Chapter 3
OLIVER
The second we hit my front door, I know I’ve made a colossal mistake.
When I’m having friends over, I use the hour before they arrive to panic-clean my apartment.
That’s when I take a good, hard look around and notice all the little stacks of things that have piled up over several weeks.
Or months. I don’t have people over very often.
Tonight, I didn’t go out intending to bring anyone home.
Maybe that was poor planning on my part, especially since I was meeting a guy from a hook-up app, but I figured the odds of us ending up in a bedroom were slim to none.
Plus, that would send all kinds of mixed messages.
I want a relationship, not a one-night stand.
While that’s still technically true, I didn’t plan on meeting Aaron.
“Nice place,” he says once we’re inside.
Okay, that could have gone worse. “Sorry it’s such a mess.
” It’s a genuine apology, but also what I say to everyone.
“I’ve been a little busy with deadlines lately.
” Also genuine, but I’m always on deadline.
They’re never-ending. Which has the benefit of giving me a reason to keep working, but also the downside of never getting a break.
“It looks great. I love the artwork.” Shit.
I almost forgot the kind of stuff I have hanging on my walls.
It’s… interesting. All the pieces are done by a friend of mine from school.
She went through a period where the only thing she painted was squids in space.
It’s exactly as weird as it sounds, which is why I love them.
But, they’re a bit of an acquired taste.
“Thanks?” I’m not sure if he’s serious. My siblings give me shit about them, asking when I’m going to grow up and get some real artwork.
They can fuck right off. I’d rather have something whimsical that I love on my walls. Besides, I’m the one who has to look at them every single day. If they don’t like them, they’re welcome to stay the fuck out of my home.
“No, really. I like it. Whoever painted them knows a lot about space.”
My jaw drops so fast I worry it might stay there permanently. “My friend, actually. She’s an artist masquerading as an astrophysicist.”
He grins, flashing his dimples at me. I want to stick my tongue in them, to taste the little divots. That’s probably a weird thing to think about, but I can’t help it. He’s so cute like this. I did that. I made him happy. Well, my friend did, but through art that I appreciate.
“You can tell. It’s very accurate.”
“Except for the squids?”
He shrugs. “You never know. Weirder things have happened.”
I desperately want to know what kind of weird things he’s seen that would fall into that category, but he takes a few steps toward me, moving into my space, and suddenly, I can’t remember what we were talking about.
“So, did you have something in mind when you invited me over, or was it just to show me your squids?”
The dirty joke is right there, on the tip of my tongue, when Aaron leans in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.
I gasp, not having anticipated him going straight for the kill.
I have to grab his waist to steady myself, afraid my knees might give out.
I’d still been working up the courage to make the first move.
Instead, he’s taken control of the situation.
Fuck if that doesn’t melt my insides. There’s always so much going on in my head, making it hard to focus on the things I really want to say. Instead, I end up talking about squids in space.
Aaron runs his thumb against my jaw, and I open for him. That first moment when his tongue hits mine sends a bolt down my spine. Fuck he’s a good kisser.
As our tongues tangle together, I pull him closer, trying to get as much of our bodies touching as possible.
I moan as Aaron runs his hands through my hair, tugging gently.
At this point, all I can do is hold on. I grab hold of his waistband, using it to pull him toward me and steady myself at the same time.
I don’t know that I’ve ever enjoyed kissing this much.
When he pulls away, I chase after him, gasping and desperate for more.
“Bedroom?”
“This way.” Probably a good idea. A bed will make all of this a lot easier. I don’t bother with direction, opting instead to grab his hand and lead him down the short hall.
It’s… messy. As soon as I step in, I start grabbing at the dirty clothes littering the ground.
“Hey.” I drop the pair of joggers I’m holding when Aaron grabs my arm. “Come to bed.” His voice is gentle. “You can pick those up later, as well as the ones you’re wearing.”
I didn’t know it was possible to make cleaning sound sexy, but Aaron has somehow managed to make me look forward to doing my laundry. A lot of people would be willing to give him an award for that, including me.
A gentle tug of my hand pulls me back from my thoughts and toward my unmade bed. Oh well, we’re going to mess it up anyway. At least I hope so.
I’m not sure which one of us falls onto the mattress first, both of us eager to get back to making out. It’s so much better on a flat surface, with Aaron pressing me into the bed. “Can I take this off?” He tugs at the hem of my shirt.
“Yeah.” I don’t wait for him to carry out that plan. Instead, the minute he moves to give me space, I start stripping off all my clothes.
“Eager?” Half-naked, I look up to find Aaron staring at me, a glimmer in his eye. Shit. “No, don’t stop. I like it. Is it okay if I take mine off, too?”
I mean, does anyone ever say no to that? I hold myself back from saying fuck yeah, but just barely. “Go for it.”
He must be eager, too, because in a matter of seconds, both of us are naked on my bed. It’s one of those moments that’s often awkward, both parties realizing they didn’t have a plan of what to do beyond this point.
Except Aaron manages to push me down and crawl back into position smoothly. “Now, where were we?”
Thankfully, he doesn’t expect an answer to that question. Instead, he picks up where we left off in the living room, kissing me like it’s his job. I wish it was. Though it would keep me from doing all the things I’m supposed to be doing for work.
“Hey,” he says, tilting my head back with his thumb on my jaw. “You still with me?”
He’s staring at me, his brown eyes full of concern.
“Sorry.” Leave it to me to ruin a hook-up with my wandering mind.
“Are you okay?” As he pulls back, I reach for him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Do you want to take a break? Or stop?”
