“You first,” he panted. Every thrust became more dynamic, a new angle, a different pace. He wanted me with him, and I was happy to comply.
“I want this. I want you.”
I’m there, I’m there. Come with me.
I exploded and him not long after, mumblings of me squeezing his orgasm from him and loving the feel of my pussy on his cock only prolonged the aftershocks. He smiled a lopsided grin followed by a laugh that spoke for him. He was wrecked and satisfied, mystified and happy and he couldn’t look more vulnerable if he opened up his chest, pulled out his heart and handed it to me.
20
Skye
We held hands as we walked back to Will’s flat. Which was a perfectly normal thing for lovers to do, but why did I feel like I had a techno roller disco happening right inside my stomach with disco balls twirling underneath my ribs?
“Are you sure you’re OK?” he asked.
“I’m good.”
“If this is too much, we can put the brakes on,” he said. “Anything to make you feel comfortable.”
“I’m good,” I repeated.
“Gav might still be awake working on some stuff for the promotion.”
“He’s going for it too?”
“Yeah. Shit’s gotten awkward,” he replied. “If he’s up, he’ll be a dick, especially when he sees you’re not sleeping on the sofa bed.”
“I’m not?” I tipped my head and started laughing. His shock was fleeting, but his ass grab wasn’t.
He’d destroyed my favourite corset and in the honour of decency I was wearing his superman T-shirt. He’d already told me he wanted to fuck me in, so as far as I was concerned, sofa bed could take a hike.
“Light’s are on,” he said, letting go of me. He lined up the key and put his head against the front door. “I apologise in advance.”
“Nothing I can’t handle,” I said as he smiled.
“Oh, fuck. What’s the time?” Gav asked as he looked up from his laptop.
“After midnight, mate.”
“Give me two secs,” he said, patting the sofa. “Then this is all yours.”
“Actually,” Will replied, pointing to the corridor where I knew his bedroom was. “It’s fine. Carry on with…whatever it is you’re…doing.”
Gav looked from Will’s awkward mumblings to me and started grinning. “Oh. Right. Things have finally moved on. Don’t mind me.” He pulled his headphones out of his bag and made a show of putting them on, wiggling the cans over his ears and giving us a thumbs up. “Go for it. Won’t hear a thing.”
“I need my own place,” Will said, shaking his head. “Can I get you anything? Water? Something stronger?” I shook my head, looped my arm through his and he took the cue.
Take me to your room.
There was a small, lopsided Batman logo on his door. Some kind of sticker that had been pressed on in a hurry. As he opened it, I realised that although I’d been to his flat many times, I’d never actually been inside his bedroom. Chatted at the door, yes, but actually going in, never. That was a boundary I never wanted to cross. Mainly because I couldn’t trust myself not to get in bed beside him and stay there.
He went to work tidying up the space, picking up clothes and throwing them on a chair in the corner. The walls were dark navy and a lighter blue with curtains to match. His own Batcave. A double bed took up the middle of the floor and the bedding was masculine and clean. A corner of his duvet was pulled back and I imagined him waking up and leaving it like that this morning. Next to the bed was a stack of books, like a makeshift bedside table. I knew he was a bookworm. I’d often find him lost in a book in Turnip the Beet with a coffee next to him. It was the same at the other side. Photography books, hefty and tall with a half-empty whiskey bottle sitting on top.
“Bedtime drink?” I asked, pointing to the bottle.
“Something like that.”
“The hard stuff.”
“I treat myself occasionally,” he replied, moving closer to me. “Slows the brain enough to sleep.”
“I’d rather have an orgasm.” He laughed, wrapping his arms around me, bringing me in to him. There was an instant feeling of safety like I could be myself with him because he’d seen the messy bits I tried to hide from everyone else. The only part I’d hidden from Will was the love I felt for him. To throw away those shackles was like breathing fresh air. Taking a deep breath. Living for the first time.
“So would I,” he said softly, holding my neck just at the nape, hand splayed and claiming. “I love it here.” A kiss followed as he found the button, unfastening my jeans and pulling them down. I’d left my panties in his pocket where he wanted them and relished the feel of his fingers tracing the curve of my bare ass. “This is possibly my favourite place.”
I wanted his trousers off, following his lead by unbuttoning them and pulling them down. He stepped out, pushing them to the side with his feet. Boxers next. Kicked and gone. I held his shaft in my hand and began to stroke. A hiss caused a smile. “I’ve imagined you doing this so many times.”
“You’ve fisted your cock thinking of me?”
“More times than I’m ready to admit…ah.” His head fell back, and his cock swelled in my hand. “It was never enough,” he gasped. “Never like this.” I dropped to my knees and kissed his balls, once, twice. They were tight and strained, more moans as my tongue covered his head, my hand still sliding.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Baby. Yes.” I added my mouth to the motion, mimicking my hand. “Skye–” I shook my head, his cock still in my mouth. I wanted to give him this, worship him, no longer from afar but close and intimate. “Need to be inside you,” he rasped, threading his hands through my hair. “Baby–”
I stood, still stroking him with my hand, contact never stopping as he followed me onto the bed. I pulled his jumper over and away, Will helping me and returning to my mouth as we kissed with an intense joy. This man. The feelings he evoked in me. A wash of emotion ran through me and I couldn’t stop the tears.
“You said you didn’t know sex could feel that way.” He pulled back, watching me with concern, holding me with both hands to my hips, the blue fabric of his t-shirt pooling around his fingers. “Tell me what you meant.”
“Do we have to do this?” He said softly, smiling as he kissed a tear away. “Right now?”
“I want to know.” He shook his head and kissed me again. Embarrassed. Unsure. “Come on. It’s not like I thought you were celibate. I walked in on you masturbating with Catwoman, remember?”
“OK, we’re really going there,” he replied, dropping his head, a deep line appearing between his eyebrows.
“Don’t stop,” I reassured him. “Tell me as you’re fucking me.”
“Jesus.” He laughed lightly as I sat on the bed and lay back. “That’s all it was, Skye. Fucking. Sex was just a need. An instinct. I didn’t attach any emotion to it. It was an urge to climax and get out of there. Yeah, I liked sex, but I didn’t want to take it any further.”