“You really aren’t.”
“I mean, I’ve been fucked a bunch since I met you, butI’vestill never fucked anyone. So technically,technicallyI’m still some kind of virgin.” He lets that sink in and then adds lightly, “And so are you.”
“U-um,” I stammer, experiencing a fairly catastrophic brain fart. “What are you saying exactly?”
His voice is soft and low, totally casual. “My dick wants inside you, Jess. That’s what I’m saying.”
I go for a laugh, but it comes out like a weird, dry cough.
“Are you sure this is the place?”
We’ve stopped over in Weed again, because we’re still total dorks, but this time our accommodation is great. Luke booked it and it’s amazing. It’s a modern one bedroom place overlooking a wide expanse of trees. It has dark wood floors and massive, oversized art on the walls. The kitchen is stainless steel, and the bedroom has a private balcony that leads out to a hot tub.
“Holy shit!” I say as we walk down the hall. “How did we afford this?”
“Eh, I budgeted heavily on the way up here.”
“Really, and why did you do that?” The look on his face and the triumphant way he’s unpacking the lube are making me think that if I try really hard, I might be able to hazard a guess.
“’Cause I’m going to seduce you,” he says in a truly terrible accent. I can’t tell if it’s supposed to be French, Italian, or if he’s trying to sound like Count Dracula. Strangely enough, I’m here for it. He motions to the hot tub, “Come on, let’s get wet.”
He stops at the fridge and pulls out a bottle of champagne. He pops it and pours a glass for both of us.
“Shit.Bubbly?How long have you been planning this?”
“Hard to say exactly, ‘cause I’ve been lusting over your ass since, oh God, probably way too long for it to be decent but seriously,consciously, I’ve been thinking about it since the first time you mentioned this trip.”
“Is that right?”
I’m trying not to smile, but I can feel my top lip doing this weird, twitchy thing from the effort. To stop it, I lean over and kiss him. I only mean for it to be a little peck, but the second my lips touch his, the kiss takes on a life of its own. His tongue parts my lips, insistent and deliberate, waking a flurry of butterflies. By the time he pulls away, my heart is racing and I’m nodding, mouth ajar.
Yes
I want this
I want you
He carries our glasses and I bring the bottle out with us. He sets them down and gets undressed without fanfare. He doesn’t even look around to see if we can be seen. He gets into the tub with an exuberant splash and I do the same, although I admit I’m a little more skittish about it.
Once I’m in the water I suddenly feel awkward. Too naked. Too exposed. The evening is balmy, warm even though there’s a hint of a breeze. The canopy of leaves around us rustle and a pair of Goldfinches squabble. Maybe he senses how I’m feeling because he moves to where I’m sitting and wraps an arm around my neck, warming me all the way through. He runs his other hand over my chest, fanning his fingers out to avoid my nipples the first few times which only serves to activate them, making them ache to be touched. The next time he does it, I squirm into his touch. He scoops up a handful of water and pours it over my chest, following the trail of water with his fingertips. He avoids touching my nipples directly, taking a barbell between his thumb and forefinger and tugging it away from my body slightly. Hard, hot arousal spikes under my skin, strumming my cock and my balls like they’re attached by invisible strings. His touch is so gentle I dissolve into it. Nerves, apprehension, uncertainty, all melt away and leave nothing but a deep ache in their wake.
I take a sip of champagne, swirling it in my mouth, letting tiny bubbles fizz on my tongue before I swallow. He leans in, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth, sucking softly and sighing when he tastes me. I put the glass down and move close to him, circling his neck in my arms as I throw a leg over to straddle him. My naked skin against his thighs makes me feel grounded. I like it. I love it. It makes me feel sure that I want what I want. He leans back and eyes me up and down slowly, making no attempt to hide how much he likes the view. We kiss until my lips are puffy, my chest feels hot, and my insides feel like thick, hot liquid. His hands roam my body, taking their time on my neck and my chest, gradually working their way down. He moves slowly, so fucking slowly, that my hips are rolling and grinding against him by the time his hands finally dip under the water. He still doesn’t go down far enough. He traces his fingers up and down my spine as if he’s trying to memorize each and every one of my vertebrae. When I reach down to take his dick in my hand, he gently moves my hand to the side and says, “Slowly."
The third time it happens, I feel like I’m losing my mind. So much so that I jump off him and before he can stop me, I kneel on the seat across from him and lean my elbows on the edge of the hot tub. I wriggle up, so my entire ass and the top of my thighs are peaking out of the water. He wades over with a soft, appreciative chuckle.
“Damn, Jess. You look good, so fucking good, I swear at least half the wet dreams I’ve ever had started like this.”
He kneads my cheeks in both hands. I lean back into his touch, desperate for him to pry me open and start touching me for real. Of course, he’s Luke, so he doesn’t. Instead he scoops water in his hands and pours it down my spine, making me squirm as a tiny warm trickle teases my hole. He does it again and again until I hiss, “Fuck, Blue.”
“Want more?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Okay, close your eyes.”
I do as he says without questioning him. If I were to guess why, I’d have to refer back to the aforementioned brain fart.
My eyes fly open in shock, as something ice cold fizzes and hits my back, flowing down my crack. I expect him to laugh, but he doesn’t. Instead he runs a hot, broad tongue from my taint up past my hole, lapping up the champagne he poured on me. I jolt forward and curse.
