Chapter 13
chapter thirteen
Forrest had sent me an entire kink compatibility sheet. I’d been filling it out for the better half of the day, coming up with all sorts of questions for him.
How long have you even been into this stuff?? You’re so young…
Forrest
Lol. Into it? Since I can remember. Practicing it? I met some cool ppl and they taught me everything I need to know. Been practicing kink for 6 yrs.
Holy fuck.
Forrest
Yup. Got more questions?
I scrolled back up through the document to see if I’d had any.
No. Most stuff is self-explanatory and I have private tabs if I need to look stuff up.
Forrest
Good. Lmk if you need help. Not long till 8.
Yeah, I’d have to finish this up and leave soon if I wanted to make it. I got my test results back quicker than I thought I would. The email was sitting in my inbox, taunting me with the fact that I’d have to log back into the clinic’s portal to pull them back up and show Forrest.
There was a box at the bottom of the extensive lists to include verbal and nonverbal safe words. I wrote those in there, using the ones we’d already established, and saved the completed file to my phone.
I’d been working on admin shit for a little over five hours, and my brain was truly about to shut down.
Hopefully, we’d be able to put some of these new things we’d learned about each other to good use tonight.
I wanted to get out of my head. Go somewhere else, like that floaty, content place Forrest seemed to take me.
I was excited at the idea of being able to have a dreamless, restful sleep with a sore ass and marked-up body.
I still had a few marks, actually. A couple of stubborn hickeys and scratches in various stages of healing. They weren’t enough, though. If I were honest, I’d say I wanted to be covered in Forrest’s marks at all times.
Mav took over for the rest of the night. Did the idea continue to make me anxious? Yes. Did I let myself dwell on it? Also yes. There was no universe in which I didn’t.
The drive to Forrest’s apartment wasn’t too bad, at least. The night shift guy at the front counter was going to start recognizing me if I kept this shit up, though I wouldn’t dream of Forrest coming to my house. Not right now, at least.
Both times I’d stepped over the threshold of Forrest’s apartment, I’d been completely ravaged by him.
The moment I’d stepped into his presence, he’d taken all the control I’d desperately held onto for so long.
The air around him alone was suffocating in a way I never thought I’d crave. Would this time be different?
I finally gained the courage to knock, taking a deep breath as I waited for the door to open. When it did, I almost stopped breathing entirely. Forrest was on the other side, wearing his goddamn glasses and a tank top that left nothing to the imagination when it came to his tattoos.
“You’re late.”
I raised an eyebrow, challenging him. “By a minute.”
He shrugged. “Still late.”
“So, what, you aren’t going to let me in now?”
He finally stepped to the side, looking all fucking hot and cute and shit. Nobody should look that fucking fine with glasses on. “Please. Be my guest.”
I walked in, passing him to continue further down the hallway. The same hallway he’d taken me in before, though it didn’t seem like he was going to do that this time. I waited until he nodded and started walking, following him into a room I’d not been in yet.
There was a TV mounted on the wall and a comfortable-looking sectional in front of it.
A large glass coffee table was right in the center of the room, decorated with a tall, fancy-looking candle holder.
I wondered what scent the candle in it was.
I glanced to the right, noticing the tall bookshelf along the wall.
There had to be at least a hundred books shelved on it.
I pointed to it. “So, the bookstore owner owns a ton of books.”
“Yep.” He sat on the couch, stretching his legs out. “That’s usually how it goes. You’d be hard-pressed to find one who doesn’t. I used to have a shit ton more, but I donated most of them when I moved here.” He patted the seat beside him. “Come here. Come sit by me.”
I was hesitant at first, finding myself feeling more awkward than anything.
I knew what was coming. And though I was excited, and I was a full-grown man, I wasn’t sure how easy it’d be to talk about stuff like this in such detail.
I hadn’t had to discuss most of these things with most of the guys I slept with because it was always only one night.
What was I getting myself into?
Forrest pulled out his phone and typed on it. “I’m about to send you my checklist, and you can send me yours. I’ll also log into my portal and show you my test results.”
I chewed on my bottom lip as I shifted to the side to grab my phone as well, opening up our text thread.
We sent the completed lists at the same time, sitting side by side.
What an experience. There were a few things he’d marked on his that I wasn’t interested in, like rope bondage, which we already knew.
