He slides an arm around me, resting on my chest, and I press a kiss to the top of his head. I honestly can’t remember the last time I cuddled after sex, or even spent the night in the same bed as someone. The sensation of his warm skin against mine soothes parts of me I didn’t know needed soothing. My mouth opens to speak, but I’m not sure what I want to say, so I close it again. It feels like he wants to say something too, but he doesn’t. Maybe it’s best to say nothing.
Sol presses a kiss to my chest, and I pull him closer, my fingers tracing up and down his side until his breathing evens, warm and steady against my skin. In the darkness, the truth bears down on me like a thunderstorm.
I want him.
I want Sol more than ‘no strings’ and ‘casual’. But I know he’s not ready. The fact that he didn’t so much as hold my hand when we were at that block party speaks volumes. Just like the way he jumped a mile when we were almost caught on campus. It’s exactly why I should never have let things get this far. But it’s more than that, too.
Even if I did see whether Sol wants more than casual, it can only end in heartbreak. I wince inwardly at the fact that it’s my heart that would be doing the breaking. What are the chances that he sticks around with the first guy he experiments with? I’m not even going to try and work out the statistics on that, because I know they’ll be dire. No. This is the only way I can have Sol. He doesn’t want serious—can’t do serious without declaring his altered sexuality to the world, and I’d never force him to do that. These secret stolen moments are all I’m going to get from Sol, and it’s just going to have to be enough.
Sol sighs softly in his sleep, his warm breath blowing across my skin and, despite the aching in my chest, there’s not a single molecule of me that regrets what just happened. I nuzzle against his head, breathing in his peppery citrus scent and try not to think about how perfectly he fits against me. It’s hard not to consider the irony of the situation. Sol might have been the one taking my cock, but it’s me who’s well and truly fucked.
SOL
I wake with a smile on my face. Facing the wall with my back against Wes’ chest, his warmth seeps into me, his arm around my waist and our feet tangled. I don’t think I’ve ever woken happier.Fuck. My skin heats, my heart racing, as I remember what happened last night. Part of me freaks out a little that we had sex, but the other part is already wondering when we can do it again.
Behind me, Wes’ dick is hard and pressed against my ass. What time is it? Light is seeping in through the blinds, but it might still be early. If I’m very quiet, perhaps we can fit in another round this morning. If not, maybe when we get back to campus.
“What are you doing?” Wes’ voice rumbles against my ear.
“Nothing.”
“Liar.” He wraps his arm tighter around me and rolls his hips. “As much as I enjoy waking up to you rubbing against my dick, we can’t.”
I frown. “Why?”
He rolls us so I’m on top, and I suck in a breath as our dicks slot together between us.
“Because,” he says, gripping my ass and stopping me from rutting against him. “You are the loudest lay I’ve ever had, and your little sister doesn’t need to hear that while she’s eating her cereal.”
“Jacey’s a teenager. There’s no way she’s awake right now.” I bend down and kiss his jaw, then pause. “Wait. Am I really?”
Wes chuckles, the action vibrating between us and I bite back a moan. “Yeah. It’s not a bad thing, though. I love the sounds you make for me.”
My skin heats and it must show because Wes reaches up and pinches the tip of my ear.
“Anyway,” he continues. “Jacey might well be asleep, but your folks probably aren’t.”
“What if I blow you?” I offer. “That way I can’t make any noise.”
Wes pushes his head back into the pillow with a groan. “Sol Brooker, you are going to be the death of me.”
I laugh and start to kiss lower, moving down his body, but his large hands halt me. “What?”
“Nothing,” he says, pushing his fingers through my hair. “Just—”
“Sol? Are you in here?”
The door to the bedroom bursts open and my heart stops.
“Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” Jacey squeals, covering her eyes as she turns and runs, slamming the door closed behind her.
I can’t breathe. Panic courses through my veins as I fight against the covers to sit up. “Shit. Shit. Fuck. Shit!”
Wes’ hand lands on my shoulder, but I shrug it off, scrambling out of bed and pulling on my sweats.
“Sol—”
“Don’t, Wes,” I snap, my fingers gripping my hair as I look around frantically for my shirt. “Fuck. Where’s my shirt?”