Page 38 of Only You
How did I go so long without kissing someone?
How did I go so long without kissing Tatum?
I have no idea. Those are questions I’m never going to have answers to because, as he sucks on my tongue while we make out on my couch, I really can’t find any reason for why we haven’t done this before.
“You taste so sweet, Remy,” he says against my mouth, his hand in my hair.
“It’s the cookies,” I say with a grin, and he tightens his grip slightly. He slept here after our date last night, but there weren’t more than just a few kisses here and there before we fell asleep on my couch, watching television.
We spent our entire Saturday together, just hanging out. We went for a walk around the neighborhood and out to lunch. We drove by the shop he works at, but since they’re closed today, we didn’t go inside. Though he did mention wanting to introduce me to his coworkers and boss.
The guy is truly all-in and seemingly totally unbothered by his previouslystraightlabel. I don’t think he even needs a definition. And as long as he’s okay with that, so am I.
We just got back to my place, and I showed him how to make chocolate chip cookies, both of us tasting the dough before putting them in the oven to bake. My house smells like cookies, and I gotta admit I love that but not nearly as much as tasting Tatum.
His hard cock grinds against mine through our jeans. “No. It’s not,” he says, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s talking about my comment before, saying I taste like cookie dough.
I smile against his lips and brush my hands under his shirt, feeling his warm skin stretched over hard, rippling muscle. This part I’ve done before, but never with Tatum. I don’t want to rush him into anything, just like he didn’t want to rush me into kissing. But he gets the hint anyway—lifting his shirt up and off, tossing it somewhere behind him.
My hands slide over his chest, relishing every bit of hard muscle. “God, Tatum. You must work out constantly to get this body.”
His lips turn up, but he doesn’t pull his mouth from mine, just nipping and sucking on my bottom lip. “Not so much these days.”
I grin, my hands moving to his back and then over his shoulders to his biceps. “Uh-oh, does that mean you’re going to lose these?” I squeeze the muscles, and he flexes, making them even tighter.
“Just using me for my body,” he jokes, his mouth drifting over my cheek and then down my jaw.
“Yup. It was my master plan all along. Playing hard to get so I could get my hands on these muscles.”
“You’re a brat,” he says with a hearty laugh.
I laugh too, but it quickly turns into a moan when he licks over my Adam’s apple and sucks on my neck. “Tatum,” I gasp. “I want more.”
He pauses for a moment, halting the glorious suction. “Tell me what you need.”
I swallow hard, my body going haywire with the need for all the things at once. “I just need you. Anything.” I lean up and pull his mouth to mine, kissing him hard, whispering, “Everything.”
He nods against my lips, and then his hands go down to my shirt. I’d pulled his body onto mine, leaning back on the couch so it takes a little bit of maneuvering to get it off, but soon enough, our bare chests are mashed together.
His soft, warm skin presses against mine as I hold him to me, and we kiss, grinding our lower halves together. “I don’t want to rush you,” he says.
I almost laugh at that because if anyone is rushing, it’s probably me. “We don’t have to do this, Tatum. But I want it. You aren’t rushing me.”
He pulls back enough to look into my eyes, and he must like what he sees because he leans down to kiss me hard, his hands going to the button of my jeans.
It doesn’t take long before he’s freeing my hard cock from the denim and the cotton of my briefs. I do my best to undo his pants, reaching inside, and I’m met with the hard, hot steel of his erection. I knew he’d be big—I’d felt him against me before. I’d seen it through that towel. And well, just the size of his body alone says he’d be big, but holy shit.
He’s not only long, and his girth makes it hard to wrap my hand around him, but hell if I’m going to chicken out now. He makes this sexy little groan as I stroke up and down his length, and I marvel in the way he seems to mimic the motion using his hand on my cock.
His big hand slides over my dick, twisting when he reaches the head and using my pre-cum to make it slick. I thrust into his hand, and he does the same as we eat at each other’s mouths. I get his jeans and underwear down over his ass and vaguelyrecognize the sound of the timer going off, but I’m too lost in bliss to care.
I go over first, my head tipping back on a scream while my cum explodes from my dick between our bodies. I hear him grunt a moment later, his cock jerking in my hand, and I feel the warm splash of his release against the skin of my hip.
We both stroke each other slowly, kissing languidly before I release him and wrap my arms around his neck, keeping him here with me.
“I’m too big to lie on you.”
I shake my head and hold him tighter. “Never leave.”
