“Another Juliet balcony,” Kian says.
I hurry ahead of him and shut the heavy curtains.
“Aww, now I can’t see your gorgeous face.”
I turn my bedside lamp on.
“Better.” He gestures to the bed. “Let’s lie down.”
We lie together, half turned onto our sides so we can touch and kiss with ease. He cups my cheek while I push his T-shirt up and rest my hand on his bare skin.
“We need to get relaxed first,” he says in what I can only describe as a teacher’s voice.
“You’ve said that about everything we’ve done.”
“Uh-huh. Relaxing is super important.”
“How do you propose we relax?”
“Kissing,” Kian whispers. “Lots of kissing.”
As we hold each other and kiss, I lose track of time. I swear, each kiss is deeper and longer than the last. Each one makes me want him a little more. Makes me feel a little braver.
“Still want to give me a handjob?” Kian asks.
“More than ever.” I slide my hand over his stomach and undo his jeans. I pull the fabric aside as much as it will go and then push his pants down to free his cock.
“Keep kissing me,” Kian says. “Kissing makes everything sexier.”
“Okay.”
“If it helps, imagine you’re touching your cock. I’m sure you’ve got lots of practice rubbing one out.”
“Yes.”
“Whatever you like, I’m sure to like too.”
“Okay.” I close my mouth over his and grasp his cock.
I only need to do what he suggested—imagine I’m touching myself—for about thirty seconds. The first time he moans, I not only know it’s him I’m touching, but I’m also downright proud of myself for getting such a sexy reaction from him. I rub my hand up and down his length, adding a twist. Soon, he’s panting and groaning as I kiss him relentlessly. He tries to open my trousers, but I bat his hand away.
“I’m making you come, remember?”
“You can’t blame a guy for trying. I get to make you come later, right? I fucking adore your orgasm face.”
“Yes. Tell me what to do.”
He chuckles. “No need. What you’re doing is perfect. A-plus.” He moans. “Oh, fuck, Jett, that feels amazing.” He smashes his lips against mine.
I thrust my tongue into his mouth and rub my hand faster. Then I pause and hitch in a breath.
Kian breaks our kiss. “Something wrong?”
“I want to—” Instead of finishing my sentence, I shuffle down the bed until I’m lying with my head alongside his crotch.
I prop myself up on my elbow and stare at his cock. It’s hard. The blood rushing into it has darkened the colour of the shaft, but the head most of all. Clear pre-cum is dripping from his slit.
He strokes my hair. “You don’t have to.”
