Page 11 of Bi-Partisan

I pull him closer, and he hums again as his hips roll against mine in a way that has me breaking the kiss with a quiet gasp. He does it again, this time wedging his thigh between mine to get more contact. I can’t help the gasp that escapes me again at the friction against my rapidly hardening cock.

“So responsive.” His voice is low and warm in my ear, his breath ghosting across my skin, practically making me whimper. “It’s okay, baby. Let me hear you.”

His lips find my neck again, his teeth nip at my skin, sending goosebumps down my body.

I couldn’t stop the moan or words that follow, even if I wanted to. “Fuck, Adrian—”

My head falls back against the door, and I squeeze my eyes shut to try to quiet my brain because do I also have a bit of a praise kink in addition to everything else I’m learning about myself tonight? Everything that he is making me learn about myself. A stranger is helping me discover things—very intimate things about myself— when I don’t know anything about him.

But that’s fine. That’s what tonight was supposed to be about, right? So I’m fine. I want this. I’m not freaking out.

Except that I kind of am, and as much as I wanted to try to be the person who doesn’t need to have complete control over every aspect of my life and can let go enough to hook up with a stranger, I am not that person. And his lips are still exploring my neck, his hips are rolling against mine, and I can feel him hardening against my hip. My hands return to his hips, but I honestly don’t know if it’s to pull him closer or push him away. All I know is that I need a minute to think. “Shit, wait, I—”

He immediately freezes and pulls back. “Are you—”

“Sorry. I—” I inhale sharply. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

His face immediately softens. “No, it’s okay. You don’t need to apologize for wanting to stop. I understand.” He takes a step back to put some distance between us, which I now know I definitely don’t want, so I tighten my grip on his hips to keep him from getting too far away.

“I don’t want to stop, I just—” I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the door again as I blow out a frustrated breath. “Sorry, give me a minute.”

“Stop apologizing,” he says. “Take your time.”

I nod and try to sort my thoughts, which is much easier now that there’s a little bit of space between us. I feel his hands rest on my upper arms, and he squeezes gently, reassuringly. The act feels strangely intimate given what we were just doing, but does wonders to calm me. I take a deep breath, then slowly release it.

I meant what I said. I don’t want to stop. As much as I’m feeling a bit like a fish out of water here, completely out of my depth, I know if I left right now I’d regret it. I want him, even if it’s only for one night. Except that won’t shut up the part of my brain that is screaming “you don’t do this” and telling it “but I want to, anyway” clearly isn’t working either. But maybe if I just placate that little voice…

“Okay,” I open my eyes and lift my head to look at him, “here’s the thing: I rarely do this—have one night stands I mean. To be honest, I’ve never done this.” I choose to leave out the part about also never being with a man before. If this mini freak out hasn’t already chased him away, I don’t want my lack of physical experience to be what does.

His brow furrows. “I didn’t know. If I’d known—”

“No, it’s alright, darlin’.” I say it so quickly, that stupid term of endearment rolls off my tongue again. Although, now that we’re in better lighting, I can see his cheeks going a subtle shade of pink, so maybe it’s not so stupid. His reaction gives me a bit of my confidence back, so I continue on before I lose my nerve. “I want to do this. You’re really hot—beautiful really,”—I smile at the way his breath catches—“and I am very into everything that’s happening right now. But, I hardly know anything about you, and my brain won’t shut up about it, so if you could just—” I pull him closer again—“indulge me a little. Let me ask you a couple of questions to get to know you enough to shut my brain up. We can go back to what we were doing—especially that thing you were doing with your teeth because that was fantastic.”

He chuckles, and I’m equal parts relieved and pleased at his reaction.

“Not at all,” he says. “Can we move to the couch, though?”

I grin and push forward to brush our lips together. “Definitely.”

He smiles against my lips, then steps fully back. I almost reach for him, already missing his touch, but then I realize he’s only taking off his shoes. I awkwardly balance on each foot to slip my boots off, then once I stand, he’s back, pressing a brief kiss to my lips and lacing our fingers together to lead me to the couch. And fuck, right when I felt like I had the upper hand, he takes it right back because I can’t help melting a little.

He sits and gestures to the cushion next to him. But instead, I smile and settle over his lap, straddling his hips and bracing myself on his shoulders.

“This okay?” I ask.

He swallows, then nods.

“Perfect.” I lean in for a kiss, which goes on for a few long moments before he breaks the kiss and goes back to my neck. I groan as he nips the skin with his teeth, then soothes it with his tongue. I’m probably going to be covered with hickeys by the end of the night, which Mina will kill me for, but that’s what makeup is for.

“As much as I love making you make that sound, didn’t you have some questions you wanted to ask me?” he asks.

Oh, right. “Yeah, um, what do you do?”

“I’m a vet. And you?”

Shit, I didn’t think I’d have to answer these questions, too, when I proposed the idea. It’s fair, though. But I remember Mina’s warning to be careful not to let anyone know my position, so I have to be vague. I also can’t give him any room for a followup question. “I work in government. Do you work at a clinic, or like, a big hospital or the zoo?”

“Clinic,” he answers, then adds, “It’s mostly cats and dogs, but I get the occasional bird or turtle.”

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