Then he saidyes.
The doorbell rings, jolting me out of my thoughts, and I walk to the front door with alarming speed. Calm down. Act normal.
I exhale and open the door.
He stands on the front step with his hands in his pockets, wearing a thin jumper that clings to his chest. The cold wind has turned his cheeks red.
“Hi,” I say, mouth dry.
“Hi,” he replies.
This doesn’t mean we’re friends, and this doesn’t mean I forgive you. It’s just sex.
Looking at him in front of me reminds me of what we want from each other. He’s so gorgeous my fingers itch to touch him, but he’s right. We’re not friends. We’re never going to be friends.
The thought relaxes me. There’s no need to make conversation or to impress him. I take a wordless step back to let him into the house, close the door behind him, and then lead him to my bedroom.
Our footsteps echo in the empty house. When we arrive in my room, Kieran closes the door behind himself, then locks it. He turns around to face me, and I squeeze my hands into fists to deal with the adrenaline sparking through my body like electricity.
For a breathless moment, we stare at each other. We’re not friends, I remind myself, but I still want Kieran to want me. We’re not friends, and yet I still feel vulnerable.
Then Kieran approaches, and I inhale sharply, and then his fingers touch the back of my neck and he presses his lips against mine, and my mind goes blissfully blank. I kiss him back, and slide my hands under his jumper and shirt, feeling the warmth of his back.
His lips are delicious and our kisses grow more and more frantic, until our mouths are open, tongues tangling. Afterwards, I pull my mouth away and suck on the underside of his jaw. He makes a small sound, then slips his hand up my shirt, palming my stomach. Then he pulls my shirt up.
He undresses me and I’m too focused on hanging onto his body and kissing his neck to be embarrassed about my erection. Once I’m naked, I take Kieran’s clothes off in record speed, and when I pull his underwear down, his equally erect cock springs out.
I stare at it, its head pink and shiny, and I’m even more turned on than I already was.
I push him onto the bed and climb gracelessly on top of him, and we both sigh as soon as our bodies align. Kieran’s just about to spit into his hand again when I grab his wrist to stop him. I spit in my mouth instead, and move off him so I can jerk him off more easily. As soon as my fingers wrap around him, he hisses.
I pump him, using my thumb to spread his pre-come around to act like extra lubricant. While I do that, he curls a gentle hand in my hair and brings my face to his, and kisses me. “That feels good,” he murmurs, and the praise from him makes me feel so nice, so special.
“Can I use my mouth?” I whisper.
He draws back to look at me. “Do you want to?”
“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t want to, dummy.”
That wins a closed-mouth smile from him. I let go of him, and he pushes himself up, so his back is against the headboard, legs spread out. I position myself in between them. Up close, his dick looks impossibly big. Maybe I was a bit too ambitious in the moment, because I don’t know how I’m going to fit him in my mouth.
“I haven’t done this before,” I say to warn him.
“I gathered.” His lips twitch. I glare at him, and he thumbs my cheek. “You’ll be fine.”
Okay. I can do this. I bring my face closer and use my tongue to lick from the tip to the base. Kieran swears, his hips jerking a bit, and my fear fades away. I lick his cock like an icy-pole, trying to get it as wet as I can. Two years ago, I read an online article about blowjob tips, for no particular reason. That article’s useful now, though.
Now, I move my focus to the tip and suck on it like I would suck on Kieran’s bottom lip. His hips jerk. “Sorry,” he says, when his dick slides a little deeper into my mouth.
“’S okay,” I say, mouth full.
He fists the bedsheets to control himself, swearing now and then.
I look up at him for the first time and he stares back at me, eyes dark, chest rising with deep breaths.
“Fuck,” he says, tearing his eyes away. His stomach goes taught. “Jasper,” he warns.
I let go of the tip with a pop and the next moment he comes, shooting across his stomach before slumping against the headboard.
