Chapter Eighteen
Alex
Heat washed over me as Henry’s lips met mine, like I’d stepped into a hot bath. His hands anchored me, each one feeling like a lightning rod. I’d thought about his mouth every day since last Friday and no matter what I did, my mind kept drifting back to it.
His kisses had been the reason I hadn’t lost my shit when endless people had asked me about my relationship.
Although they’d quickly learnt to pack it in when Spencer, of all people, had gone into ultimate protective brother mode and started asking people intrusive questions about their relationships in response.
I’d told Henry I needed time to figure myself out before we fucked, but the truth was I’d have taken him straight to bed last week if I could.
It was only a nagging voice in my head that told me I needed to be cautious that had stopped me.
I kept telling myself that I shouldn’t just jump into bed with the first man I’d let myself be vulnerable with in years because it would only end in tears.
But as the week went on, I struggled to keep justifying that to myself.
Because sleeping with Henry would have fuck all to do with whether this ended in tears, not unless either of us were so fucking bad in bed that the other ran screaming.
And yeah, it had been a long time since I’d shagged anyone, so I was bound to be a bit rusty, but I hoped Henry would understand.
He didn’t seem like a total asshole who’d pick apart every aspect of my skills and critique them mercilessly.
Noah had once had a boyfriend like that at university, and when he’d finally told me, it had taken everything I had not to get in the car and drive all the way to fucking Newcastle in the middle of the night and beat the ever-loving shit out of the bastard who’d upset my best friend.
Luckily Noah had dumped him the next day, and he’d later mentioned that my silently apocalyptic reaction had had something to do with it.
Sometimes being a bastard was a good thing.
Henry’s tongue brushed against the seam of my lips and I moaned, opening my mouth to let him in. My tongue gently caressed his and Henry let out a soft sound that made something hot twist in my stomach. I tightened my arms around him as our kisses grew more heated, like we’d turned up a gas flame.
Fuck, had Henry put water on for the dumplings?
“What’s wrong?” Henry asked breathlessly as I pulled away, trying to look over his shoulder at the hob.
“Did you put the hob on?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I was going to make a sauce first.” He let out a weak laugh. “Did you think we’d get too distracted and burn the place down?”
“Something like that,” I said, my hand fisting in the front of his shirt. “But now I know you’re not going to set the fucking kitchen on fire, I don’t care.”
I kissed him again, and this time it was searing. It felt like my blood was boiling and my cock throbbed in my jeans. Fuck, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt this turned on.
“Fuck.” Henry groaned. “Can we… move? Sofa maybe? Or my bedroom?”
“Yeah,” I muttered. Releasing his shirt, I turned and looked at the cottage’s living room.
The sofa was an old leather one scattered with colourful cushions and while it would be the quickest to get to, it was also right in view of the door.
And I didn’t know just how long we’d be alone for. “Where’s your room?”
Henry grabbed my hand and pulled me across the living room and through a door at the back that led to a narrow set of wooden stairs.
We stumbled up it, both of us laughing and stopping every couple of steps to push each other against any available scrap of wall and share kisses that turned my insides molten.
I barely got a glimpse of Henry’s room as he pulled me inside, kicked the door shut, and dragged me over to the bed.
I got a vague impression of windows looking out over fields, clothes hanging out of suitcases and spread over a chair, and a bed with an iron frame and floral sheets before Henry pulled me down on top of him and my brain short-circuited.
Henry spread his thighs so I fell between them, then hooked one foot around my calf to bring me closer against him as his hand ran down my spine, drifting away at the last second before he reached my ass, like he thought that might be too much.
I let out a rumbling growl of need and rolled my hips.
Even though we were both wearing jeans, I felt the hard length of Henry’s cock rubbing against mine through the thick fabric, the small bar piercing the underside of my dick adding to the sensation.
Henry moaned hungrily, kissing me feverishly as he ground up against me. His hands roamed across my body and pulled me closer against him. It felt like I was on fire, completely at the mercy of my desperation.
I rolled my hips over and over, grinding against him, simultaneously frustrated by the barrier between us and turned on by the friction. I wanted more but I didn’t know how to stop. I could already feel my orgasm sweeping towards me like a monstrous tidal wave, and nothing was going to stop it.
“Alex,” Henry said, breaking his mouth away. “I need… fuck, if you don’t stop now, I’m going to fucking come.”
“Come then,” I growled, thrusting against him and nipping his lip. “Fucking come for me.”
Henry groaned and gasped as he fucked up against me, chasing his release.
Somewhere in my mind I knew it would’ve been easier if we’d gotten naked, but it was so fucking hot knowing I could turn Henry on like this.
That all it took was some kisses and the feel of my cock to reduce him to a moaning, needy mess.
He cried out as I kissed him, his body stiffening as he came, and that was all it took for me to shoot my load into my underwear.
We panted into each other’s mouths as we lay there, still unwilling to part. It was only when my cum began to cool around my dick that I realised I’d have to move. It was either that or peel crusty underwear off my genitals and I wasn’t prepared to do that.
I rolled off Henry and sat up slowly so my head didn’t spin.
“So…” Henry said. He bit his lip as a flush spread across his cheeks and I wondered if he was embarrassed about how quickly he’d come. “That was—”
“Hot,” I said before Henry could finish. “Really fucking hot. You sound so good when you come.”
