Page 18 of Exhale

“Tell me.” He adjusted himself in those pineapple monstrosities. They were definitely offensive, especially now his dick was straining through the fabric.

“Stand there and just watch me. I’m going to get my dick out and rub one out. I’m going to stand here and make myself come all over these manties, just from staring at your chest and knowing there’s a sizeable bulge in your underpants. Whaddaya think? Hot?”

Now his hand was creeping down inside his underwear, and yeah. Top of dick poking over the hem. Hand. He liked the idea. I didn’t need to add up the blush on his cheek or the smile on his lips. Nor the fact that he was now stroking himself while I was gently lowering my joggers.

I was wearing mint green, soft, pretty manties with lace trim, thong style at the back to show off my bum. I wish I’d just chosen them at random, but I didn’t work that way. I knew how good I looked in these, how the colour complemented my skin. These were my killer hook-up manties, and they were fine. They made me feel incredibly fine.

“Fuck,” he whispered as I turned around in a clumsy little circle so he could inspect my choice of lingerie.

“Thought it might be your cup of tea.” I casually combed my fingers through my hair, then grabbed my junk. Because manties like these? Yeah. Pretty when not erect. Not so much when your dick was escaping out the side.

“Do it. Please.” He was a little glassy-eyed and fully hard, his underwear having joined his jeans on the floor, and now he was trying to get out of his socks using his toes, and the water was still running and…fuck. He was flustered and turned on, and it was all because of me.

“Jamie,” I whined, leaning back against the cool tiles. I could easily come from watching him. Just a couple of strokes with him watching me back and I would be spilling all over his fine bathroom floor. But I wanted more.

“So pretty.” He huffed, closing his eyes for a second, head back. His neck strained, showing off those veins, and his mouth hung slack as his hand flew over his length, twisting on each turn around the glistening head. I’d missed him more than I’d ever be able to describe. The dampness in his hair. The blush on his chest. The way his nipples were tight little buds, those muscles and the shape of his arms. The way he was so close. I remembered how he bit his bottom lip just before his orgasm claimed him. He was doing it now. Staring at me with wonder in his eyes that I knew. I could tell. He was… Oh. Oh.Yes.

I hadn’t even realised how close I’d been myself, but there I was, doubling over with a groan, shooting stripes of come across the small space. A speck of white hit his hip as I moved in and went for him.

I knew I’d said we’d rub one out. This was supposed to be single-handed, individual, masturbation fun. An opening of foreplay to the main act of full-on intercourse that I had every intention of performing, dessert consisting of an exhausting round of oral before we fell asleep in a haze of sex-fuelled laughter. I had plans, and they were already going straight to hell. A good hell. My kind of heaven and hell where my head had exploded from a self-inflicted orgasm that had shot every inch of sense out of my dick.

“You are so my cup of tea,” he breathed into my mouth as I tried to kiss him and missed, instead biting down on the stubble on his cheek. I tried to find something to ground me—my nails in his chest, my leg climbing his hip, his hands on my arse, his tongue deep down in throat.

“That was… Fuck…” I tried to speak, but I think my tongue had blown up along with the rest of me. RIP Leo, deceased former boyfriend of the most handsome man on Earth. One part of a definite whole. Well, as long as he kept putting me back together with his shushing and stroking my back and his lips on my skin. Small mercies in a seemingly endless disaster.

“Leo, my darling, beautiful Leo. What the hell was I thinking, staying away from you for so long?”

“Fuck you,” I panted out.

“Absolutely. Youarefucking me later, I can guarantee that. I have one hell of a needy hole ready to be lubed up for your unlimited use and pleasure.”

“That makes me sound like some kind of—”

“Spoilt prince? Yeah. You are. You can have anything you want, Your Highness.”

“Just you,” I said into his neck, hanging on to him like I was drowning.

I almost did when he dragged me under the jet of heat, but then he began cleaning my body with careful movements. He shampooed my hair and combed it through with a princess-themed comb that was pink with little jewels down the side. I couldn’t help but laugh when he fastened it into his wet mop of hair.

It didn’t matter what we called ourselves—my prince and me, my one and only everything in this world. He was all that mattered right now.

“We’ll be fine,” he said. I could just make out his smile through the soapsuds, which he rinsed away with a blast of water then shut off the shower. We stepped out, suddenly awkward again, and he grabbed a towel from the rack, attempting to wrap us both in it. It was far too small, but it didn’t matter. He had me and I had him.

“We’ll be fine,” I repeated, sounding more convinced with every syllable. “You and me.”

“Of course. You and me. Jamie and Leo.”

“Leo and Jamie.”

“Please don’t leave. You never have to. Stay with me, for a bit? Just so we can give this a chance. Get to know each other properly. I don’t want to be on my own, like you said. Not when you’re right here. Please? Just stay, maybe the week. For me.”

“A week? You want me here the whole week?”

“Whatever. Stay two. A month? However long you’d like.”

“One day at a time.” I smiled.

“Forever.” He smiled back. “Happily, ever after.”

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