I wait, my hands still in his hair.
“You feel different,” he says. His voice is rough. “Being with you like this… it matters. I don’t want to rush you. I don’t want to take anything you’re not ready to give. But I want you. All of you. When you’re ready.”
I kiss him again because I don’t know what to say. The words get stuck in my throat. Instead I show him. I press closer. I let my hands explore his chest under his shirt. His skin is warm. His muscles tense under my touch.
He groans softly. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
I smile against his mouth. “Good.”
He kisses me harder. Then he shifts us. He stands up with me in his arms and sets me on the edge of the couch, dropping to his knees in front of me. My heart pounds so hard I can feel it in my ears.
“Tiny?”
He looks up at me. His eyes are dark. “I want to make you feel good. Can I?”
I nod before I can overthink it. “Yes.”
He slides my scrub pants down slowly, taking my panties with them. He kisses my knee, then my thigh. His hands are gentle on my skin. When he leans in and puts his mouth on my pussy I gasp. The feeling is so overwhelming but good at the same time. I grip the edge of the couch.
He doesn’t rush. He takes his time. His tongue moves in slow circles. One of his hands holds my thigh open. Every lick, every gentle suck sends sparks through me. I can’t stay quiet. Small sounds keep escaping. He groans against me like he loves the way I taste.
“Tiny,” I breathe. My voice shakes.
He doesn’t stop. He adds a finger, then two, curling them just right. The pressure builds fast. My legs start to tremble. I thread my fingers through his hair and hold on. The pleasure coils tighter and tighter until it snaps.
I come hard. My whole body tightens and I cry out his name. He stays with me through all of it, licking and stroking until I’m shaking and oversensitive. When I finally go limp he kisses my thigh and rests his head against my leg for a second.
I reach down and pull him up. He sits on the couch and I climb into his lap again. I can feel how hard he is. I kiss him, tasting myself on his tongue. He holds me close, one big hand rubbing slow circles on my back.
“You okay?” he asks when we break apart.
I nod against his neck. “Yeah. That was… I’ve never felt anything like that.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Good. I want to give you more of that. Whenever you want it.”
We stay like that for a while. Eventually I fix my clothes. He keeps his arms around me. The guilt starts creeping in as the high fades. I think about my parents at home and how I lied about where I am right now.
Tiny must feel me tense. He rubs my back again. “What’s going on in your head?”
I sigh. “I feel guilty. For lying. For being here. For wanting this.”
He’s quiet for a minute. “I get that. But you’re not doing anything wrong, Lucy. You’re allowed to have a life. You’re allowed to want someone who makes you happy.”
I lift my head and look at him and smile. “You do make me happy.”
His face softens. He kisses me slow and sweet. “You make me happy too, Buttercup. More than you know.”
When it’s time to leave he walks me back to his bike. The night air is cold. He helps me with the helmet again, then climbs on. I wrap my arms around him tight as the engine rumbles to life. The ride back toward my car feels too short. I press my cheek to his back and hold on, letting the vibration and the warmth of him settle the last bits of guilt for a little while longer.
He parks near my car and helps me off. Before I can say anything he pulls me in for one more kiss. It’s soft and lingering. When he pulls back he rests his forehead against mine. “Text me when you’re home,” he says.
“I will.”
He watches me walk to my car. I glance back once. He’s still standing there by the bike. I smile and get behind the wheel.
The whole drive home I replay the night in my head. The way he dropped to his kneesThe way he checked in with me the whole time. The way he held me after. The way the bike felt between my legs on the way back, his body solid and warm in front of me. I feel alive in a way I never have before. Seen. Wanted. Cherished.
But when I pull into the driveway and see the lights on in the living room, the guilt comes rushing back. I sit in the car for a minute and take a deep breath. I don’t know how long I can keep doing this. Sneaking around. Lying to my parents. But I also know I’m not ready to give Tiny up.
