Chapter 10
She didn’t say it back.
She said it means something and she was quick to invite me over. But she didn’t say I mean something to her. Doesn’t matter – not tonight anyway – because I’m on a mission. And it’s slightly different from hers.
With everyone out celebrating the gays, the hallways are virtually empty, but I rush down them nonetheless to get to her door, knocking fast when I arrive. Her door opens a moment later and all urgency leaves my body. Cancel my mission. She’s standing there in matching pink lacy underwear, her nipples visible through the intricate pattern on the bra. A reminder of having them in my mouth barely a few hours ago stops every other part of my brain from functioning. The sweet smell of her shower gel drifts past me. I bet it smells even better on her skin.
“Holy…”
“Get in, get in!” She tugs my arm and shuts the door behind me.
I take a quick glance around the room before returning my attention to her. It’s clear her appearance isn’t all she’s put thought into. There’s music playing – laid-back, sexy, nothing I’ve heard before, but I like it. And her fairy lights are the only thingilluminating the private room. It’s not just sexy; it’s romantic.
Though barely clothed, she’s not shy. She’s giddy. Her smile is radiant and infectious. After letting me take her in for a generous amount of time, she pulls me in to kiss her.
Don’t get distracted. Stick to the task at hand. I have a duty. A responsibility.
I tear myself away from her. “Gem.”
She steals her name from my lips with another kiss. “Mmm?”
Holy shit. Maybe I can delay the task for another night. But by then it will be too late. Oh hell, just rip the Band-Aid off.
“We can’t have sex tonight.”
She stills in my arms. “What? Why? But you said— And you’re?—”
“I know. But…I got to thinking in the shower that if you’ve not had sex, then maybe you’ve missed out on all the fun things that aren’t sex.”
“What do you mean?”
“Has anyone ever touched you the way I did the night we met?”
“Uh…once, a very long time ago. Or rather, they tried to, but it wasn’t… They couldn’t… I was too…tense.”
“Okay, and have you ever touched a guy? Before today?” I’m not shy with my words. People are awkward when it comes to talking about sex but not about getting down to it, and it’s a complete paradox. It’s not a taboo; talking is good. It’s exciting. It’s safe.
She shrinks a little, and I rub my thumb over her naked waist to encourage her.
“There’s no wrong answer. I just wanna know what you’re comfortable with.”
She considers her answer, or maybe whether she’s even going to answer me, for a few seconds. “I’ve given someone a hand job – again, a very long time ago, back in sixth form – but nothing more.”
“Okay, cool.” Now I have something to work with. “So there’s a certain rite of passage any…non-sexually act?—”
“You can say ‘virgin’. I was just angry and making a point earlier.”
“Good to know. So there’s a certain rite of passage any virgin has to embark on before they can have sex.”
“Right, so what?—?”
“Have you ever seen the movie ‘Anchorman’?”
She stares at me blankly. “Yes, I’ve seen ‘Anchorman’.”
“Great, so you’re not gonna be mad if we don’t watch it.” I’m already heading over to the TV on the wall to plug my hard drive in.
“Tom—”
I point two cheesy finger-guns at her. “Welcome to a night of Netflix and chill with your special guest host – me.” I point both my thumbs at my chest. “Tom Parks.”
She blinks and looks confused as hell, but a smile breaks out on her face. “What is happening?”
“I’m gonna put this movie on, wait an embarrassingly short amount of time before I make a move on you, and then I’m gonna make you come about a thousand times before Jack Black’s even kicked a dog off a bridge. Sound good?”
She shakes her head with a titter. “Sounds great.”
I could spend eternity with my head between Megan’s thighs. Marvel could drop the trailer for a secret new project or I could be offered my own stand-up special on Comedy Central and I still wouldn’t budge. The joy I get from the sounds she makes, the way she writhes when she’s almost there, and how her thighs tremble against my ears when she is, makes me certain this is my new life purpose. I let her ride the wave once again, my fingers massaging her G-spot while I suck on her clit, and I wait until the tension in her legs has eased and the panting has begun before slowing down.
She lets out a long, satisfied sigh. I look up and take in her flushed cheeks, the sheen of sweat glistening on her skin, and the most satisfied smile I’ve ever seen.
“You want more?”
“Yes.”
Her wish is my command. I begin to kiss my way back down her thigh.
“No, no – of you. I want more of you. Come here.” She reaches forward and pullsme up to her, and my body settles on top of hers while her legs tighten around me. My tormented hard-on, trapped in my underwear, rubs against her naked, warm pussy as we make out. It feels so right to be with her. To be doing this with her.
“I can’t wait to have sex with you, Gem,” I confess.
“So don’t wait.”
Stay strong, Thomas.
“I promise I’m ready.” She holds me tighter, the friction driving me crazy.
“Soon. Just not tonight.” I kiss her to stop myself from saying what I really want to say, which is “fuck it”.
“Tell me again why we can’t.”
“I honestly don’t remember anymore.”
I grind harder with her encouragement, both of us moaning as we pick up the pace. Fuck, I love dry-humping. I’ve never allowed the time for it before. Why did I ever rush to the finish line when the race is the best part?
“No, I remember. I remember. Because I wanted you to experience everything, and sexual frustration is one of those things.”
“I’ve experienced it. Thank you. I’m good.”
I hum against her lips as I kiss her once more.
“Ooh! What if we did that thing Mormons do? Wetting or something.”
