Chapter 7 #2
Unable to realize that my breathing had hitched upon the uttering of his words, I was suddenly aware that my breathing was more haggard than normal when Qwill took a step forward, closing the dead space between us.
I cautiously took another step without thinking, not really wanting to take the time to second guess myself.
My brain may not have fully understood why it wanted to be near Qwill in the first place, but my body could feel it.
It was like he was pulling me in, like I was under a spell and unable to control my own motor functions.
I was pretty sure virces didn’t have some kind of mind control ability, but even if they did, I was pretty sure it didn’t matter because it was Qwill.
And I just wanted to be close to him on some level that didn’t make sense but at the same time meant more to me than anything I’d ever felt for anyone.
My heart was pounding in my ears, thrashing against the contained frame of my body in hopes of escape.
I could feel the thud of my heartbeat reverberating around my skull, and looking into Qwill’s golden eyes seemed to be the only thing that calmed it.
He stepped forward again, watching me intently as he placed his scaleless palm on my bare chest. Heat radiated from his touch, spreading across my chest and into the confines of my skin.
God, how I wanted to drown in the warmth of his touch.
I needed it. Craved it. Staring into his soul through his eyes wasn’t enough.
I didn’t need to make sense of it anymore. I just knew I needed it.
Qwill looked at where his hand met my chest, breaking the eye contact to convince himself that he was touching me before staring back into my dark eyes. His lip did the tiniest of quivers before he spoke again, and I knew I was done for.
“You’re going to have to tell me, Thayer.” Qwill’s voice deepened, covered in a haze of hesitation. “I need you to tell me what you want, to get the fuck out, something. I need you to to say something.”
Only one thing seemed to be screaming throughout my body in various forms, cultivating into one singular strand of thought.
I didn’t give a shit that I needed to unpack the things surrounding the main thing I wanted to tell Qwill.
I didn’t look beyond what I wanted to say because I was scared.
I was drowning in the sensation, and saying it was the only source of air that I could attain.
“Kiss me.” I finally said, my voice shaking and wispy from the haphazard breathing.
“What?” Qwill questioned, confusion squishing his face into a comical but still ridiculously handsome version of his normal features.
“I said kiss me.” This time my voice was smoother, more confident. Still shaking because my heart was in my ass at this point, and my dick was stirring to life at already picturing the hypothetical kiss. “Just fucking kiss me.”
Unable to deny the feeling throbbing between us any longer, Qwill grabbed both sides of my face and plunged forward until our lips met in a sizable crash.
My eyes closed as I felt him take control, one of the hands cradling my face slowly moving down to caress my neck and then rest on my bare pec.
I could feel him pulling me against him, our dicks meeting against crushed fabric, both harder than steel.
If he was surprised by my body’s reaction to him, he didn’t take a second to show it, his actions too focused on the light biting of my bottom lip.
I felt his tongue daring a slivered swipe across it, silently asking for entry.
Needing to be quenched by the thirst of curiosity, I opened my mouth, dancing my tongue against his in a fever I didn’t know I had in me.
All bets were off now as I pulled Qwill into me, grabbing fistfuls of his black shirt where the material rested on his back, pulling him harder against me, needing to feel more of him.
More, more, more. It felt like lightning was crescendoing throughout my body, ricocheting off of anything important and whipping welts of heat around until they were burned bruises.
Our kiss was becoming more and more intense, and it wasn’t until I felt Qwill’s hand wander from my chest down my back and stopping to cradle one of my ass cheeks that I realized just how much was happening.
This was the first time I was kissing a guy, the first time I was kissing an Orb. And while I was hopelessly into it, I also didn’t want to jump the gun too quickly.
With the lightest of shoves to his chest, I broke our kiss and found my reflection in those gorgeous golden eyes. Qwill looked really fucking cute when he was confused, and I was filing that away for when I needed it at a more opportune time.
“Hold on,” I laughed nervously, stepping back, taking silent gulps of the breath Qwill had taken away with our kiss. “I just need a minute.”
“Shit, Thayer.” Qwill sighed, running a hand through his dark brown hair, reminding him way too much of me when I was stressed out. “I didn’t mean to get so—”
“Qwill,” I strode forward, placing my hand on his chest through the smooth material of his black shirt. “I wanted that. I still want it, but while I enjoyed the hell out of that, maybe exploring this newfound thing about myself while I’m at work isn’t the best idea.”
“Right,” He breathed a little easier at that, understanding that I wasn’t regretting or rejecting him. “Of course.” Chuckling to himself, Qwill reached into the pocket of the damned tattered shorts he was so keen on keeping. “We should exchange numbers, so we can…talk about this?”
The hopeful tone in his voice caused me to laugh, giving him a nod. I didn’t have my phone on me, but I quickly recited my number for him. He typed away on his phone, a slick smirk staining his lips as I heard the sound of a sent text echoing from his cell phone.
“You can save my number from the text.”
“Great.”
He shook his head, laughing again. “I don’t know how to not make this awkward as hell.”
“Neither do I.” I cackled back, falling into a comfortable laughter with Qwill as we told each other we’d be in contact.
He told me to take my time, but that he was definitely interested, for whenever I figured out what the fuck I was doing.
Which was greatly appreciated. It could have easily been a situation where I felt pressured to figure myself out for him, but that wasn’t the case.
Qwill kept telling me there was no pressure, and that if we experimented and I wasn’t into it, then it was all good.
I couldn’t have asked for a better outcome, and the smile on my face lasted the entire time I walked back to the locker room.
Unable to stop myself, I found my phone and my smile dropped into a dumbfounded laugh when I saw that the unknown number that Qwill had sent a text from just said “Make sure you save my number as ‘The Orb Of My Dreams’.”
He was a slick son of a bitch, and I couldn’t stop smiling.