Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
Reginald
When I rolled over and looked at Josey, I saw stars. Either I was already in love with him, or I wasn’t getting enough oxygen to my brain, and judging by the rapid rise and fall of my chest and the terrifyingly staccato beat of my heart, it was the first.
“I can’t believe you’ve been wearing lace underwear all day, and you didn’t tell me,” I finally said, rolling onto my side to face him.
Josey looked like a dream spread out on my sheets, stripped and sweaty, his pink hair matted to his forehead. He smiled at me, shoving the strands back and angling his face so we were able to make eye contact.
“Nothing in your messages to me talked about wanting to hook up,” he said, tracing his fingertip down the slope of my nose. “I didn’t want to presume.”
“We literally made plans to come back here and hook up hours ago.”
“Can’t a man hold on to a little mystery?”
Josey exhaled a breath and closed his eyes, tensing when I reached over and brushed my hand across his stomach.
“Is this a bad touch?” I asked quickly, lifting my hand until I had his approval to put it back down. I didn’t get around to a lot of sex, but I knew enough about consent to know I should have asked before touching him, though my brain was a little fried from the way we’d just touched each other.
“It’s not bad,” he said carefully. “I’m just self-conscious.”
“Why?”
He made a noise in the back of his throat. “I’m not really fit.”
“I know you’re not.” My hand still hovered over his navel, and with a quick flick of his wrist, he pushed my fingers back down onto his skin. There was no stopping the pleased moan that fell out of my mouth at the soft feel of him. “You’re perfect.”
“Isn’t that what women say when a man is positively average?”
Feeling bolder than normal, probably on account of the endorphins, I pressed my body against his. My still hard cock dug into the outside of his thigh, and he groaned, a shudder tearing through his whole body.
“It’s what I’m saying to you,” I corrected, sliding my hand lower, fingers dancing through the curls between his waistline and his cock. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man who looks as good as you. In clothes or out. In lace or not.”
“You can’t say things like that.”
Josey arched off the bed and slipped his cock into my hand, and I willingly curled my fingers around his sticky length and stroked until he was fully hard again.
“Can I return the favor?” he asked.
I scrubbed a hand down my face, cursing under my breath before shaking my head at him to stop. Which he did, immediately.
“Is everything all right?” he asked.
“I didn’t suck your cock because I wanted you to suck mine. That’s not how I treat my partners.”
“That’s not how I meant it. I’d…even if you never wanted to suck me off again, I’d blow you every day if you’d let me.”
Josey’s cheeks darkened, the shade similar to his hair.
“You’re so sexy,” I whispered.
“You’re…” He licked his lips, worrying his tongue across the bottom one a couple times before finishing his thought. “You’re very different than you were earlier. I didn’t expect you to be so uninhibited about sex.”
Rolling my eyes, I collapsed back down onto the bed beside him. This time, he was ready for me, making space for me against his ribs and under his arm.
“I’m a little straightlaced, I know. But it’s not the sex that makes me feel better. I mean, it definitely does, but it’s being home. I really love it here.”
“A safe space,” he said.
“Very.”
“And your sister wants you to give it up for why again?” he asked.
“To put myself out there more or something. To be less myself.”
Josey pressed a rough kiss against my hair, shaking his head hard enough I could feel it through his mouth.
“You are a gift,” he said softly. “And I would personally be devastated if you changed a single thing about you.”
“You can’t say things like that,” I croaked, throwing my earlier comment right back at me.
Neither of us said anything for a while after that, and it was nice to lie together with the afternoon sun streaming through the window.
The sweat and cum on our stomachs eventually started to dry into that horrible tacky consistency that made it hell to get off skin, and Josey let out an unhappy sound about it, picking at a smear on his hip.
“Speaking of your sister, I think we’re due to meet her soon,” he said reluctantly.
“Probably,” I agreed.
There was no way I could meet up with Claire in my current state, and even less possibility I could take Josey along with me.
Not only would she know I’d stopped for a mid-day fuck with an absolute stranger, she’d know we didn’t look at all the houses on her list. I wasn’t sure which threat was more ominous, but I didn’t want to test fate with either of them.
I covered his hand with mine, pushing his fingers off his hip so he stopped picking. “Would it be too forward to ask if you wanted a shower before we do that?”
“With you?”
“Yes. Of course.”