Page 40 of When He Saved Me
“It just feels like we have nothing in common. We both grew up rich, but our experiences in that world couldn’t have been more different. I don’t do sports, and you don’t do music. You’re a semester away from graduating from college, and I’m a barista and a freelance musician. How’s this supposed to work, Jamie?”
“Listen. We don’t have to share all the same interests to be compatible. You also enjoy writing, and I’m going to be an English teacher. I may not know anything about music, but that doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy listening to you play. And the only one who has a problem with the barista thing is you. I don’t care how you make your living.” He scooted closer as he spoke, one of his knees sliding between mine. “Besides,” he said, sliding his hand to the nape of my neck, “we have this…”
He pressed his lips to mine, tracing the seam of my mouth with his tongue, urging me to open for him. I met his tongue with mine, his flavor seeping into my soul as we fused our mouths together. Heat pooled pleasantly in my core as our tongues tangled and twisted, exploring each other.
He nipped at my bottom lip once, twice, and a third time, pulling it into his mouth before releasing me and plunging back in again.
Want and need raced through me, urgency fueling the fire in my blood as I pulled him down on top of me. Lying on the bed, my feet still planted on the floor, he straddled my hips, his hard cock rubbing against mine through our clothes, sending jolts of pleasure radiating through my body.
I may not have known how to do relationships, but this…this I could do.
Abruptly, he tore his lips from mine, and I whimpered, chasing his retreating mouth, not ready to give up the taste of him.
“Shh, baby. I’ve got you,” he said as he pushed my knees apart to kneel on the floor between them. He reached for my belt buckle, the one I’d just put on moments ago, and made quick work of undoing it and my fly before yanking my pants and briefs down to my ankles in one fell swoop.
I leaned up on my elbows, contemplating how quickly we’d gone from talking about where we’d attended school to Jamie kneeling on the floor before me, nose buried in my groin, and then I stopped contemplating anything at all when he took me in his mouth, all the way to the back of his throat in one swift motion.
“Fuck,” I grunted as he pulled back and then slammed down once again. He swirled his tongue around my crown, licking at the underside, swiping precum from my slit.
“You taste so good. So fucking good,” he said, his voice raw with lust, before drawing me all the way back in again. I buried my hands in his hair, just as I’d fantasized about, pulling the silky strands free of their bond and yanking him impossibly farther onto me. He moaned as I tugged at his hair, bringing his hand up to massage my balls as he hollowed out his cheeks, sucking me harder than I’d thought possible.
My hips bucked wildly as he moved faster, his head bobbing up and down relentlessly, the friction almost unbearable. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, I felt my balls draw up and the telltale tingle in my spine, indicating my imminent climax.
“Jamie! Jamie, I’m going to come,” I said as I tried to pull him off me, but he doubled down his efforts, and with a couple of wicked strokes of his tongue, I was coming in pulse after pulse down his throat. Moments later, as I began to come down off my high, I felt his arm against my leg, moving in rhythm, and I realized he must be getting himself off. I’d been so lost in the best blowjob of my life that I hadn’t even noticed he’d undone his pants.
Hastily, I pulled my shirt up to my shoulders and yanked him up just as he found his own release, thick ropes of cum landing hot on my belly. He was stunning, standing above me, his long hair loose around his face, lost in the ecstasy of his orgasm, marking me with his load. I vowed that next time, I would be the one getting him off. I wanted to be the one responsible for that look on his face.
His knees nearly gave out as his dick shot one more time before he collapsed on the bed beside me.
We lay there, breathing heavily, side by side. Jamie turned his head toward me, and I mirrored his position.
“That was fucking amazing,” I said, still trying to gain control over my breathing.
“You’reamazing.”
He got up, walking awkwardly to the bathroom, holding on to his pants with his clean hand, trying to keep them from falling down. I chuckled at the ridiculousness of it, amused at how he could give me the blowjob of a lifetime yet move so awkwardly in the clean-up phase. I had to admit, it was nice to see Mr. Perfect might not be so perfect after all.
I heard the water running before he returned, his pants pulled back up to rights, a washcloth in his hands. He cleaned me tenderly, making sure to remove all evidence of his release before helping me put my clothes back on.
I grasped the hand he held out to me, and he pulled me to standing. He retrieved his hair tie, efficiently pulling his hair back into its messy bun. He was sexy as fuck, but I couldn’t wait to pull that hair down and mess him up again.
He turned back toward me, his eyes locked on mine, wide and open. “Do you like me, Finn? Do you like spending time with me?”
Confused by the abrupt question, I answered simply. “Yes.”
“Did you like what we just did? Do you want to keep doing it?”
“Well, yeah…don’t you?”
“Of course I do.” He pulled me in for a kiss. I wasn’t sure how he could simultaneously make it hot and tender, but that’s exactly what he did. “Then let that be enough. Stop overthinking this. Stop worrying about compatibility. Just…enjoy it.”
Finally, it dawned on me that he was referring to the conversation we’d been having before he’d kissed me. And he was right. If I was going to be all in, I had to stop questioning everything. I had to stop questioning him.
“All right. I will.”
“Yeah?” He smiled wide, his eyes alight with happiness.
“Yeah.”
