Page 41 of Ruin

Standing, I fisted my hands and stomped to the bedroom door, only to pause with my hand on the door handle.

Dropping my hand, I looked down at myself, still dressed in what I wore to the bar, minus my shoes and socks. This was all right to wear when going to the bedroom of a guy who you may or may not kiss. Right?

I didn’t want to rock up naked. Taro could get the wrong idea, and I wasn’t ready for the next move just yet.

Fuck me, when did I turn into such a pussy? If a woman didn’t approach me, I’d be the one to seek them out and get what I want. Mainly an orgasm. I didn’t second-guess myself, look at my clothes or worry about… shit, my breath. I quickly went into the bathroom and brushed my teeth.

I was going to do this.

I was.

And without another thought, I stormed to my bedroom door, swung it open, and took the few steps to stop in front of Taro’s door.

I didn’t pause. I didn’t piss myself. I didn’t chicken out.

I lifted my hand and knocked once.

If he didn’t answer, I would go back to my room and—

The door swung open. Taro stood in the doorway wearing a pair of silk sleep pants. His body, Christ… smooth, beautiful pale skin.

He reached out, wrapped a hand in my Henley, and dragged me into the room. The door slammed closed. I was pushed up against the wall before his body pressed against me and his mouth was on mine.

His. Mouth. Was. On.Mine.

Fuck.

Lust exploded. I cupped his cheeks and deepened the kiss with a groan. Our tongues tangled, fought, and demanded from one another. I slid a hand to the back of his head and tugged, gaining control of the kiss, and when he moaned, I drank it down.

Taro pushed his hardness against me, and when he paused for a moment, I knew he felt I was just as hard. In fact, my dick throbbed.

I glided my hand from his cheek down over his flat chest, gently rubbing across his nipple, which brought out a shudder from him. I grunted into the kiss, liking the thought of him reacting to me.

His hands on my waist tightened. They slid up to the back of my neck and held on as he allowed me to take my fill of touching him.

My hands shifted over his body like they were made to. Down his waist, hips, lower back, and finally his arse, where I held each rounded, perky cheek tightly in my hands, forcing his cock to rub against mine.

This…. Never had I been taken over like this, lost to just touch and taste.

His hands moved to my shoulders when I kissed down his neck. He arched for me. Both of us held heavy breaths, but I wanted more. I wanted to taste him everywhere. Touch every inch of him.

Him.

Taro.

A guy.

Panic surfaced, making my gut drop.

Resting my forehead to his shoulder, I sucked in a deep breath. My grip on him loosened. He rubbed up and down my arms.

“It’s okay. It’s all right,” he said.

I shook my head. It wasn’t.

I didn’t understand this. I couldn’t work out why I’d changed because of him… but I knew I didn’t want to miss out on this connection.

Not when it was already something big from even just one kiss.

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