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It wasn’t an interrogation per se, but I stayed silent to see how he would fill the quiet.
“All right, full disclosure. I mean I don’t want to lie to you—”
“Oh, sweetheart you should never do that. Keep going.”
He paused and looked me right in the eye. Was it the warning about lying or my calling him sweetheart? I returned his look with an intense one of my own that said he needed to get the rest of his story out.
“After we talked in the lobby yesterday, I just wanted to know more… really everything about you. I couldn’t get you off my mind. It’s silly, I know. You have no reason to be interested in me. I have a degree and no prospects. My mother forced you to work with me. Hell, I’m driving my mother’s car. I’ve only been home a few weeks and I’m stupidly lusting after a grown-ass man. Of course, I looked you up on the internet like a kid instead of talking to you like an adult.”
I let more silence sit between us. I wanted to look in his eyes again, but he wouldn’t pick them up from the floor.
“Anything else you need to tell me?” I asked in a gentler tone than I’d used on him before. He shook his head almost imperceptibly. “Thank you for being honest with me. Come here.” I took his hand and led him over to sofa.
“Hayes, you don’t have anything to feel insecure about. We all started somewhere. This is nothing like my first apartment. That thing should have been condemned. The fact that Billy and I were determined to work it out and build our own successes from the ground up was reason enough for us to stay. Clearly, you know my family could’ve given me seed money for any venture I proposed. Hell, Billy’s parents could’ve funded us both without breaking a sweat. You’re twenty-two, right? You are where you belong. You’re not running anyone else’s race. You graduated in May. It’s been, what, four weeks? You can stop being so hard on yourself.”
“You didn’t run back home.” His voice held a note of despondency.
“I made one choice. You made a choice. Out there, twenty people are making twenty different choices. Run your race in your time.”
I picked his chin up so he was finally looking at me instead of his shoes. I couldn’t believe it. There was the start of tears in his eyes. The stress of starting out was a mostly fond memory for me, but I remembered me and Billy both being at wits end more than once. I slid in closer and pulled him into a loose embrace. When he put his head on my shoulder and threw his hand across my body, I couldn’t resist turning it into a full and tight hold. He stiffened for a moment, but if my senses weren’t so heightened, I wouldn’t have noticed because there was a near immediate relaxation. We were chest to chest, and I could feel the rhythm of his heartbeat. Inhaling his scent, it was an earthy, woodsy smell that felt both familiar and uniquely Hayes at the same time.
He tilted his head up and seeing his beautiful hazel-brown eyes looking up at me stole my breath. I couldn’t look away and I didn’t want to. The hand that was across my body snaked its way up my chest between us and touched the side of my face.
“What do you need, sweetheart?” I asked quietly. With everything he shared about his feelings and his ex, I wanted to give this to him. He needed to know that what happened next was his decision.
No words were spoken and the first touch of his lips to mine was tentative and brief. Then he came in again with a little more pressure and want. This time when he went to pull back, I didn’t let him. I chased his lips and applied a pressure quite different from his. I was more certain. More firm. I wanted him to open for me and I wasn’t taking no for an answer.
I felt it when his body let go and he surrendered to me. His lips tasted of the residual sweetness from our earlier desert and when my tongue connected with his, the moan that slipped from him let me know the sparks I felt were mutual.
Chapter 9
Hayes
Oh, there’s always a thrill in the first kiss. I loved kissing. This may have been unplanned and unexpected, but it was still a thrill. When you’re fantasizing about your deep erotic moments with someone, so many emotions are at play. Everything is a question or a second guess. Will it be rough and insistent? Are gentle pecks more their style? What will it lead to? Where will our hands go? It never lives up to the fantasy, and that’s often for the best. The reality was so much better.
Slowly he held my neck with his right hand and dragged me so close I was practically in his lap. My eyes automatically closed, and my heartbeat raised. My lips felt warm, tingly, and then he started sucking them. My eyes were still closed when I felt a pinch on my lower lip. He bit me. It was so satisfying. Our tongues touched and we tasted each other. We’d shared the same meal, so I knew he was tasting exactly what I was. We went on for what felt like forever, but the need for oxygen won out and we pulled apart, both of our chests rising and falling rhythmically. Finally, I opened my eyes, and he smiled and gave me a forehead kiss. Right there I realized sometimes plans aren’t necessary and overthinking doesn’t get you anywhere. You just have to go with the flow and the right things will fall into the right place at the right time. I was falling into Sterling like a base jumper without a tether.
Oh my goodness, I wanted so much more of this man. I had no choice but to reach down and attempt to subtly adjust my rapidly-filling dick. I was mortified at how much my age was showing. First, a vivid sex dream and now a single-kiss hard-on. I sucked in a deep breath and tried to display a modicum of self-control. I nearly choked on that breath when his hand covered mine and gave a little squeeze.
“Something else you need?”
“Maybe just to go to your restroom for a minute. Splash some cold water on my face.”
“What if I don’t want you to cool down? What if I’m enjoying you just the way you are?”
I kept telling myself to go with the flow, go with the flow. The desire to shut off my brain and let him make the next few decisions was overwhelming. I was ready to follow.
“Hayes, where’d you go? You’re drifting.” Sterling rubbed his hand up my thigh that was somehow draped across his.
“I don’t want to embarrass myself. I… my mother will kill me if I’ve only been back in town a few weeks and start sleeping with her gala director.”
Sterling kept stroking me. My thigh, my arm, and my hand were all surface area for his attentions, and I was here for it.
“Um, baby boy, is that what you want? Is that what you were thinking about when you were doing your research, sleeping with me? Is getting into bed with me what motivated that kiss?”
All I could do was whimper because that creeping hand had made its way up my thigh and back onto my ever-thickening cock, which was doing its best to break through my zipper. I should have gone with relaxed-fit jeans. These fitted fuckers were killing me.
“Come with me, Hayes. I think you could stand to relax, and I have just the thing.”