“You mean soaking?”
“Yeah, that’s it. You could just pop it in, and I’ll cough a few times, or you could put out a Bat-Signal to Jack and he could come wiggle the mattress.”
“I’m pretty sure that would count.”
She throws her head back with frustration. “Ugh. Fine. It would, but don’t tell the Mormons.”
I laugh at her adorable attempts to bed me. “If there’s one thing you need to know about me, it’s that I’m stubborn,” I admit between kisses on her neck. “So no matter how much you beg me to, I’m not gonna cave.”
“Interesting. Thing is, I don’t think you’re as stubborn as I am. So, respectfully, and only ever with your consent?—”
“Of course.”
“I’m going to make you cave.”
Defiance looks fantastic on her.
“I’d love to see you try.”
Her grin matches mine as she squeezes me between her thighs and flips us over so she’s on top, naked and hopelessly horny. She trails kisses down from my neck to my chest and stomach until she’s at the waistband of my boxers, and that’s where her confidence diminishes.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
She sits up and rests on her heels. “Given where we ended up that first night we met, I imagine this isn’t your first time getting a blow job.”
I’m surprised by her candour but still happy she feels she can speak freely. “Does it bother you?”
“No, but I… I’m not going to be as good as whoever’s done it before, and…”
“Let me stop you there. There is quiteliterally no way to give a bad blow job. I mean, if you’re using your teeth…you’re doing something wrong. But otherwise, just putting it in your mouth feels awesome. But do you want to do that? I don’t expect?—”
“I want to. I’m just embarrassed and I don’t think I’d cope with…notes.”
“Nope, not allowed to be embarrassed. And I promise not to give you any notes.”
She smiles, her nerves easing a little. “Could you maybe, like…guide me? Gently.”
As if I’d be rough with anyone, let alone her. I haven’t got it in me, much to the disappointment of the ladies I’ve been with in the past who like it a little rougher.
“If that would help you.”
She nods, so I place my hand on her cheek and lean forward for a kiss. I stare into her big blue eyes, which I realise now are a unique combination with her brown hair. I’ve never met someone who looks like her, and she’s even more beautiful because of it.
“There’s no end goal. You stop when you wanna stop, okay?”
“Okay.”
She kisses me again as I relieve myself of my tight underwear, then I lean back and wait for her to decide when she’s ready. I block out Ron Burgundy and the gang singing “Afternoon Delight” as Megan takes hold of me and leans in. I reach for her face, but I have no intention of guiding her movement – my hand is only there to calm her nerves. She licks her lips, and the anticipation alone could make me come at this point. She runs an explorative tongue up the length of my shaft and then slowly lowers her lips around me, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. Oh shit, that’s good. She doesn’t suck too hard or too soft; she’s just right. There’s a Goldilocks joke in there somewhere, her actions with my “just right” dick, but I can’t think straight enough to piece it together. The combination of her hand pumping me, the warmth of her mouth, the movement of her tongue as she tries out different things, and seeing her on her knees pleasing me, has me on the edge way sooner than I’d hoped.
“Come up, baby,” I say when I can’t hold off any longer, but she keeps going. “Gem,” I say louder. Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.“Gem!” I pull her up, my hand tightening into a fist around myself as I spill onto my stomach with an ache from holding off my orgasm for a few seconds too long. My whole body rocks with pleasure, and I come down from the high.
“Sorry, I didn’t hear you.” Megan bites her bottom lip, looking so pleased with herself she could burst.
“You’re okay. I just didn’t wanna…you know.”
“Thank you.” Her gratitude hits a melancholy note, which I put a pin in for later.
“Would you mind getting me some tissues from the bathroom?”
“Oh! Yeah, sure.” Her breasts bounce as she walks away, and I collapse back on my pillow. How did I get so lucky?
Once we’ve cleaned up and hydrated a little, we tuck ourselves into bed. She wears cute little panties and an oversized shirt, and I throw on my boxers. She picks out another movie from my selection and we snuggle up together. I think this is the Sunday kind of feeling people get with their partners that I’ve always secretly wanted.
“Show me your schedule,” I request.
She smirks. “I will if you say it properly.”
“Sorry, schhhedule.” I overemphasise the British pronunciation.
Grinning, she reaches across me to grab her phone off the nightstand and opens up her app. Perfect – we both have the morning off. I poke around for a while, trying to figure out how it works, until I’m finally able to program in a new block of time.
“What are we doing then?”
“I’m gonna take you on a date.”
The most tremendous smile spreads across her lips. “Do you have somewhere in mind?”
“I do.” I shuffle onto my side to see her.
“Where—?”
I brush a soft strand of hair behind her ear. “I’d really like to keep it a surprise, if that’s okay?”
She considers it briefly, then she nods. “Okay.”
I lie back on the pillow, pleased with myself, and then the dread kicks in. “Your brother’s gonna kill me.”
She groans with me because she knows he will. “We could keep it quiet?”
I turn back to her. “You deserve to be so much more than someone’s secret.”
She loses herself in another thought. “I’ve spent a big chunk of time living very publicly. I’m more than okay with having something that’s just mine for a while.”
My heart glows. She shared with me. And it potentially confirms my suspicions of her being some kind of influencer?—
Nope.Her past doesn’t matter, and I’m not gonna mess this up by focusing on it. As long as I get her present, and maybe even her future, I’m the happiest man alive.