Chapter 15
TAJ
—Someone To You by Banners
“Why are you in such a hurry to return to Prague?” My dad asks, giving me a sideways look that tells me he’s suspicious.
I’ve never lied to my parents, and I’m not about to start now. But I also can’t hand them the full truth, so I settle somewhere in the middle. “I promised the guy I’m seeing I’d spend a few days with him before uni resumes.”
“Why didn’t you bring him home?” My mom asks, fluffing the pillow beside her.
“When it gets serious, I’ll bring him home.”
The words come out of my mouth without much thought, but I now realise I actually mean them.
I really can see myself with Mike long term.
And I love that he tried to resist in the beginning because it actually gave us time to get to know each other without everything being about sex, and those moments, as frustrating as they were at the time, feel priceless now, like it gave us something more solid to build on.
Not that the sex isn’t worth it.
Because it really is.
And I see a lot of mutual orgasms in our future because I can tell I’m nowhere near done with him.
All the phone sex we’ve had since I’ve been home hasn’t even come close to satisfying me, and I have to actively stop my mind from drifting back to yesterday, about the way I watched him fuck himself with a dildo while I stroked myself, imagining it was my cock going into him until I came over my hand.
I force myself back into the room before my face or body gives anything away. Yeah, I definitely need to get back to Prague right now.
I’m able to pry myself away from my parents eventually, and then I’m driving back, already thinking about Mike, feeling the anticipation in my veins now that I’m on my way to him.
As I get closer to Prague, my mind starts to wander the way it has been doing since I got home three weeks ago, circling back to the same question I’ve been avoiding.
What happens when uni resumes? I can’t tell where we stand, and I don’t know if he came over that night because of what I said about taking advantage of the holiday, or if he wants this to be something more.
I know I should just ask him, it would be easier that way, but there’s a part of me that holds back because I’m afraid of what his answer will be.
By the time I park the car in front of his apartment building, that earlier excitement has dimmed, replaced by uncertainty.
I take a second before getting out, trying to pull myself together and make sure none of it shows on my face.
Since I’m surprising him, I didn’t text.
I head to his door, my hand hovering for a second before I knock.
As I stand there waiting, I can’t help but feel a sense of relief, glad I followed him upstairs after I dropped him off three weeks ago.
Yes, it was so I could fuck him one more time before I got on the road, but also because I didn’t want to leave him.
Mike opens the door and freezes when he sees me.
For one agonising second, I think he might tell me he has company—which makes no sense because we’ve been texting constantly, and I got the impression he misses me just as much as I miss him—but then he grabs me by my collar and pulls me into a bone-crushing hug.
Just like that my mind settles, my bag slipping from my shoulder and hitting the ground.
I melt into him, fitting into his arms, savouring the warmth of his shirtless chest against me.
“I can’t believe you’re here,” he says, cupping my face in his large hands, his thumbs brushing against my cheeks.
“I told you I’d come back early,” I say, and then push up on my toes and close the distance between us.
The moment my mouth lands on his, my entire body lights up, like something has been switched back on after being in darkness for too long.
He kisses me with a kind of intensity that leaves no space for anything else.
I feel it everywhere, especially in the way my knees start to weaken.
Maybe he notices, because he’s hoisting me up into his arms, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Our mouths stay fused together as he carries me to his couch, sitting down with me in his lap.
Our hands don’t stay still for long, moving over each other, grabbing, pressing, kneading.
I’m completely overtaken by the kiss that I think I might actually be drunk on it.
“Hello,” he heaves, nipping at the corner of my mouth before tracing his lips along my chin and then down to my neck.
I tilt my head back, exposing more of my neck to him as he latches on. “Hi,” I manage to reply, but it comes out as nothing more than a faint puff of air.
He unbuttons my shirt and shrugs it off my shoulders, his eyes fixed on me the entire time while his hands roam over my chest. “You’re so beautiful.”
He says it so casually, but he has no idea what that does to me.
It makes me want to hear him tell me how beautiful I am, again and again, in that hoarse voice for the rest of my life.
He kisses me again, and all my thoughts are wiped clean from my brain.
My cock reacts enthusiastically to our kissing session.
When I press down against him, I feel his own hardness.
So, naturally I grind against him and, God, this is bliss.
I have the vague thought that if I keep going like this, we might both get off right here from just grinding against each other alone.
That is until he breaks the kiss and lifts me again, carrying me to his bedroom.
“If I knew you were coming today, I would’ve used my gift,” he says as he drops me onto his bed.
My brain is still foggy from the kiss, so I have no idea what he’s talking about.
It’s only when he takes out the butt plug that it clicks.
I bought it on our way back to his apartment three weeks ago, and since then I’ve watched him hungrily on my phone screen as he used it on himself.
But now that I’m here. I don’t have to imagine anything, I can join in on the fun.
“Give me a few minutes to shower,” I say, already pulling my jeans off. “Also, do you have any food? I’m kind of starving.”
He nods, a cheeky smile spreading across his face like he’s up to something. “I’ll go heat up the pasta.”
I don’t waste time and head straight for his bathroom, taking what has to be the fastest shower ever known to man.
I grab a fresh towel from his cabinet, quickly drying myself off.
Then I tie it low around my waist before stepping out.
I pad into the kitchen, still a little damp, and the sight that greets me stops me in my tracks, heat rushing through my body and settling low in my groin.
Mike is fully naked, the butt plug peeking from his hole. I walk to him in four long strides, reaching him just as the microwave dings.
“Food can wait,” I say, and it comes out as a growl. He laughs as I grab his hand and start marching him back to his bedroom, not giving him a chance to argue. “I have to be inside you now.”