I leant down and kissed him softly, noticing how swollen his mouth was. I smirked, a pleased feeling unfurling in my chest knowing I’d done that. I’d always been possessive over things I considered mine.
“So do you,” he said. “Next time we’re getting naked. I want to see your cock, not just feel the vague shape of it. I want to suck it too.”
“Fine.” I grinned against his mouth. “You’re so demanding.”
“And that’s bad because?”
“No reason.” I kissed him again before letting him sit up. The mess in my jeans was starting to become distinctly uncomfortable as it began to cool and congeal. And I didn’t have a fucking change of clothes either.
“We should clean up,” Henry said as he sat up, his expression the picture of over-the-top disgust. “My dick feels gross. Do you want to borrow some of my underwear? I’ve probably got some joggers that’d fit you too if you don’t want to sit around in your jeans.”
“Are you sure? I can just go commando.”
“Of course.” He leant over and planted a quick kiss on my mouth before he stood up.
He took two waddly steps forward that looked like a weird combination of a cowboy crossed with a penguin and then reached for the button on his jeans.
I stared as Henry shoved his jeans over his hips, revealing the most perfect, round, sculpted ass wrapped in skintight orange boxers.
He kicked his jeans into the corner and grabbed the waistband of his underwear, slowly peeling them down. His ass was even more spectacular naked, and I just wanted to sink my teeth into the firm cheeks. I swallowed and licked my lips.
Henry turned, underwear still in hand, and saw me looking. He grinned, threw his boxers on the floor, and peeled his T-shirt off so he stood before me in absolutely fuck all.
Holy fuck, was he hot.
Yeah, I’d seen Henry shirtless in films before, but there was something about seeing him naked in front of me that was completely different.
He was softer in reality, probably because he hadn’t fucking dehydrated himself for hours to look cut.
The lines of his tattoo perfectly curved around his ribs making me want to reach out and run my fingers across it.
His chest was lightly dusted with dark hair that ran all the way down to his groin.
My eyes followed the trail down to his cock, which was fucking gorgeous even soft.
I wanted to sink to my knees in front of him and wrap my lips around it, licking and sucking it clean and letting him grow hard on my tongue.
I felt my dick give a valiant twitch in my underwear.
Henry’s eyes danced with mischief. “This feels very one-sided.”
“And? What do you want?” I asked as if I didn’t already know.
“You should strip too. You know, just to keep things fair.”
I smirked. “But life isn’t fair. You don’t always get what you want.”
“Most of the time I do,” he said cheekily. “Please.”
I didn’t say anything. Instead I stood up and pulled my hoodie and T-shirt off before reaching for the button on my jeans, quickly unpopping it and pushing them down along with my underwear.
I stepped out of them and reached down to pull off my socks.
When I straightened up, Henry was looking at me with pleased, hungry eyes.
He strode across the room, closing the distance between us and pulling me into his arms. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
His skin was hot against mine and I let my fingers run across his chest, learning the planes of his body for the first time. I trailed a hand up to his jaw, gently tilting his head down to brush my lips against his. “You’re not bad either,” I said teasingly and Henry chuckled.
“Not bad?”
“Yeah.” I kissed him slowly, nipping his lip. “I guess you’re pretty fucking sexy too.”
He sighed happily, almost melting into my arms, and a little voice in my brain noted the way Henry had reacted. I’d think about it more later.
“We should clean up,” I said eventually.
I didn’t want to stop kissing him but I was starting to get hungry and there were other things I needed to deal with.
“Otherwise the bar in my dick will get stuck with dried cum and it’s really fucking uncomfortable to deal with.
And I don’t want it getting infected either. ”
Henry stared at me. “You have a dick piercing? Where?”
I chuckled and showed him the underside of my softened cock where the small bar ran through the sensitive skin below the head. “I had it done at eighteen and never bothered to get rid of it. It’d close up pretty quickly if I wanted it to, but I just… I don’t know.”
After Michael and I had broken up, I’d debated taking it out, but Michael had always hated it, so I’d kept it just to spite him.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Henry said with a groan.
“You can play with it later,” I said as my stomach rumbled. “But I’m really fucking hungry, and we have dumplings to eat. So break, dumplings, then do this again?”
“You have good ideas.” Henry gave me one final kiss before moving away to grab his T-shirt off the floor.
Then he rummaged in a couple of the piles of clothes and pulled out two pairs of boxers and a couple of pairs of jogging bottoms, tossing one of each my way.
They were both fancier than anything I’d worn before, but neither was a bad fit.
Henry watched me as I finished getting dressed. “You look good in my clothes,” he said. “You should keep them.”
“I can’t keep them. These must have cost a fucking fortune.”
He shrugged. “I can get more. Besides, then I can see you in them again.”
I shook my head resignedly. “You know, I think the whole clothes sharing thing is supposed to start with me borrowing things and then just not giving them back.”
“I’m skipping a step.” He reached for my hand and squeezed it. “Let’s clean up and get dumplings. Now you’ve mentioned it, I’m starving. We can start a movie while we eat if you want? I don’t know if we’ll get all the way through it, but y’know… good intentions and all that.”
I laughed, an unbridled feeling of joy welling up inside me. It was something I hadn’t experienced in a long time, but it felt good and I leant into it instead of pushing it away. Fear could come later.
For now there were dumplings, kisses, and Henry.