Lust strangles all my remaining doubts. Damn, I want him. He wants me. We’re not hurting anyone. I’m not hurting him.
I hold his hips. “I want to make you come.”
He waggles his eyebrows. “You’ve already done that.”
“I meant, I want to do all the work. Teach me how to give you a blow job.”
He widens his eyes and puts his hand on my chest. “Slow down. That’s a big step.”
“Bigger than doing anal?”
“Bigger than topping, yeah.”
“I’ve gone down on a woman.” Blood rises to my cheeks. “That was TMI, wasn’t it?”
He tips his head back, laughing. “Nah, it’s fine. That’s nothing compared to what Rufus tries to tell me about his sex life. I’m so glad he moved out of Mum and Dad’s. I don’t think it’s the same, though.”
My face gets hotter. “No. True. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise. I’ve never gone down on a woman.” He squints. “But I’d imagine there would be a lot of tongue action and, uh, not much sucking. No sucking?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “This conversation is so awkward.”
“It really is.” He clears his throat. “So, uh, you could try licking my dick and see how you feel about that, or you could use your hand. Or we could frot again. That was fun.”
“But then you’d be doing half the work.” I tighten my grip. “I want to make you come.”
“Oh, so I get to lie back and think of England while you do all the work? I like the sound of that.”
I snort-laugh. “Something like that.” Although hopefully, he’ll be thinking of me, not England. I stare past him at nothing as that thought sinks in. “What was your first blow job like?”
“Giving?”
I nod.
“I gagged. It was a one-night stand, and he wasn’t the best at hygiene.” He grins. “For your information, I’ve spent all day in a field again, so I had a shower and got changed when I got home. I’m fresh as a daisy.”
“Good to know.” I devour his mouth until he moans.
“Start with your hand,” he whispers. “If it feels right, try licking my cock. If it doesn’t, your hand will do the trick just fine.”
“Okay.”
Kian’s eyes glimmer. “Where do you want me?”
“My bedroom?”
He gives me his hand. “Lead on, good sir.”
“What the fuck was that?”
“I’m channelling my inner Shakespeare again.”
“You’re crazy.”
He grins. “I know.”
I lead him back into the tiny hallway and across to the opposite door. You’d think my bedroom would be the same size as the living space, but it’s not. My flat is on an angled wall, so it’s quite a bit smaller. To be fair, it’s large enough for everything I need—a double bed, a wardrobe, a bookcase, and a desk and chair—and the double patio door lets a lot of light in. It would be great if I didn’t have another block of flats facing me.
