Page 75 of Strange Lad

“Holy fuck,” Jorge growls, mouth coming in hungrier, faster.

I struggle to keep up. He’s eating my lips, sucking out pieces of my soul bit by bit while writhing his beautiful body on top of me. Emboldened, I let my left hand grab his thigh, bringing him impossibly closer. That coaxes another sweet moan from him as he tilts his head to get better access to my tongue. I follow his lead, letting him teach me how he likes to kiss, how he favors a quick nibble on his lower lip before launching into a full assault with feverish pecks.

“Are…you…okay?” he asks between kisses.

“Yeah,” I rasp, fingers digging into his quad.

“So…hot.”

I laugh against his mouth, stomach fluttering anew. We kiss for endless minutes, and he never pushes for more. Even whenmy cock presses into his jean-clad ass, even when my left hand explores lower to palm his cheek. Jorge keeps me suspended in our bubble. And he hugs me when we finally part, our lips bruised and swollen.

“You have no idea how much I needed that, Beautiful.”

I do know because I’ve needed it for half my life.

We keep sharing shy smiles while we eat the pitiful toaster oven pizza I made. Jorge doesn’t like the crust, so he’s saving his for the boys. He watches me eat, which is now normal. I tried to look in the mirror while I did so earlier this week to see if I could spot what the hell he was talking about, but to me, I don’t look particularly pornographic. Jorge disagrees wholeheartedly.

“It’s distracting,” he whines, shoving the paper plate away. “The images.” He shudders.

I chuckle, wiping my hands on a paper towel. “What kinds of images?”

“Lewdones. Very lewd.”

“That’s a mighty big word there,” I tease, waggling my eyebrows at him.

“Shut up,” he huffs and tosses a piece of crust at my chest. I catch it and bite into it slowly. “You’re a monster.”

I dart my foot out from under the coffee table and poke his crossed legs with it. “Not my fault you have a dirty mind.” I shrug casually and finish the piece.

“Can you blame a guy? That makeout session was hot as hell. I’m still daydreaming about it.” He sighs dramatically, cupping his hands to his chest.

“Yeah?”

“We can do it again if you don’t believe me.”

I laugh, gathering our plates while he gives the rats treats. “Let me brush my teeth first,” I call over my shoulder.

He grumbles something aboutdating, andit shouldn’t matter. While I throw away our trash, I bite my lip, wondering if I’m okay enough to try…more. There’s been a dull ache in my nuts since earlier, one I haven’t experienced in so long that I forgot it was a thing. Casually adjusting them, I turn around to find Jorge watching me. I flush with embarrassment.

“So, are we going to ignore the boner in the room?”

I blink, brain not quite on board. When it clicks, I swallow. “I don’t know about that.”

“I’m not trying to pressure you…or anything. I’d never do that. But I’ll be honest. If you’re not ready, I will have to hang out in your bathroom for a hot minute.” He jabs his thumb over his shoulder like this is a normal conversation.

I blink again, frozen solid. Is he asking… “Do you want me to get you off?” It’s not an offer but a genuine question.

Because he’s Jorge, he understands the distinction. “I wouldn’t reject the offer. I’ve been horny as shit for like…weeks.”

I cross my arms, shoulders hiking up while I think about it. Why do I always have to fuckingthinkabout it? Why can’t I justdo it? Anyone else would be already offering. But not me. No. I have to go through every possible scenario, debate over my mood, what I’d do in the situation, if I’d be any good at it—it’s fucking ridiculous. I can't ever be in the moment.

I haven’t been with a man since…

“Best go in the bathroom, then,” I choke out, spinning to go do…I don’t know what. Breathe, I suppose.

“Hey,” he coos, coming up to my side. “Does it bother you if I say it like it is? I can totallynotsay it.”

He isn’t the issue. It’sme.Always me. “I want to…do that stuff, Jorge. It’s not that I’m a robot and am immune to it.”

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