His sucking kept going.
Too overwhelmed, too overwrought, I came.
Hard.
Lithely, he crawled up my body. Between my gasps, he thrust his tongue into my mouth.
I tasted myself. I tasted him. I thought the combination was the best thing I’d ever enjoyed in my life.More. More. More.
“Can I blow you?” Heat raced to my cheeks as this wasn’t an offer I made often. A couple of the other grad students were into experimentation—but it hadn’t meant anything like this.
Thiswas everything.
He blew out a breath. “I wish I had a condom.”
I chuckled. “Not likely up here.”In the middle of freaking nowhere.I had thought I’d be alone. I hadn’t thought I’d be desperately wishing for a rubber. When I was younger, my dad always kept some in my bathroom drawer—a tacit way of saying,yes, I know you might have sex. Please do it safely.
My dad and his wisdom were holed up with his husband, safe in Vancouver with all the electricity they could possibly need.
And I was with this beautiful man in Northern?—
“Oh shit.”
I stilled. “What?”
He snapped his fingers, then vaulted out of bed.
The cool air hit my very limp dick. Instead of giving in to the desire to burrow back under the covers, I rose, gingerly walked over to the fireplace, and tossed another couple of logs on.
The mantel clock read just past seven. Ah, so we’d been making out longer than I’d thought.
Kellen returned, triumphantly holding up a bottle of lube and two condoms.
I burst out laughing. “I know those weren’t there when I arrived.”
“Nope.” He popped thep. “I had them in my shaving kit. I can’t even remember why but, frankly, does it matter?”
“Nope.” I popped thep. “Just…” I bit my lower lip.
“I can go either way. I prefer to be on top, but if this is your first?—”
“Let’s not talk about firsts.” Heat crawled from my chest up to my cheeks. I stilled. “How old are you?”
“Legal, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He snickered.
I arched an eyebrow.
“Twenty-three, if you must know. How old are you?”
“Twenty-five.”
“Jesus.” He shook his head.
“What? Too old? Too young?” We were just two years apart, and I certainly looked…about twenty-five. So I couldn’t conceive?—
“I didn’t even finish my undergraduate degree, and you’re a PhD student.” His lips thinned. “That’s kind of pathetic. For me,” he rushed to clarify.
“Kellen.” Soft. Coaxing.
