While everything cooks, I dig in my fridge. “You wanna beer?” I ask.
“Sure.”
“I should probably invest in some wine now that I’m an adult.”
I pull out two bottles of a local lager, pop the tops, and hand one to Jett. He leans against the counter and takes a sip as I stir the chicken once more.
After I cover the meat, I take a pull from my bottle and stand between Jett’s thick thighs. “Hi,” I say, looking up at him. He sure looks taller when you’re flush with his body.
“Hi,” he mimics, pressing his hand on the small of my back.
I push my leg between his thighs and press it against his cock. My hand travels to his neck, and I pull him down for a kiss, but he stiffens.
“Wes, how—”
“Shut up and kiss me.”
Jett meets my lips, and his eyes slide closed, as do mine. He quickly opens up, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth, tinged with hops and barley.
When we come up for air, I take another sip from my bottle. “Before you hammer me with doubts again, just so that you know, I want to try itallwith you.” When he opens his mouth to speak, I press my finger to his lips. “Nope. Shh.”
To my surprise, he kisses it. I chuckle and remove my finger.
“Sex is another ball game, Wes. I mean, if this is some experiment thing, then—”
“What do you mean? Of course, this is an experiment. When you try things for the first time, it’s always an experiment. But I know what you’re getting at. Look, this is for fun, right?” When he nods, I continue. “Let’s just enjoy the moment and figure shit out as it comes. But I’m into you. Don’t doubt that.”
“Yeah, okay.”
I pull away from him and remove the lid from the pan. “Let’s get these bowls ready, eat dinner, and have a little fun.” I waggle my brows, and he chuckles.
“Sounds good.”
Chapter 14
Jett
“Fuck,wereblowjobsalways this good?” Wes groans, slinging his arm across his face, his chest heaving.
“No.” I kiss his stomach, my heart about to pound its way out of my chest. He tastes salty, a mixture of cum and sweat, and I could spend the rest of the night down here with zero complaints.
“Didn’t think so.” He pushes at my shoulder. “You alive down there?” I pinch the inside of his thigh, and he winces. His skin blooms pink, and I hope it leaves a mark. I like the idea of my mark on him, just like he’s already left his mark on me.
I roll onto my back, my entire body aching in the best way. I don’t want to go, but I’ve pretty much spent all day with Wes. It’s dark outside. As it always does when I’m with him, time just passes easily. Today was exactly what I needed. If it weren’t for Wes, I would’ve never gone to the market and instead stayed holed up in my apartment. Then, when we got back, one moment led to another, and before I knew it, we ended up in his bed, trading sloppy blow jobs.
“I should go,” I sigh.
“You don’t have to. You could stay.”
His hand finds my head, and he fingers my hair. I close my eyes, savoring the feeling. He’s a lot more affectionate than I thought, very touchy-feely. I used to be too, and Anthony would always complain that I was clingy whenever we went out. I don’t think I was; I just loved touching him, feeling connected. Like earlier, when Wes grabbed my hand like it was the most natural thing in the world. His seeking closeness felt good, but it also kept me grounded as we walked around the busy market.
Wes nudges my shoulder with his foot. “Come up here. Let’s snuggle.”
“I don’t snuggle.”
He scoffs. “Liar. You’ve got the snuggle vibe written all over you. You’re just playing hard to get.”
“You’re delusional. I can still taste your cum in my mouth. How the fuck is that playing hard to get?”
