Page 23 of Up In Flames
Spreading my legs, I reached down and cupped my sac, cradling it in the palm of my hand. Lube dribbled down from the base of my cock and trickled onto my balls. It was easy to imagine it was Oren’s spit. Oren’s hands. Oren’s mouth on me.
My pace increased and the obscene sounds drowned out all the other noise in my head. Reaching back, I teased my hole with the pad of my index finger. The idea of Oren on top of me, pressing into me, spearing me open, was enough to make me come. Release slammed into me, and I shot like a dam bursting. My hips jerked up, fucking my fist. My greedy hole opened, yearning for something, someone, to fill me up.
My body trembled as I jerked, stroking my cock past the point of comfort. Sucking in a deep breath, I let it out and eased my finger inside me. The intrusion burned in a good way. In a way that reminded me what it was like to feel something. To feel want so thick I could taste it. To feel like I might die if I didn’t come again.
Jerking furiously, I came again despite the discomfort, or maybe because of it. It was hard to tell. But by the time I pried my hand off my cock and removed my finger from my ass, I was shaking and breathless. Spent. Covered in cum and lube and sweat. Satisfied, but hollow at the same time. Empty in a way I hadn’t felt before.
Throwing an arm over my face, I closed my eyes and laid in my own mess until my breathing returned to normal and my limbs stopped shaking. Once I thought I could stand withoutfalling over, I got out of bed and had a quick shower. When I slept that night, I dreamed of Oren.
I was barely through my first cup of coffee when my phone buzzed to life. Seeing my mom’s name on the screen made me groan, but if I didn’t answer, she’d just worry.
“Good morning, Mom.”
“Good morning, sweetie. How’s your friend?”
I hated that I’d lied to her, but it was for the greater good.
“Everything is under control. No worries. Sorry I had to leave early.”
“That’s okay. Maybe you can meet up another time.”
Sucking in a deep breath, I pinched the bridge of my nose. If I let her keep doing this, she’d never stop, and I worried that eventually I’d go along with it just to appease her. The only thing that would accomplish would be to hurt everyone involved.
“Mom, please stop.”
“She was perfectly lovely. I’m sure you’d have liked her if you’d gotten to know her a bit better.”
“Mom.”
“She volunteers at church, helping with the little ones.”
“Mom, I’m interested in someone else.” The words rushed out of me before I could stop them. The phone was dead silent, and then Mom started talking.
“That’s wonderful. Tell me about her.”
“We’re just friends, but I’m not emotionally available to other people at the moment. Even if it’s one-sided, I’m invested.” It was as close to the truth as I could get without telling her everything. That the person I had feelings for was a straight man who would never look at me the way I wanted him to. Diggingmy wallet out, I pulled out the pictures of us that we’d taken in the booth at the park. There was a shot of us being silly, then another where we were caught in what felt like a moment. We paid no attention to the camera in that last shot, just each other.
It might have been all in my head, but it had felt like a lightning strike.
“I wasn’t aware you were interested in anyone.”
“Well, it’s kind of new. But even if I wasn’t, Mom, you’ve got to stop trying to set me up with nice church women. I’m sure they’re all perfectly lovely, but I don’t think it’s fair to them for you to talk me up and drag them around and pretend that they’re going to be the one who catches my eye.”
“I just worry about you being alone, Will.”
“I’m alone romantically, but that’s by choice for now. But I have you and Dad, and I have the guys I work with.”
And Oren. I had him too, but I left him out, partly to protect myself from her prying questions. I didn’t know if I could talk about him without sounding like a love-sick teenager. I could practically hear myself.Oren is so handsome. Did you know Oren is a lawyer? Oren is so smart.She’d see through me in a minute flat.
“I didn’t know you minded.”
“Well, that’s my fault for not telling you. But now that I’ve told you, you need to promise to stop.”
“But—”
“Mom. Please.”
The longer the silence stretched, the tighter my chest felt, but after an eternity she let out a sigh.
