Page 71 of True Sight
“Ofcourse, I will be there, pet. I wouldn’t miss it for anything. I’ll talk with Alex about covering my classes while I’m gone and the renovations are ahead of schedule so they shouldn’t even miss me. Now, tell me all the details you so rudely planned without me.”
She speaks hurriedly and relays all the information of her sudden matrimony and I can hear the happiness in her voice. As she speaks, I feel my heart grow in my chest as I realize that she isn’t the only one who has someone who makes her happy anymore. I also have someone who makes me just as happy too.
A few hourslater I’m back at the studio waiting on the fixture delivery and doing a mental assessment of how things look. It’s crazy to me that I’ve already been in Charleston for just about six weeks and how much has gotten done in such a short timeframe. Not only with the studio, but also with me. When I left London I had no intention of finding someone like Conrad and having him in my life like I do. A boyfriend was so far out of my range of possibilities at the time that even thinking about him now made my head spin.
I’ve never had a boyfriend like him before; one who’s different from me in so many ways but also so similar. Orphans in our own ways. Damaged and bruised from the past, yet still trying our best to make due with what life has dealt us. The label of ‘boyfriend’ stuck out to me like I normally did in my high school gym class amongst all the boys who wore their shorts hung low and didn’t bother to coordinate their trainers with their tops like I did.
Boyfriend.
Is he my boyfriend? I’m not sure if he is in an official sense but I want him to be. I hope that one day he might be, but am also perfectly fine with us just keeping it casual.As long as he isn’t seeing anyone else that is.My insides start to grow hot at the idea of him being with someone other than me but the feeling dissipates when I hear a knock at the front door. Walking to it, I notice a man holding a clipboard and a stack of boxes. After signing on the dotted line, I point to the corner of the studio where he can put the new fixtures and waves as he loads into his truck and pulls out of the parking lot. With the thoughts of Conrad circling my mind, I pull out my phone to send him a message.
Hello love. I’m not sure if you have plans or not, but I’m at the studio and would love to show you some of the updates that have happened. It’s been a few weeks since you were here last. Any chance you could come by?
It doesn’t take him more than a minute to reply.
I’m actually in the area, can I come by now?
Yeah, I would love that
Okay I’ll head over.
Not even ten minutes pass before I hear rubber screeching against the pavement and his headlights flash through the studio windows. It’s nearly eight-thirty and the sun has been asleep for the night for over an hour. Pulling the jumper I have on around me tighter, I step out into the night to greet him at the door.
“Hello there, handsome,” I hum as he gets within arms reach.
“Hey,” he greets smoothly, looping an arm around my waist and pushing me back inside. Once protected by the privacy of the empty studio, he presses the cocky smirk he’s donning to my lips. My fingertips tingle at his touch and the way he grabs at the waistline of my joggers. He’s wearing a form-fitted pair of denim for once which I take full advantage of. As our lips say hello to one another, I reach a hand into his back pocket and squeeze his ass. When he groans, I do it a second time just so I can hear the noise again.
“You know, this isn’t why I called you here. I really do want to show you some of the updates,” I admit between warm and wet kisses. We haven’t had a chance to see oneanother in a few days and I guess I didn’t realize how badly I’d missed him. Not just him, but his body, his touch. The way he feels next to me, the way he holds my neck as he kisses me deeply.
“Show me in a minute, I haven’t gotten enough of you yet.” His words are needy and I’m happy to oblige. The front desk counter had been installed this week which he notices and uses to his benefit. Walking me back slowly until my back hits the edge of it, he moves a hand to grip the countertop and presses himself into me. When he does, I feel the space beneath his jeans grow and become tighter. I love the feeling of his length pushing into me like it is and moan in appreciation.
“Louder, baby,” he begs, his voice husky and dripping with want.Holy hell, I’m not sure where this is coming from but I need more of it.Giving him what he asked for, I reach between our legs and grab him over his jeans, releasing an even louder, deeper noise than before. His cock grows noticeably in my palm as I play with him. I’m not sure if his jeans can take any more tension but I am willing to find out.
He pulls away from my lips and leans in closer to reach my neck, nipping at any exposed flesh he can find. “I’ve been thinking about you, sweets.”
“Oh yeah? What have you been thinking about?” I play along.
“You.” A bite. “Your amazing fucking body.” A sigh. “And having as much of your sweet cock as I can get.” The hand that’s been wrapped around my throat suddenly grabs my hand that’s playing with him and pins it against the countertop. He tugs at the waistline of my joggers with his free hand, slipping a few fingers underneath, and waits for my permission to continue.
“Please,” I sigh, obediently extending my arms on the topof the counter, fully ready to let him have me in any way he wants. His hand slides further beneath the fabric easily, my own cock pressing my shorts away from my body in anticipation, and wraps his hand around me.
“Someone’s needy tonight,” he groans and bites my neck again, sending a fresh wave of chills down my spine. Using his thumb, he traces circles around its head, rubbing in the precum that’s waiting on him. My head falls back and I bite my lip in an attempt to regain any sense of control over myself. But he’s stolen all sense of that, any sense of self I have, and I don’t want him to give it back any time soon.
“I’ll be anything you want me to be tonight, love. Just say the word and I’m it.” My fists clench as he brings his hand back to my cock after spitting into it like he knows I like.
“I want you like this, but also as more than this,” he starts, peppering kisses along my throat and up my jawline. “I want you asmine.”
There’s no hesitation in his voice when he says it and I bring my eyes to his to make sure I haven’t misunderstood what he means. But when I lock onto his deep brown eyes, I know I haven’t. They tell me exactly what he’s asking for without speaking a single word.
He wants to have sex.
“Are–are you sure?” I ask but he’s already starting to nod his head. “We don’t, if it’s too soon, we can?—”
“Do you want to wait?” His voice is steady, calm, controlled. Just like he always is.
“I–I mean, no,” I chuckle haughtily, my eyes glancing everywhere but at him. He slides his hand out from under my waistband and is holding onto either side of my hips. “But I also don’t want you to feel rushed.”
“I don’t feel rushed. I feel good. About this, about you. Let me have you as mine tonight, sweets.Please.” The soundof his plea nearly puts me over the edge. No one has ever said please before.
