Page 8 of A Different Form of Oxygen
Four
Ben
The way his dark eyes are taking me in leaves me motionless. My lips tingle from his thumb. Waves of heat run between our bodies and my lips are begging to be on his. “You know, there’s such a thing as personal space.” Gavin purses his lips for a moment, as if to say something. Instead he takes a step back, causing my shoulders to involuntarily droop in disappointment. “I guess I better make you that tea huh?”
Gavin’s eyes widen, and he leans his head to the side. I turn to the pantry; his hand gently wraps around my arm, holding me in place before spinning me back around to face him. “I’ve changed my mind. I don’t want tea anymore.” His hand gently cups my face, warm breath teasing my lips. “I think I’ll have something else instead.”
I run my tongue over my lips, maintaining perfect eye contact. The heavy weight of his body presses me against the counter, lips slightly graze over mine, setting my body on fire. He reaches for something behind me, with my mouth twitching against his. His smile nearly touches my lips before pulling away to bring a pastry to his mouth, grinning. That smug asshole. My nostrils are now flaring, and I want to slap myself for being so damn vulnerable.
I grind my teeth. “I think you have overstayed your welcome since you’re now eating my food.”
He smiles before shoving the last bite into his mouth. “You really seemed like you were enjoying it earlier; I just wanted to see what the fuss was about.”
His smile fades when my lips form into a pout. I become angrier when the only thought I have now is for him to kiss it away. He releases a soft sigh. “Sorry, you’re right; I shouldn’t have eaten your food. How about I buy you ten more tomorrow to make it up to you?”
At least now I don’t have to deal with the repercussions of him kissing me.
I have a tendency of not letting anyone new into my heart because a part of me is still broken. Even though I want more, I have never meant more than a fling to the last few guys I’ve been with. Being alone in my house with Gavin, a place I never invite my flings, has me questioning my feelings for him. I met him over a year ago, but I don’t really know him at all. I never thought it was possible to earn a smile from him and yet they are coming so easy today. It's best to think of what we had as nothing more than a fling. Being friends is probably the best option since my best friend is marrying his brother.
Anything more than what we’ve already done would be stepping in dangerous territory. Friends don’t do what we did last night at the club, though. Maybe it’s for the best that he didn’t realize who I was.
I tilt my head to the side, wondering exactly what he is playing at asking me to go to the bakery with him. “Yeah, I think I’ll pass. I have to work tomorrow.”
His shoulders slump in disappointment. “All day?”
The uncomfortable tug in my belly from his frown nearly has me calling in tomorrow. “Yes, all day.”
He leans against the counter, making himself more comfortable. “What about the next day?”
Fighting the urge to cave, I continue to hold my ground. “It’s fine. You brought me my wallet so we can just call it even.”
A soft sigh escapes his lips. “Okay, well then I guess we are even. How about we go just because we’re hungry? I’m sure you have to eat anyway. It is kind of a daily requirement.”
Seriously, what the hell does this guy want? I swear this guy has me rolling my eyes more than anyone I know. “Fine. I’m off Friday. I have class until twelve but am free after that.”
“Okay, Friday it is then. Make sure you are ready by five p.m.” The same dominance in his voice from last night is back, sending a wave of need through me.
The need to say yes Papi Is strong on my tongue. Instead I say, “Okay,” wanting to give in the way I did before, overwhelmed from the satisfaction running through his heated eyes.
He clears his throat; breaking eye contact and the moment ends. “So, what class is this exactly? I wasn’t aware you were in school.”
I wanted to tell him, “Well if you said more than five words to me over the last year, maybe you would.” But what comes out instead is, “Yes, I attend the university up the road. Is that so hard to believe?”
He shakes his head, “No, of course not. I just didn’t take you for the student type. Wait no, that came out wrong. I just mean…”
“It’s fine, don’t hurt yourself trying to justify your words. Well, thanks for everything.” I gesture to the food and my wallet laying on the counter.
He frowns, eyes filled with sincerity. “Yeah, sure. See you Friday. Don’t forget.”
I nod, fidgeting with the bottom of my shirt. “Yeah, see you Friday.”
He moves toward the door before spinning around halfway, “Oh, one more thing. You never told me what you're studying.”
I run a hand through my hair. “I guess you will just have to keep talking to me to find out. See you Friday, Gavin.”
He waves his hand before shutting the door. My phone vibrates against the counter. I snatch it off the granite, smiling when I read the message.
Unknown:Thanks again for the tea.
My eyes go back to the unlocked front door, sending me in a panic. I walk toward it in a hurry, nearly tripping over my feet. Flipping every lock shut. Feeling safer as each one slides into place, my body relaxes, knowing no one could just walk in. Knowing David couldn’t just walk in, catching me off guard the way he did when I last left. I made a lot of stupid mistakes then and wouldn’t make the same ones now. Flashes of David barging through the hotel door outside of California never leaves my mind. The family peering at us from across the way were my saving grace, catching the uneasiness coming off my badly bruised face. David was never one for making a scene.
My feet are heavy as I walk to my bedroom, letting out a long yawn. I tug off my shirt and pants before climbing into my warm bed. I stayed up way too late last night and am ready to crash early. Curling into the comfort of my soft covers, I think about my date with Gavin on Friday. Wait, he never did say it was a date. Either way, we were going somewhere together. Sitting across from one another with only a small table between us would only force us to talk more.
Now that Gavin was finally saying more than a few words to me, I didn’t want him to stop. Our conversation flowed easily. His voice relaxed something inside, turning off the loud noise in my head, allowing me to breathe. My mind became crisp and clear when he was around, allowing my brain to take in his words easier than anyone else's. Normally he would tell mehiandbye,and that was the extent of it. I also got the occasionalhow’s it goingandcan you pass the chips. But as far as full-on conversation goes, today was the most we’d ever spoken to each other in one day. What about today made things different for him?
What changed?
I want to question it more, but memories of Gavin’s lips grazing mine slip into my mind. My hand begins slipping past my underwear, releasing my erection. Stroking my cock, envisioning Gavin shoving me against the counter. Images of how I dropped between his knees last night, wrapping my lips around the crown of his cock, increases the speed of my fingers.
Remembering the way he tasted as I swallowed him down my throat. The way he ran his hands along my hip bone and the top of my underwear, with his face so close to my groin, had me hanging on edge. I picture him sliding them down to lick precum from my tip, running his tongue along the underside of my shaft. The image is all I need to have me trembling against my hand. Twitching against my palm, my cock spills my release over my fingers. I get washed up before laying back in bed, letting my vision slowly darken as sleep finally takes me.
