Page 63 of My First Time Fling

“There are lots of things I’d be more than happy to do with you on my knees.Afteryou check your phone.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled my phone out, then grinned in surprise.

“Everything good?” Mark asked, peering at my face. “Can ravishing still commence on schedule?”

“Ravishing can commence with a vengeance,” I said, holding my screen out to him. The notification was for an email, with a PDF attachment. “But you were right to make me check. Look what I just found out.”

Mark looked down at the screen of my phone, and a smile spread across his face as well. “Ooh. Okay, I’m definitely glad I insisted, then.”

“I’d actually forgotten we’d got tested, with everything else that happened this week,” I said, still grinning. “But there’s nothing like a clean bill of health to clear you for unrestrained perversion and filth.”

“I got my results this week too.” Mark’s smile turned mischievous. “STI-free. Not that this means we need to jump right into—”

“Yes,” I interrupted. “That’s exactly what it means.”

My shirt was already off by the time we stumbled upstairs, bumping against the walls and bannister along the way, and Mark’s didn’t last five seconds once we were in my room. He closed the door behind him and followed me to the bed, pushing me back onto it before climbing on top of me.

I loved the feeling of his body, all muscles and exertion, on mine. I loved the weight, the security, feeling like he could protect me. Sure, I’d learned this week that I could be okay on my own. But being with someone was so much better. When that someone was Mark.

“You sure you’re not too tired?” I murmured as he kissed my neck.

“Never too tired for you,” he replied, licking my earlobe before pulling down on it gently with his teeth. He pulled back. “You’re sureI’mnot too gross and sweaty?”

“Since when have I ever implied that sweet and clean was the only way I liked it?” I asked, arching an eyebrow. “You? This? Right now? It’s perfect.”

“Mmm, gonna have to disagree with you there,” Mark said, his hand stroking down my torso and finding my cock. “Pretty sure there are a couple things that could make it even perfect-er.”

“Your cock in my ass, perhaps?” I asked.

“That’s one.”

“Me screaming your name as you make me come?”

“That’s another. Though maybe that last bit’s a little unfair to your housemates. Maybe you could just whisper it.”

I laughed. “I think most of them will just sleep through it. And the ones don’t? Honestly, after the way they’ve acted the past few months, I couldn’t care less. Hell, maybe they’ll enjoy it.”

“Yeah? You think it might awaken something in them?”

I giggled. “We can only hope.”

My cock was hard, straining against the fabric of my running shorts as Mark stroked it, and it bobbed free eagerly when he pulled my shorts off. He swirled a finger around the head, already leaking precum, and brought it to his mouth, sucking it clean before going back to tease me some more.

“Your turn,” I said, slipping my fingers underneath his waistband and rubbing his cock with the palm of my hand. “One week is way too long to go without seeing you. Without seeing this.” I squeezed his cock for emphasis, and Mark grunted in satisfaction.

“I couldn’t agree more,” he growled as he slipped out of his shorts.

Ithadbeen too long. Earlier this week, I’d thought I might never see Mark again. And as much as I’d tried to convince myself I’d be okay with that, that I’d feel better eventually, I was overcome with relief that I didn’t have to. And I wanted to show him how much he meant to me.

I reached down to stroke our cocks together, feeling the precum leaking out of his cock too. It was nice to know he was as turned on and ready to go as I was, because I desperately needed him inside me. I pumped my hand up and down, then started to reach over to the nightstand for my lube.

“Jess, Jess,” Mark said, reaching out to stop me.

“What?” I asked, confused. “I thought—I’m sorry, were my comments about filth and perversion not clear earlier? I want you to fuck me, Mark. I want you to fuck me raw, to breed me, and I want you to do it now.”

“I’m not saying I don’t want that,” he said, pressing a kiss to my chest. “Believe me. I do. Badly. I just think maybe we should talk first.”

“What’s there to talk about?” I asked. “You’re here, I’m here, we both realized we were being idiots, now we can bone and forget about it.”

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