Page 48 of Up In Flames
“Will, please. Please—I—” Oren shattered. His body drew tighter in one second, every muscle contracting. He was origami folding in on itself only to explode outward a second later like a firecracker.
He came, cum splattering up his chest. It dripped down my fingers, coating them as I kept jerking him. Kept pulling those obscene sounds out of him.
I needed to come. Pulling out, I yanked the condom off. I rose up on my knees so Oren could see me jerk myself to completion with his cum on my cock.
My release streaked his chest. I fought the urge to rub it into his skin and instead pried my hand off my cock and kissed him again. Out of breath, our kiss was open-mouthed, lips brushing against each other again and again. I sucked in a breath and rested my forehead against his. His leg had slid off my shoulder sometime between his orgasm and mine, and his legs were around me again.
He drew me down to him, arms wrapping around me again, urging me forward. Gathering me close, he kissed the curve of my neck and stroked his hands up and down my back in slow motion. Our cum dried between us, and we’d definitely need to shower.
When I finally caught my breath, I rolled off him, but didn’t get out of bed. I lay on my side and Oren nestled into me. He tucked his head under my chin and let out a long, shaky breath.
“Oren?”
“I’ve never had sex that good before.” He paused, then laughed, quiet and self-conscious. “My ass… it doesn’t hurt, but I can definitely tell there was a dick in there.”
“I could kiss it better if you wanted.”
Oren pulled back and looked at me, aroused and incredulous. “I know that’s a thing that exists, but is that a thing you’re into?”
“I’m into you,” I answered simply. It went without saying that I was into him, but I didn’t think he was ready to hear just how much I cared about him. The level of affection I had for him scared me sometimes. If there ever was a person I’d risk it all to be with, it was Oren.
But he was the kind of man who would never expect that of me. So far he’d gone out of his way to do things on my terms. To keep our relationship a secret in public. It was asking a lot. I knew that. But I simply wasn’t ready to come out. I wanted to be ready for that. I wanted to be brave enough to face whatever the fallout might be.
Oren scratched at his chest, grimacing when dried cum flaked off his skin. “Well, that’s unpleasant.” He looked up at me, eyes glimmering with mischief. “You know, if we got tested and stuff, we could skip the whole condom thing.”
“You want that with me?” I couldn’t banish the surprise from my voice.
“I want a lot of things with you. Stop looking so surprised.”
Oren brushed his mouth against mine. I let him in like I always did, always would. If I could do nothing but kiss him for the rest of my life, it would be more than enough. It would be perfect.
Unfortunately, as lovely as that thought was, it was highly impractical. He pulled away and scrubbed at his chest again, this time with a frown.
“Shower time.” I rolled out of bed and stood, then held my hand out to him. “Come on, we can shower together and save water.”
Oren took my hand, and I tugged him into the bathroom. It wasn’t the largest bathroom in the world, and I’d never had someone here to shower with. At first glance, the shower seemed big enough, until we were both inside and then suddenly it was very apparent how little room there was for two grown men to move around.
Oren took full advantage of this and stepped into my space and wrapped his arms around me. “Oh darn, we have to save space too. How tragic for us.”
Already we were hard again, but the urgency was gone now, and my lust was content to simmer. Oren soaped my skin, indulging in touching me while he did so. His touch was exploratory, and I found I enjoyed watching him examine me. Oren looked at me with a mixture of awe and hunger, but when he’d lift his eyes to meet my gaze, they’d soften as though looking at me made him melt.
I wished I could say that I’d do anything to keep him, but I didn’t know if that was true yet. My insides still quaked when I thought of my parents and how they’d react when I told them. Or the guys at the station. Of the two groups, I expected the guys to have a better reaction, but better didn’t equate good. Not for the first time, I wished it were an easier decision. People could spoutall they wanted about not having to come out, and I used to think that was true.
Maybe for other people it was. But more and more lately, it was feeling like the biggest lie I ever told was one I told myself.
Oren pulled me down into a kiss, sliding his soapy hands up my back, then down again, dipping his fingers into the crease of my ass. Our conversation from earlier came back to me, making my cock twitch at the thought of going bare with him.
It wasn’t something I’d ever done. I’d never had a steady partner to make it worth it before. My sexual history was nothing but a string of casual encounters meant to scratch the itch and nothing more. Oren made me want more.
He made me want things I’d never entertained before. Dating in the open. Taking him to meet my parents. Going bare. Waking up next to someone. All the things I never thought I could have and did my best to ignore. Casual had been enough before. It wasn’t now.
“Can you stay the night?” I asked him.
“Not sick of me yet?” Oren dragged a kiss along my jaw.
Never.
“Not yet. But by nine am, all bets are off.”
