Page 60 of Love Bleeds
That had no right to feel that good.
I'd kissed other people before. I wouldn't call my range of experience vast, but I wasn't a total virgin.
And still, this moment, as Crimson kissed me and I welcomed his tongue into my mouth, I kind of felt like one.
Everything was new and exciting. The way Crimson smelled—clean and crisp, like moonlight--, the roughness of his lips, the way all my blood rushed to my groin when his fingers tangled in my hair while he pulled me closer. There was something possessive about the way he held me, about the way his hand slid underneath the fabric of my pajamas to splay over my back, but I didn't mind.
In fact, I kind of loved it.
My skin grew hot under Crimson's touch, his fingers leaving goosebumps in their wake. Something lodged in my throat. A sound, maybe, but I would never know because Crimson's lips hadn't left mine yet. I didn't want them to. I wanted him to keep kissing me forever.
I wanted to belong to him.
If I was his, truly and utterly, he could never leave me again.
My thoughts got lost in a deliciously delirious haze as Crimson's roaming hand moved away from my back, toward my front, and then, slowly, underneath the waist band of my pants.
I was already hard for him.
That didn't usually happen this easily for me. Most of the time, I had to focus on turning my thoughts off for long enough to lose myself in the action. I had to shut off the light upstairs to turn it on downstairs. Crimson took both of those tasks out of my hands.
A shiver of anticipation went through me as his fingers stopped just short of touching my length, curling in the nest of hair surrounding it instead.
He broke the kiss then, but only to speak into my ear. "Was a kiss all you wanted?"
I shivered again. God, no. It was not all I wanted, not anymore. Words failing me, I pressed myself closer to him. As I moved, his fingertips brushed up against the hardness in my pants for the briefest of moments. An image flashed through my mind, an idea, of how good it would feel to rub myself against him. To have his fist wrapped around me as I jerked my hips, desperate to come.
Jesus Christ.
That was definitely not a straight man’s fantasy.
It might have been scary, if my best friend in the whole wide world hadn't been right here with me.
His chest vibrated against mine as he chuckled. "Still kind of waiting for a response."
It was really hard to come up with something intelligent to say, though, while he traced the length of my cock with his fingers. I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face in his shoulder, because it was the only way to keep myself from saying something really embarrassing. Something likeFuck me, orGet me off. Something that would have sounded sexy coming from someone else, but which I would only be able to get out in my C3P0-voice. Which was really not sexy. Unless you were into sex with robots--which some people probably were. God, I really needed to stop picturing that.
Thankfully, Crimson was a master at pulling the brakes on my thoughts.
This time, he did it by cupping my chin, making me look up at him. "No shame, okay? Just tell me what you want. Whatever you want." The way he said that left me with no doubt about how serious he was. I could ask him for anything and he would give it to me without judgement.
My wrist burned with a spark of that strange magic that was supposedly part of me. I tried not to focus on it--this wasn't the time or place to experiment with that, but I felt it nonetheless. It flowed into my veins like rocket fuel. Or maybe that wasn't my magic. Maybe that was just my reaction to the way Crimson still looked at me, eyes dark with lust.
"I want..." I started, then stopped, feeling awkward. I'd never been good at expressing myself when it came to.... sex stuff.
Finally, Crimson closed his hand around my erection. "This?"
I nodded quickly, as if he might take his hand away if I didn't agree vehemently enough. God, I never wanted him to take his hand away. "But also..." I made myself speak up before he started moving, because I knew I wouldn't stand any chance at managing it once he did.
"But also what?"
I bit my lower lip. No, I wasn't going to say it. I was just going to do it. Because really, I wasn't a taker. If Crimson was giving me something, I wanted to give back.
Trying not to think about it too hard, I slid my hand into his boxer shorts.
My whole face grew hot as my fingers made contact with Crimson's cock. He was just as hard as I was, though, so maybe there was no reason for me to be embarrassed?
"Go on," he said, his voice low in my ear.
