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He goes quiet, and I feel a little more at ease, but still like I should’ve kissed him.
Truth is though, I haven’t even kissed a boy, not properly anyway. Not since grade school.
And I’ve certainly never kissed or been kissed by a real man like Conor.
My eyes stray down again, and it’s my turn to raise my brow as I feel myself gnawing my lip again.
It’s nothing else but his huge cock I’m seeing through his track pants, and once he moves just a little, I know that he knows it’s the only thing I’m focused on for now.
He smiles to himself, almost relieved and I watch his eyes take in a little more of my chest that feels like there’s suddenly not enough robe to hide how horny I am now either.
“I think we should try all this again,” he says, suddenly blushing as we both feel that familiar electricity starting to threaten to short circuit us both.
“I’ll go downstairs and put your clothes in the dryer, and you can use the bathroom to have a warm shower if you want,” he adds, telling me rather than asking me how it’s gonna be.
“I’ll go downstairs and do the same, then we can have a late breakfast and you can tell me again just how you managed to get in my house half-naked with my dog, wearing my robe.”
I want to protest, tell him it’s not what it looks like, but his cheeky smile as he spins on his knee before getting up to leave and taking my clothes with him says it all.
He’s not showing me any more of what I want to see on his way out, but it’s left me hungry for more and the idea of a hot shower followed by a hot meal is equally interesting to me right now.
A part of me wishes he really was a little old lady who’d had a fall.
Because this is going to be more complicated than I ever imagined.
I can just feel it.
Chapter Six
Conor
“Don’t look at me like that,” I warn Valentine with a smile, bending down to let him lick my nose before I kiss his neck and rub his fur with both hands.
“I never asked you to run out and find me, anyone,” I add, and leaning in closer I whisper the thanks I know he’s waiting for into his ear.
He barks loudly, making my own ears ring and I laugh, his own doggy smile is infectious.
Straining to hear the upstairs shower, I sigh with satisfaction, stripping naked myself at the dryer in the laundry just off the kitchen.
Holding my clothes and hers, I want to smell them but tell myself that’s too weird.
Feeling both bundles of them together in my hands is enough, isn’t it?
No. Of course, I smell her clothes, I want to do more than just smell her too.
Inhaling deeply, I can sense all of her, helpless once I mix it with the recent memory of the sight of her near nakedness.
My dick’s twitching, aching to be relieved, but I know it would do no good to do it myself.
I’ve seen what I want and there’s only one place my seed’s going from now on.
There’s a bathroom in the hallway with a shower I usually use after jogging, so I distract myself by running the water until it’s hot enough.
But today isn’t usual, not by any standard.
Valentine never goes AWOL and he never brings home angels from heaven either.
Having lived just me and Valentine alone for so long, it should feel weird to having someone else suddenly in the house.
I can sense her upstairs, feel her in the shower as I’m having mine.
But the only weird thing about it is we’re in separate parts of the house.
Every instinct of mine is to have her here with me, her naked body pressed up against mine.
I don’t spend too long warming up from the hot water before I realize how dangerous it is, standing naked with my dick bobbing out in front of me, screaming for release with every tiny movement.
I dry off quickly, and wrapping a towel around myself I head back upstairs to get changed.
The water’s still running and my heart skips a beat when I see the hallway bathroom door ajar, steam pouring out from behind it.
I gulp hard, and looking down I make straight for my bedroom and lean on the door until it closes behind me.
I can hardly concentrate on picking out some jeans and a sweatshirt. Once it’s time to decide which socks to wear, I realize how much this girl has unraveled me already.
Finally dressed, I check myself in the mirror as I brush my hair with my fingers.
I look better than I have in years. I feel better than I have in ages. I’m grinning like a madman and if it wasn’t for my perpetual hard on, I’d almost pass for someone who’s just found something they’ve been missing out on for most of their life.