I also wasn’t into chastity, but he’d marked that he liked it as a giver and not a receiver.
“Facials, huh?”
My face turned red in an instant. I swallowed past a fucking golf-ball-sized lump of embarrassment in my throat. “What about it?”
He snickered. “It’s marked as a favorite of yours. Is that so?”
I refused to look at him. “It’s a kind of marking, isn’t it? I like the premise. Cover me in your cum. Paint me with it. Make me look and smell like yours.”
“Oh, I’m going to be having fun with that for sure. I put it as interested on mine because I didn’t even think of it like that. Thanks for enlightening me.” He winked.
I tried to pretend like he hadn’t said any of that.
One thing that caught my eye was how high orgasm control was on his list as the one in control.
“I know I have orgasm control marked as a favorite, but I have to let you know that I’m really bad at it.
Like holding it in. I like the idea a lot, but I have a hard time not actually coming. I try really hard, though.”
“Oh, sweetie, I’m sure you do. That’s okay. We’ll play around with it and see how things go or what we can do to adjust it so it’s even better for us.”
It was that easy for him? Wow. I was always worried about that, actually. Every one-night stand who tried to tell me to wait until he’d said to come had been sorely disappointed when I’d blow prematurely nine times out of ten.
“Well, it looks like we’re pretty fucking compatible. Let me pull up my results.”
“Yeah, same.” I went into my email and logged into the results portal. “Here. Let’s switch phones.” I handed him mine as he handed me his.
I read over each line, noting the consistent negatives that matched my own, before handing the phone back to him.
Forrest leaned closer to me, putting an arm around my shoulders and pulling me into his side. “Looks like we’re good to go, hm?”
With him this damn close, I wasn’t sure how I could even breathe. He encompassed everything. He made it all drift away until all I could focus on was him. Not a single thought crossed my mind. There was nothing I could say to fill the empty air. We were compatible.
“Has anyone ever choked you during sex?”
I looked up at him, staring straight into his eyes. A forbidden, murky ocean waited for me in them, and it almost scared me. Almost. But I knew I wouldn’t drown. No, Forrest controlled everything. He had me. I trusted him to have me. “Yes.”
“I try not to until I’ve had a few sessions and have talked to the person more. Is that something you’d want? I know I’ve put my hand over your nose and mouth, but do you want me to squeeze the sides of your neck, too? It’s far more dangerous, but if you trust me, I’m confident in myself.”
“I trust you.”
“Has anyone ever blocked your nose while their cock was shoved down your throat?”
“No.”
“Do you want that?”
Flutters started in my stomach as I nodded. “Please.”
He glanced down. “Are you getting turned on just thinking about it, Jackson?”
“Yes.” It came out breathier than before. I was crumbling under his gaze, and I wanted to let myself. I wanted to melt into him and be certain he’d put me back together.
I felt lighter without his arm around me, and I…hated it. It was weird. “Take your clothes off and kneel on the floor.”
I stared at him for a moment, fighting the urge to stay right by his side. My body wanted to stay by him.
He tilted his head and nodded toward the floor. “Now, Jackson.”
Slowly, I stood from the couch, moving right in front of him. If he was about to wreck me like he was promising, I was going to wreck him, too. I made my movements painfully slow, peeling my shirt off at a fraction of the speed than usual, making sure to arch and stretch my body out for him to see.
Once I’d let my shirt fall to the floor, I looked down as I unbuttoned my jeans and started to slide them down my hips and legs.
This was ruining him. I could tell. But I didn’t want to look at him.
Not yet. I lowered them all the way to my ankles, slowly stepping out of the pant legs and kicking them across the floor.
This time, I did look up. Forrest was staring at me with his glasses on, his back against the couch as he spread his legs almost instinctively. “Hurry up and get your briefs off, sweetie. We may have all night, but I don’t want to use it. I want to use you.”
Oh, holy fuck. That did it. I shoved my underwear off, not paying attention in the slightest to where I’d thrown them. I fell to my knees on the floor between his legs, looking up at him. He hadn’t told me what to do next, and if he was going to use me, then I’d let him happily.
Forrest could use me in any way at any time he wanted to.
“Take my jeans off, beautiful.”
I fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans, my hands shaking with need. There was no way he couldn’t see exactly how fucking hard I was. I was sure I was leaking already, anticipating the taste of his cock on my tongue.