He’s still on his knees.
So am I.
I reach for his shorts again and slide the zipper down. Joss has slim hips. The shorts fall away, revealing black underwear that I don’t look at for long.
They have togo.
I push them down, revealing more of him than my thundering heart is ready for. Blond hair that darkens as it traverses the V of his abs. His leanly muscled thighs.
His cock.
I take a breath. It’s adick. It shouldn’t be as pretty as the rest of him, but dang, it is.
Dicks aren’t pretty.
Lies.
I want to touch it. But I have to follow his instructions first and scramble out of my own clothes.
Joss helps. Then we’re back on the bed, facing each other on our knees again.
He smothers me with his crystal gaze and lets out a low whistle. “Fuck, you’re a smoke show.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
I put my hands on his waist. His dick bobs up and down. He’s as hard as I am and Ilovethat, even if I can’t quite believe it’s all for me. “I don’t know if I’ll be any good at this.”
“Define good. Half the fun is learning. You ever had a bad blowjob?”
“No.”
“Even when you were younger and neither of you had the first fucking clue what to do?”
I shake my head, digesting his point. And maybe he’s right. Intimacy isn’t about being perfect. It’s what works between whoever wants it to. Him and me. Me and him. Either one of us with someone else.
Don’t think about that.
I push those thoughts away and let my world narrow to what’s happeningnow. To Joss and his swathes and swathes of heated skin. His naked body.
His cock.
Yup. My brain is still fixated on that, and I can’t stop staring, my blood rushing with scorching desire, burning me up inside.
My hands flex on his waist and I let one skate farther back to his ass. I grip the firm muscle. His abs tighten, and my breath tangles in my lungs, trapped by the dizzying adrenaline sluicing through me.
He’s so hard, and I don’t mean his dick. I mean all of him. He’s strong and unyielding. Solid. Nothing like the softer planes of a woman’s body, but I like it. Iloveit. Every touch makes me hotter, and I still can’t believe I’ve never done this before.
“You know you can stop at any time, right?” Joss’s soft breath washes over my ear as I lean ever closer to him. “There’s no endgame you have to achieve.”
“I know.”
I do. But there’s no part of me that wants to stop. My pulse is ragged and torn with so many feelings, inside and out. New feelings. But they don’t hit like they’re new. This, with him, feels timeless and ancient. Untouched, but familiar. He’s not a random hook up. He’s not a girl I glimpsed across a sports bar and took home for a faceless fuck. A woman I dated two times before we ghosted each other after sex.
This is Joss. He’s my friend, and whatever happens tonight, he always will be. Iknowthat, and the short passage of time I’ve had to learn it means nothing. Friendships aren’t measured by minutes and hours, days and weeks. It’s something deeper. Something I’ve felt in my soul since I met him. My world has been a quagmire of wrong for a while now, but this?
Yeah. This feels right.
