Page 18 of Crossing the Line
He gives me a final tender and heartfelt peck on the lips, and our mouths grudgingly separate. Hercules’s eyes stay closed for a few beats as though he’s still savoring my flavor. I swallow, unable to look away from his handsome face. I’m afraid to blink hard. Maybe being with him this away is a dream, one that I never want to wake up from.
Slowly, we begin to smile at each other until that turns into laughter.
“Isn’t this sort of unreal?” I ask. “Us being together this way?”
Hercules nods, and I kiss him. “It is, PG,” he says as if my kiss took his breath away.
“What next?” I boldly ask.
Hercules rolls over onto his back but puts a hand between my legs to stroke my inner thigh. His touch makes me drip with wetness. I never knew my inner thigh was such a hot spot. The sizzling sensations are making me hornier.
“I don’t know,” he finally says.
Something in his tone doesn’t sit right with me. I almost want to pull away from his touch… almost.
“So, this is just sex between us, right?” That question alone puts a note of pain in my chest.
His breathing remains even, and he doesn’t slow the tempo at which he’s stroking my thigh. “Am I out of your system yet?”
“No,” I whisper. I wish he was. That would make the conclusion of our one-night stand easier to move on from. “Am I out of yours?”
Staring at the phallic-looking light fixture above his bed, he says, “You’ve never been out of my system.”
His words spread through my heart like a fan as I ponder his claim. It sounds so unlikely. I’m sure he’s overstating his feelings about me because of the sexual intimacy we’ve been sharing.
I abruptly lie on my side and circle his nipple with my finger. When he tenses from my stimulation, I’m caught off guard. I think he likes what I’m doing.
“I still can’t believe you liked me in high school,” I say.
He sucks air between his teeth. “Well, believe it because I did,” he whispers and then clears his throat. “I had a massive crush on you.”
His nipple has gotten extra hard. Moisture pools into my mouth. I want to feel the firmness against my tongue. “But I was a massive nerd. And nobody liked me.”
Hercules curls his strong hand around my fingers. “PG?”
I lift my eyebrows questioningly.
“You gotta stop,” he says breathlessly. “Or else.”
Smiling proudly that I made him horny without really trying, I say, “Or else what?”
I sigh as his fingers slide up and down my slit before drawing circles against my clit. Then, Hercules slides down my body until a warm, steamy, and silken sensation laps my clit.
“Oh Herc…” I cry as the rest of his name gets trapped in my throat.
It’s time for round three.
* * *
We haven’t checkedthe time, but it’s late. Hercules and I glisten with sweat. That last round of sex was amazing. Hercules made me come until his cock got hard and ready to plunge into my wetness.
And now, the side of my face is where it loves to be, lying on his chest as I listen to his heartbeat. Hercules has the physique many men would kill for. And right now, it’s all mine.
We’ve been talking about a lot for who knows how long. He wanted to know more about Boyles and why I chose him if he was so awful. The answer was easy. Boyles misrepresented himself when I first met him. The truth was, Boyles and I didn’t stay together long. It only took about six months for us to figure out that we weren’t compatible.
We’ve been silent for several seconds. I think Hercules is no longer curious about Boyles.
“You know what happened between your cousin and my brother?” he asks.