My chest swells at the care he’s taking. How this man is single is beyond me. “I’m good. Just thinking.”
“Something good?”
“About you,” I admit.
“Then I really hope it was something good.” Aaron moves to the side, and for a second, I’m sure I’ve ruined the entire night. He’s going to put his clothes on and go home. Two bad dates in one night would undoubtedly be a record for me.
“Shit.” He sucks my index finger into his mouth, and all rational thought leaves my mind. “More.” I’m not sure exactly what I’m asking for, only that I want whatever Aaron is offering.
AARON
“Can I—” I gesture toward his leaking cock, unsure where my sudden shyness came from. I’m usually not shy in bed, but I’m suddenly feeling a bit unsure of myself.
“Go for it.” He widens his legs expectantly. I take my time getting into position, making sure to find and kiss every freckle on his body.
“What’s this for?” I ask, kissing the spot on his wrist where the number six is tattooed. It’s small, but clearly visible against the olive undertones of his skin.
“What? Oh, it’s a sibling thing. We all have them with our birth order.” I give the number another kiss, still in awe of how large his family is. “Could we maybe not talk about my siblings while we’re naked?”
“That’s fair.”
I return my attention to kissing the parts of Oliver I haven’t yet gotten to explore. His thighs are covered in a layer of soft, dark hair. I rub my cheek against his inner thigh, loving the way it tickles my skin.
“Are you gonna…” He shifts his hips a little to draw my attention to his cock. The tip is an angry shade of purple, begging for attention. It’s tempting to ignore it a little longer, spend the next half hour continuing my tour of his body, getting to know every inch.
One look at Oliver’s face, with his blown pupils and slightly open mouth, is all it takes to convince me otherwise.
It’s been a long time since I gave someone a blowjob. The last time, back in college, I was taking advantage of every opportunity to explore my sexuality. Hopefully, I remember how this works.
I ease myself in by licking a stripe up the underside of his cock, root to tip.
“Oh, fuck. Aaron.” His hips buck as I grin and wrap my hand around his base. Yeah, I remember this perfectly. The way the weight of his cock feels against my tongue when I take him into my mouth. The slightly salty taste of his precum when I suck on his head.
Maybe it’s because it’s been so long. Maybe it’s something about Oliver, but everything feels better than I remember it. Heightened, maybe.
I don’t have the power to think about that right now.
Not when I’m sucking such a beautiful cock.
Oliver’s not overly long or girthy, but perfectly proportioned.
It’s a good thing, too, since I’m out of practice.
It takes me a few tries, but I’m able to take him all the way to the back of my throat without gagging.
“Shit, Aaron. I’m getting close.” He squirms beneath me, trying to keep his hips still. When his hand comes to rest on the back of my head, I look up to meet his eyes, hoping it’s enough to encourage him to be a little rough with me. I can take it.
Oliver takes the hint, threading his fingers through my hair. Suddenly, I’m thankful I didn’t get a haircut this week. He pushes me down further, urging me to take all of him. I almost panic, but manage to take a deep breath through my nose and refocus my efforts.
“Ngh. Gonna.” He releases me, allowing me to pull off if I want to. Not a chance in hell. I worked hard for this, and I can’t wait to get my reward.
I don’t have to wait long either. It only takes a little bit of sucking on his head to send him shooting down my throat. He cries as he sends another volley into my mouth. Hard as I try to keep up, some of his cum escapes down my chin.
“Fuck. Aaron. Just… fuck.”
High praise. I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and climb on top of him, careful not to crush him.
I’m not big, but I weigh more than he does.
Besides, he’s relaxed right now, and I want to keep him that way as long as possible.
“You like that?” My own cock is throbbing, dying to be touched.
I’ve managed to ignore it until now, preferring to focus on Oliver. That’s not going to last much longer.
He snorts, then covers his mouth quickly. I love that sound, the unabashed joy that comes out when he’s not guarding his reactions. “I think it’s pretty clear I did.”
“I don’t know. I might need to test that hypothesis a few more times.”
“Tonight?” His voice squeaks as his eyes go wide.
It’s my turn to laugh. I’m not against another round tonight, but a few is pushing it. “How about we see how things go?”
“I think before we talk about my second and third orgasm, we should worry about your first.” My erection had flagged a little while we talked, but with that suggestion, it goes rock hard again in anticipation of whatever Oliver is offering.
“Yeah?”
“Mmmmm… what do you want?” He snakes an arm between us, finding my cock and wrapping his hand around it.
“Oh, you can—” Whatever I was about to say is cut off by Oliver stroking me. It’s rough with only my precum for lubricant, but still so good. “Shit.” Maybe too good. It only takes a few more strokes before I’m on edge.
“Do you want to come like this?”
Do I want—I don’t have the brain cells available to process that question or even come up with alternatives. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“Yeah? You gonna make a mess all over me?” He rubs his thumb over my slit, pressing hard enough to make me whimper. It’s just on the right side of painful. “Show me how good you look when you come?”
Fuck. Oliver’s dirty talk sends me over the edge.
Before I can even get the words out to warn him, my orgasm crashes into me.
My cum sprays between us as Oliver works me through each wave, whispering in my ear about how good I did.
Normally, I’d roll my eyes at that kind of praise, but the way he says it wraps me up like a warm blanket.
When I can move again, I roll off of him onto the mattress. I should get up and get a washcloth so Oliver can clean up. I should put on my clothes so I can catch a ride share home. I should do anything besides what I want to do.
Apparently, those two drinks went to my head, because instead of doing any of those things, I pull Oliver into my arms and snuggle up against him.