Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Skylar
Floating not on cloud nine, but cloud ninety -nine, I drifted inside my apartment and into the bathroom, flipping on the lights and undressing in a pleased daze.
I’d just gotten back from dinner with Ezra, and it was everything I wanted.
Between my classes today, he’d called me, making my stomach go crazy when he asked me out in a nervous, raspy-edged voice. Because I had zero chill, I’d suggested tonight, and he huffed out a little laugh and agreed. We’d decided on a Mexican restaurant I hadn’t tried yet and met there a few hours ago. There had been chips and guacamole, tiny corn tortillas piled high with ingredients that we ate in two or three messy bites each, and margaritas. I’d been so charmed watching a flannel-wearing, bearded mountain man drinking a margarita with sugar on the rim that I took a dozen pictures, making him laugh.
We’d talked about lots of things, and he’d encouraged me to gush about school and why I wanted my masters in comparative literature, which was something no one else asked me.
My curiosity was still rampant about what he wanted and if he was ready for any of it, but I’d held it back until he walked me to my car like a gentleman. “Are you sure you?—”
He’d cut me off with a quiet explanation, “I want to try. I talked to my kids and my friend Xerox. The simple fact is, I haven’t been inexperienced at anything in awhile. You might have to be patient with me and I can’t promise I’m going to be cool about it.”
My heart had flip-flopped like crazy. Never in my lifetime history of ever had someone talked to the people who mattered most to them about me before it got serious.
And the fact that I was the first man he’d kissed, so it was also a sort of coming out scenario… I’d literally swooned into his arms, clinging to his neck as I touched my lips to his.
He’d pressed me against my car gently while roughly plunging his tongue into my mouth.
“You usually have more to say about things,” he’d murmured once we came up for air.
“Oh, honey, I have so much to say,” I’d said. “First, though, thank you for a really great date. I’m honored you talked to your kids about how you’re feeling, but I’m a little worried that it’s going to put a lot of pressure on this very new thing. I’m into you, don’t you worry about that for a second. But dating a man is something you’ve never tried.”
He’d shaken his head and run a hand through my hair. “We’re back to sex.”
I’d blinked at him, being a little coy and playing a little dumb. “Hm, are we now?”
“Yeah, and if you think I’m putting too much pressure on a new relationship, then I think you’re putting too much pressure on sex we haven’t even tried yet,” he’d replied.
That had made me melt and say like an idiot, “Okay, mature man. Kiss me one more time and then let me go home. There’s pressure in my pants that I need to relieve.”
“Uh,” he’d said, then swallowed hard. But his eyes had been dark as sin with desire, and the kiss he’d given me had been a ravaging—a sexy, so incredibly consensual ravaging.
So here I was, floating out of my bathroom with my teeth minty fresh and ready for bed, my body still flushed and sprung from the heat of those perfect kisses. I slid between my sheets and rolled onto my side, hugging my dense bamboo pillow with one arm while my other wiggled under it to reach my cock. It was leaking and practically vibrating with greed.
Before I went any further with myself, I grabbed my phone and deleted all the dating apps I hadn’t opened or thought about at all since before the camping trip with Ezra.
Just as I was about to toss it aside in favor of jerking off, it buzzed, Ezra’s name flashing.
Hope leaping, grinning from ear to ear, I answered and said, definitely breathless, “Hi.”
“I can’t stop thinking about what you said,” he said, sounding husky.
I put him on speaker and replied, “That was my plan. Are you home, naked in bed like me?” When he groaned, I licked my lips and encouraged him, “You should join me if not. It feels so good , touching myself, thinking about all of the sexy things we can get up to.”
“I’m too excited,” he said, “I squirted too much lotion on my cock by accident.”
Dying at the idea he’d done that and then called me, I begged, “Let me hear it.”
For a second I thought it was too much, or he wasn’t the type to be that unabashed about sex or masturbation, whether it was solo or mutual. But a second later the squelching noise of a hand flying up and down an over-lubed cock came through like music to my ears.
Since my lube was eons away on my couch from a quick and dirty session this morning with one of my toys, I went low-tech and spat into my hand, then joined Ezra in jerking off. I hammed up my moans and groans. His noises sped up and I could hear his breathing get more labored even though his phone was still obviously near his cock.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted, “can you come all over your sexy abs for me?”
“Yeah,” he panted.
Even through my cresting orgasm, I grinned at his short answer.
“ Yeah ,” he panted, “yeah, I’m about to—Skylar, now .”
“Coming,” I cried out as my body was wracked with pleasure, imagining my come splattering all over his abs too, mixing with his, coating him in a glossy mess.
We heaved in gasping breaths together.
“Skylar?” he asked finally.
“Mmhm?” I asked, incoherent like I always was after I had a great orgasm.
“Can I take you out again on Friday?”
“Wild horses couldn’t stop me. Gonna pass out now though.”
The last thing I remembered was his warm chuckle.