Page 48 of The Science of Attraction

“That’s good. Mmm. Faster.” His lips found mine, his kiss demanding.

I upped the speed, his cock shuttling through my fist, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“Oh, fuck... yeah... right there—” He buried his face in my neck, hips rocketing back and forth. Then his hand wrapped around my lonely dick and both our rhythms faltered.

“Here, let me.” I took both our cocks in my fist.

He gave a surprised grunt and leaned back a little to watch. “Sweet Jesus.” He stared as our dicks slid against each other in a tightly bound dance. “That’s so hot.” He wrapped his hand over mine, improving the grip, and I raced both of us to the edge.

It didn’t take long, just a few more strokes, and then fire kindled at the base of my spine. I groaned with pleasure, my eyes flicking open to find Jules staring back at me, just centimetres away, neck corded, those flint-grey eyes burning like white-hot coals.

“So... close... just—” He sucked in a breath, bucked into my grip, and threw his head back with a loud shout, his cock pulsing, spurting ribbons of come over my fist and belly. “Fuuuuuck.”

I watched him go over, transfixed by the spectacle. And then my own orgasm erupted and my forehead fell against his chest as I pumped into my hand, unloading on both our bellies, my hand eventually juddering to a slow stop as the pleasure crested and bled away.

We lay still in the wake of it, the only sound in the room the gasping search for air. Lips pressed against my temple, my cheek, and when my eyes finally fluttered open again, Jules was smiling at me, his expression blissful and serene.

I let go of our cocks and cradled his face in my sticky hands, kissing him softly as he hummed against my lips. When I pulled away, I tapped a finger to his temple and asked, “So? How you doing in there?”

He nuzzled his nose against mine and blew a contented sigh. “Pretty damn good, if I’m honest.” He pushed me onto my back and ran a finger through my wet belly. “God, look at that. Both of us in one puddle.” He snorted. “Why doesn’t this feel a lot weirder than it does?”

I shrugged. “Maybe because you’re ready? Who knows? There’re no rules about first times.”

He looked up at me. “True. And itdoesn’tfeel weird at all. Just... different. And pretty fucking exciting. I mean, damn, Liam, that was—” He huffed and shook his head. “I don’t even know what that was. Amazing for a start. And alsoright, if you get what I mean? Like it was natural. Humbling, too, since I haven’t felt like a clumsy newbie in quite a while.” He ran a finger down my nose. “But also a little bit terrifying.”

I took his hand and kissed the palm. “How so? I hope you’re not worrying about anal, cos I told you?—”

“No, it’s not that.” He booped my nose, and who the fuck did that? “It’s terrifying because it wasn’t enough, Liam. I didn’t want it to end. I feel like I’ve opened a door to half of the house I’ve always lived in but never seen before. And now I want more. A lot more. And I’m lying here wondering if maybe you’d be interested in something like that while you’re here?”

“Interested in sex?” I teased. “With you?” I donned a thoughtful frown, then smiled. “After tonight, I’d say that’s kind of a no-brainer.”

But Jules didn’t laugh. Instead, he said, “I’m sorry, I’m not being very clear. And I’m also being ridiculous, which is nothing new. Maybe we should forget it.”

“No, wait.” I kissed his knuckles. “Tell me what you mean.”

He studied me for a moment, then said, “It’s just that I’m not really a hookup kind of guy. The Mackenzie is a small place if you catch my drift. So, I suppose what I’m saying is that if we agree to get together while you’re here, then as far as I’m concerned, there won’t be anyone else. Just... you.” He waited for me to respond, his cheeks flaming.

Oh.I swallowed a slightly hysterical laugh. One hand job and we were discussing being exclusive? I reached for a handhold on that rabbit hole I was rollicking down, but my answer was out before I knew it. “Just you and me until I leave? Yeah, I think I can handle that.” I eyed him up and down and licked my lips. “Sure. I’m in.”

He let out a shaky breath. “Okay then. That’s settled. I’ll maybe see you tomorrow then?” He threw the covers back, but I reached for his hand.

“Why tomorrow? You got somewhere more important to be tonight?” Because I was obviously losing the plot.

Jules frowned but said nothing.

I lifted his hand to my lips. “Will anyone miss you?”

He stared at our hands, and when those frown lines grew deeper, I was pretty sure I’d lost him. Then he surprised me again by saying, “I’ll need to be gone by five. Mum’s taken to joining me in the kitchen while I make breakfast. It gives her a chance to off-load a little about Dad before she takes him a tray.”

I nodded. “I can do five.”I never do five.Mornings for me don’t start until I can, at the very minimum, locate my hand in front of my face. “Does that mean you’ll stay?”

A longer pause that time, then, “Yeah, I’ll stay.”

“Lucky me.” I reached for my phone and set the alarm. Then I cleaned us up with the top sheet, threw it on the floor and pulled the warm covers back over his goosebumps. I smoothed the lines on his brow and asked, “So, Mister Lane, do you snore?”

That earned me a shining smile. “Like a trooper. It’s not too late to change your mind.”

“Not a chance.” I rolled him onto his side, facing away. “We’ll see who brings the roof down first.” I spooned him from behind, locking him in place with a leg over his hips and an arm around his waist.

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