Page 48 of Shattered Dreams

“And there are no expectations.”

“I know,” he says again. His gaze flicks to my lips, staying there for a second or two before looking back at my eyes. “How are we going to do this?”

“What is it that you want to do, Paul?”

He shakes his head slowly, his voice lowering. “I don’t know.”

I take a step closer, my thigh brushing his. “We could just go to the bedroom and see what happens.”

“Good idea.”

Our gazes stay locked for another moment before I step around him and head into the bedroom. I hear him following after me. I kick off my shoes, leaving them on the floor, which is something I never do, but I don’t care about my shoes right now.

I go right to the bed and lie down in my usual spot, leaning against the headboard so I’m in a slight sitting position.

Paul’s shoes are off too, laying right by mine. He’s standing at the end of the bed, looking at me like he doesn’t know what to do.

“Come here.” I hold out my hand.

He comes around my side of the bed, takes my hand, and I pull him over me. It’s a little clumsy, but I find his mouth to distract us both. He moans when I squeeze the back of his neck and slide my tongue into his mouth. He shifts on top of me to get more comfortable, and in the process, he presses himself against my dick, which has me groaning. I haven’t been with anyone since Victoria, and I’ve never since I’ve been with a guy. I mean, I can figure out the basics of it, and at the end of the day, we only ever need to do what feels good and right for us.

So that’s what I focus on; what feels good. What feels easy and not at all weird. We kiss and explore each other, enjoying what we’re doing, but not rushing anything. Yes, I could do more, but this doesn’t need to be rushed. We can take time to figure things out.

So that’s what I do.

I run my hands all over him, seeing where he likes to be touched the most. He does the same to me, sliding his hands under my shirt. Over my arms, around my throat, and my jaw.

At some point, the kissing turns more heated, and Paul shifts to grind against me.

“That feels good,” I groan against his lips.

My hands slide down to his ass, and I pull him against me more, wanting more pressure. He moves against me in a steady rhythm, and I find myself getting close to coming. The heat in my stomach grows, my dick getting harder.

I grab onto him and roll him over so he’s beneath me. His legs wrap around me and I keep thrusting against him, knowing I’m going to come in my pants like a virgin. But it feels good, so I focus on that rather than being embarrassed of it being so quick.

“Dre,” he whines, nails digging into my back.

I nip at his jaw, kissing his neck as I keep grinding against him.

“Fuck—” The orgasm hits, my dick pulsing behind my jeans.

Paul is moaning, holding onto me. My body goes limp, and I rest my weight on my elbows so I don’t crush him. We’re both panting, and it takes a second for me to realize what the hell just happened. I push myself up and look down between us. We both have wet stains on our pants.

“Did you…” I start.

“Oh yeah,” he says with a smile.

I lean in to kiss him. Just a quick, soft kiss. “We should probably go wash up.”

“Good idea.”

We make our way to the bathroom, getting into the shower and taking turns washing up. When we’re done, we get dressed and go outside to sit by the pool. Summer will be over soon, and we won’t get this for a while. We swim for a bit. Lay out in the sun. Drink beers. Cook on the grill. Listen to music. Swim some more. Before we know it, the sun is going down, and I’ve had one of the best days ever.

Chapter Eighteen

Paul

The first day of school is always chaotic but I’m used to it. Dre, however, is not.