I stared at the ceiling for hours before falling into a restless sleep.
The following afternoon I texted Nick to arrange getting together on Saturday.
Are you still free tomorrow?
I certainly am. Did you still want to head to Bondi for the walk?
Actually, the weather doesn’t look so flash. I was thinking of you coming to my place for the afternoon, and then you could come to Mum’s place for lunch on Sunday
No answer.
The message was marked read. Did he not want to meet Mum and Tim? We had talked about it in the abstract, but maybe he thought meeting the parents was a bit much.
I told myself to stop second-guessing everything right when my phone beeped.
Sorry, getting a taxi. That all sounds great. I’m looking forward to it. Dress code for lunch?
No dress code. Have you met me?
I was nervous on Saturday morning. Earlier this morning, I had driven five suburbs away to buy a douching kit at the pharmacy. I felt sixteen again. Why the hell was I getting nervous about sex, for God’s sake? Next time I was going to buy everything on Amazon like a normal person.
I was so over this being a big deal in my head. I wanted it to be tonight. I wanted it with Nick. I was ready. I had done the shopping, I was prepped, I had cleaned the apartment within an inch of its life, and I had carefully chosen what I wanted to wear.
Now, fifteen minutes before Nick was due to arrive, I realized I was so nervous I had sweat marks on my shirt.
Well, that’s sexy. Dammit. I needed to jump in the shower again.
When I turned the water off, I heard the buzzer for the door. Shit.
I grabbed a towel as I ran to buzz him in, then quickly wrapped the towel around my hips while he came up the stairs. I have just fastened the towel when he walked in.
“Sorry I’m early. I was excited to see you.” He didn't even try to be subtle about the way he was inspecting me. Dropping a bag by the door, he kicked off his shoes and socks.
“Sorry, I was sweating. I was excited to see you too,” I said with a grimace. Thankfully he laughed.
I excused myself and rushed to the bedroom. So much for choosing what to wear. I tossed on the least crinkled jeans and t-shirt I could find. I walked back out and offered an embarrassed smile in apology.
He looked me up and down again. “Those jeans look incredibly good on you. Having said that, I was equally happy with how you were dressed when I arrived.”
I felt my face heat and was grateful again that I don’t blush. I finally had a chance to look at him. He was wearing grey fitted jeans and a pale pink shirt. Not something I would have tried to pull off, but Jesus, it worked on Nick. He looked fucking amazing. And I told him so. Whenever I complimented him, he always looked shy. But men told him how hot he was all the time; he had probably heard it his whole life, and he let it roll off him. I loved that it affected him when I said it.
He was still watching me but hadn’t moved any closer. “Do you want a drink?” I asked nervously. He shook his head. I shuffled to the other foot. “You want anything else?”
He nodded. “You.” Shamelessly, he adjusted his dick and then stalked towards me. I didn’t move, only watched him.
How is he mine?
The man was just stunning.
Gently, he reached up and ran his fingers down my cheek. I closed my eyes to savour the warmth of his caress. His hand pulled on the back of my head, and I lowered to meet his lips for a sweet kiss.
“Hello,” he whispered and kissed me again.
The sweetness morphed into heat, and I turned us so I could lean against the dining table. His tongue explored my mouth leisurely, completely, before I delved into his. My nerves evaporated, and all that was left was desire. My hands reached up under his shirt and explored his back, grasping the back of his shoulders to pull him closer. It wasn’t enough. One hand stayed on his back, pinning him to me; the other reached down to cup his arse. He moaned into my mouth, and the desire turned into desperation. His hand reached under the waistband of my jeans. One finger teased the top of my crease, pushing down only enough to make me crave more.
“I need you,” I moaned against his lips as I broke the kiss.
He pulled his shirt off and reached for mine, but I had already started pulling it over my head. His warm hands ran up my chest, pausing to flick my nipples with his thumbs. I groaned, long and low. Leaning forward, he repeated the action with his tongue.
“God, I love your chest,” he said, licking again at my taut nipples. “The muscles, the hair, these nipples that are so fucking sensitive.”
I never liked the hair on my chest. I had always thought I looked better with a smooth chest, but it was a lot of maintenance and maybe a little vain. I thought he would prefer it too, but Nick seemed genuine, and I did love how his hand always drifted to my chest hair subconsciously when we were lying together.
I looked him in the eyes, then flipped us so that he was leaning against the dining table. I dropped to my knees, looking up at him as I undid his jeans. They were pretty fucking tight, so he helped me get them down to his thighs. Then I pulled them and his underwear all the way off before sitting back on my heels for just a moment to enjoy my view. His cock twitched, and I lifted back up on my knees, and my hand ran up his thighs. I traced from root to tip with my nose and kissed the tip of his cock.
“Jesus, Ky, are you trying to kill me?”
Trying not to smile, I ran my lips slowly back down his length, and my right hand wrapped firmly around his shaft. I sucked one ball into my mouth, rolling it with my tongue and sucking gently, then moved to the other. His moans were enough to move me faster. I licked up his length and then sucked his cock as far down my throat as I could, swallowing around his length. His hands gripped my hair, not holding my head but firmly enough to feel it. I used one hand to adjust myself in my jeans before using that hand to hold his balls, pulling gently as I worked him. His gentle moans and curses spurred me on, and I moaned around him.
With the hand in my hair, he tugged me off. “Stop… I need you… to stop… fuck, Ky. That fucking mouth.”
I rose up onto my feet and pulled him towards the couch. “I think we need to have a rule. Saturday is no clothes day. I mean, no offense to your personal shopper—are they really a thing? Anyway, I’m rambling. Just need more of you naked.”
Laughing, he flopped down onto the lounge and patted the seat next to him.
I shook my head. “Nope.”
I knelt, straddling him. Staying up on my knees, I towered over him, and he leaned his head back to look up at me. I pushed his hair off his face and slowly traced my fingers down his jaw, and his tongue shot out to lick his lips. They were soft and pink and so damn inviting. Leaning forward, I let the tip of my tongue follow along his lips. He caught my tongue between his lips and sucked.
Fuck.
Nick’s hands went to the waistband of my jeans as I sat back up, and he flicked the button. When he grabbed the zip, one of my hands grabbed to his. “Careful, we don’t want a There’s Something About Mary moment.”
He looked at me with confusion but lowered the fly with care. When he realized I was commando, a long moan came from his throat. He only pushed my jeans down far enough to free my dick. Nick shuffled a little lower on the lounge so his face was in line with my groin and gently sucked only the head into his mouth, running his tongue around the rim. Clearly in no rush to finish, he took me further into his mouth and sucked back to the top. He took his time alternating between sucking and licking.