Page 84 of On Circus Lane

The flat is quiet, and I stand still as Tom strides towards the lounge, opens the door, peers in, and then does the same with Jack’s room. He turns and walks back towards me, and now the easygoing humour has gone, and there’s only heat.

“No one’s here, and we have the whole afternoon together,” he announces.

I tap my chin, attempting to look deep in thought when really I’m hard and throbbing. “Whatevershall we do? How about another game of Gutterheads?”

“Only if you do that super-special forward roll again.”

I start to laugh as he grabs my hand and pulls me into my room. He closes the door and flicks the lock, and the small sound is like a starter pistol on my race towards the bed and orgasms.

He takes hold of my shoulders and turns me so I’m facing him. Then, he slips my coat off and throws it onto the chair in the corner.

I immediately walk over to the bedside table and grab the lube and a condom. As a second thought, I add another condom and throw it on the bed. When I turn back, he’s still in his coat. “Are you waiting for a special dispensation?”

He grins. “I thought we’d shower first.”

I blink. “Pardon?”

“Shower,” he says, slowly spelling out the syllables in an exaggerated fashion, his eyes dancing.

“Oh, I’m not sure about that,” I protest. “I usually do that alone.” I gesture at the bed. “Don’t you want to get in and get on with it?”

His lip quirks. “Get on with it?”

“Yes, the fucking.”

“Oh, sorry. I thought you meant doing a jigsaw.”

“You are such atwat,” I inform him.

He bursts into laughter that’s merry and warm. He pulls my jumper up, tapping me to raise my arms, and I do so withuncharacteristic obedience. He throws the jumper to one side and sends his hands down my torso, sliding slowly over the exposed skin. I shiver, and my nipples tighten, and his eyes heat as he circles one with a fingertip before flicking it, making me groan.

“So, the shower?”

“You’restillset on that?” I say, flabbergasted. “Are you a clean freak? Do I smell?” I say in a shocked voice, sniffing my armpit and thankfully only smelling deodorant.

“You smell great,” he says huskily. He leans in, whispering in my ear. “I’m going to put my mouth all over you and in you.”

My swallow is audible in the quiet room. “All overandinside?”

He nods, running his fingers down my chest again and fiddling with the button on my jeans. “Yep. And then I’m going to dirty you up, so we’ll need another shower later.”

We study each other for a long moment, and I profoundly hope he means what I think he means.

“Okay, I can do a shower,” I say, quickly stripping off the rest of my clothes. His husky laugh sounds behind me as I race towards the bathroom. “Hurry up,” I call, and he laughs harder.

I start the shower, and once the water gets steamy, I step in. By the time Tom enters the room, I’m already washing soap off. “Hurry up,” I say. “I’ve done my bits.”

“Has thereeverbeen more erotic words spoken in the history of mankind?”

I roll my eyes. “Shut up.”

I watch avidly as he starts to pull off his clothes. He takes it slow, unlike me, who must have broken land-speed records in getting naked, and it’s incredibly erotic as he reveals more and more skin. By the time he’s starkers, I have my hand around my cock jacking it slowly.

He watches me, and his eyes flare hotter than the sun. I lower my hand. I'm pretty sure he’s going to jump me as soon as he gets in here. I’m just wondering if the shampoo can be used as lube and who’s going to get out and grab the condoms when he steps in and reaches for the body wash.

Okay, I can go with that. It’s not as thick as I’d like, but needs must.

Then I blink as he crooks a finger. “Come here.”

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