This isnotthat kiss. Nathan opens to me immediately, his tongue running over the seam of my lips. When I open it, he slides his tongue in slowly. It’s too slow. I need more of him. I move my other hand to his hip and back him a couple of steps until I feel the wall behind him.
I pin him between the wall and my body. I can feel his hardness pressing against my hip. Fuck, if that isn’t the best feeling in the world. I tilt my hips so I press my hard cock against him. He moans into my mouth and brings his hands around the back of my head.
His fingers tangle in my hair as we deepen the kiss. I’d stay like this all night, kissing him until neither of us could breathe. Fuck, if I knew it would be like this, we could have started the night here. Every little shift of our bodies has my cock sliding against him. I know he feels the same because I swallow every gasp and moan he lets out. I want to memorize the way he sounds.
I pull his hips closer and line up our cocks. I rock my hips a little and moan.
“Fuck, Colt.” He pants against me, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath. Even with the fabric between us, I can feel his erection pressing against me.
I slam our mouths together again. Fuck, I knew kissing him would be good, but I had no idea it could be this good. Hell, I’m not sure kissing has ever been this good. Our tongues tangle together, and I taste every inch of him. He pulls away, and his lips and tongue move to my neck. He can’t get to my collarbone thanks to this stupid sweatshirt, but the way he slides the tip of his tongue over my sensitive skin is filthy. I can imaginethat tongue in so many other places. My hips thrust against his repeatedly. We find a rhythm, and I can feel heat pooling in my belly. I want so much more, and I don’t want this to stop. I don’t want to stop feeling him. I’m afraid we’ll return to the weirdness between us if I break away.
He groans and pulls my head closer, crushing our lips together. I feel like a teenager making out. I don’t need more, just this. But I can also feel the telltale tingle in the base of my spine. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time. We tremble against one another, and I can tell he’s holding back, too.
“Nathan, I—” I don’t know what I’m trying to say.
“Me, too, baby.”Baby.That one word breaks me. I come in hard spurts, pulling him closer to me as my orgasm overtakes me. He tenses up and shudders against me. Through our clothing, I can feel his cock pulsing against me.
For a long minute, I stand there, leaning against him, the two of us holding each other up. Jesus. The last time I came in my pants was in high school. I had no self-control when it came to Nathan. The only reason I don’t crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment is that I know Nathan’s in the same boat. And honestly, it’s hot.
“I know tonight wasn’t perfect, but please don’t give up.” He whispers the words in my ear and lays his head on my shoulder.
“Never.” Fifteen years, and I never gave up. I certainly wasn’t going to now.
Chapter Sixteen
COLT
So,our first date was a bit of a disaster.
Let me rephrase. The first date was a disaster right up until we said goodbye. Then it turned into the best date of my life. I’m trying to focus on the second part as I make my way up the front steps of Nathan’s house for our second date. This time, things are going to be much better.
How do I know? I spent a lot of time planning. On my phone is a list of potential conversation topics ready to go. I also picked out a movie that will keep us laughing all night. I’m probably going overboard, but I’m not leaving anything to chance. I took how hard it might be to change our friendship for granted. That wouldn’t happen again. Fool me once and all of that.
I also decided we should skip the dinner out. The pressure of being out and acting like we were on a date made us both uncomfortable. We’d work up to it. First, we need privacy to figure things out between us. I won’t complain if it includes a repeat of our heated make-out session. Though it would be nice if we could at least get our pants off this time.
I pause and take a deep breath. Should I knock? He usually leaves the door unlocked so I could let myself in. Is it an invasion of privacy now that we’re dating? If the door was unlocked, I’d take it as an invitation. If not, I’ll knock and wait patiently. Fine, semi-patiently.
I wipe my hands on my jeans and reach for the knob. I test it gingerly at first, and it turns the whole way. As I push it open, I announce myself. Better safe than sorry. Later, I can ask what he prefers. We need a whole conversation about how this relationship thing works anyway.
I should have prepared a different list of conversation topics.
“In the kitchen,” Nathan calls out. I smile as I take off my shoes and hang my coat on the rack by the front door. The scent of warm spices fills the air as I make my way inside. I’d be fine ordering takeout, but I love that Nathan cooks. I’m unsure if he enjoys the process or likes feeding me, but I won’t refuse a home-cooked meal.
“It smells incredible in here.”
Nathan squirms as he stirs the Dutch oven on the stove. “It’s not fancy, but given the rainy weather, I thought a stew would be perfect.” He taps the spoon on the edge several times, sets it aside, then turns and comes toward me. “Hi.”
“Hi.” I don’t overthink it; I pull him close to me and kiss him. I don’t mean it to be more than a quick hello, but he relaxes into me. Even through his minty toothpaste, I can still taste his unique flavor.
Our tongues dance against each other. I slide my hands under his shirt and run my fingers up his back. Nathan presses into the touch and whimpers. His skin is soft and warm. No matter how often I imagine touching him, the fantasy doesn’t live up to the real thing. He’s so pliant in my arms, and I can’t wait to get him naked so I can explore every inch and find every spot I can touch to make him whimper.
Nathan runs a hand through my hair and leaves it on my head, pulling me into him. Fuck, I’ll stay right here all night. I spread my legs a bit and shift until my thigh is between his legs. I can feel his erection pressing against me. God, we’ll never make it to a bed at this rate. I wouldn’t care, but a mattress is preferable to the kitchen floor.
Sadly, the stew bubbles over the top and sizzles as it hits the stovetop. We both pull away as he says, “Oh shit.”
He adjusts his cock and returns to the stove. I stand in place, still panting a little. I still haven’t seen Nathan naked, but I can hardly think of anything else. I don’t want to rush him—I’m happy to wait—but I’ve thought of little else this past week. I’ve jacked off so many times my dick is practically raw.
“So what are we watching tonight?”
