Page 26 of If I See You Again
She had strawberry-blonde hair gathered back into French braids and a splash of freckles across her nose. She also had the prettiest blue eyes.
Her friend Hailey was just as gorgeous. They were the same height at about five-foot-three, much shorter than my brother and me, but Marcus always liked them on the petite side.
Marcus pulled Hailey onto his lap as he fell back into the recliner chair. She giggled, but went with him willingly. It didn’t take long before the two were engaged in a lip lock.
“I guess that’s supposed to be us, too, huh?” Natalie asked, sounding so unsure.
I put an arm around her and kissed the side of her head. “Only if you want. There’s no pressure.”
She grinned at me before pulling me to the couch. “You’re so sweet for being so noble and checking in.”
That night was hard to forget. It had been the first time I’d ever made out with a girl while she sat on my lap, grinding against me until I embarrassed myself. Marcus hadn’t suffered the same fate. Mom and Dad came home before then, and we had to sneak the girls out the back door before we got into trouble.
“You still with me?”
I shook my head and gave David a sheepish smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. Was just remembering something.”
“Want to tell me about it?”
I chuckled, having a better idea. “Want to relive something with me?”
David raised a blond eyebrow in interest. “Don’t leave me in suspense.”
It all felt a little silly, but I chewed my bottom lip as I turned to face him. The roles were reversed, but it didn’t stop me from swinging my leg up and over his lap. When his big, warm hands landed on my hips to hold me in place, I leaned in close, running my nose along his jaw to take a whiff of him.
God, the man smelled amazing. He was a mixture of his own spicy undertones and my home. It was incredible how staying at my parents’ house for one day could rub off on a person. But Iliked it on him. It brought a sense of peace that maybe this was okay. The world wouldn’t end if I gave him a chance.
David’s breath hitched as I continued to nose at his face, ghosting my lips over his, but not quite kissing him. His fingers flexed against my hips, but didn’t pull me closer. He let me take this at my own pace.
“In high school, my brother and I used to sneak girls into the house when our parents were out.”
David snorted. “And you made out like horny teenagers?”
“You bet.”
He hummed, bumping his nose against mine. “Only the girls?”
I sighed. “Marcus knew about me being bi, but I was too afraid to explore it at the time. And maybe I thought it would make him uncomfortable. I don’t know. But maybe now’s the time to fix that. Want to be the first boy I make out with on my parents’ couch?” It was corny as hell, but warmth spread through my chest because it also felt right. Like maybe I wasn’t supposed to have experienced it before until now. That it was always supposed to have been him.
He didn’t answer me, just growled and crashed his lips to mine. I melted into him as my fingers sank into his hair, loving the feel of his scratchy beard against my face. When I slid forward in his lap, the hard outline of his cock was hard to miss and I rocked against him. His mouth opened on a groan, and our tongues swiped together.
Hands roamed my back as I continued to tangle my fingers in David’s hair, our bodies grinding and bumping. Bliss danced behind my eyes, which were slammed closed, as we continued to devour each other.
When we finally came up for air, David’s hair was a mess. His hair, though completely disheveled, only made him look more alluring, especially with his bruised and kiss-swollen lips.
“Is that all you got for me, gorgeous?” I smirked at his crooked smile.
“Hardly.”
It was naughty. I’d never in a million sane years think of doing this, but there I was, slipping to my knees in front of David. Right there. In my parents’ living room. In my fucking thirties. My knees would hate me later.
“Well, damn,” he sighed, tipping his head back as my fingers unhooked his pants, pulled them open, and slid them down his thighs. He had to lift a little to help me, but with the way his cock punched at the front of his boxer briefs, a wet patch forming over his tip, I knew he was craving this.
I trailed my hand up and down his cloth-covered length, listening closely to his little contented moans. He was hot to the touch, and he throbbed beneath my palm. When I snuck my hand in through the opening in his underwear, he hissed when our skin came into contact.
“So what do you say, David? I’ve never done this before. Not here anyway. Want to fulfill a fantasy of mine?”
His hips surged from the couch, but he didn’t answer me. It was all the answer I needed as I pulled his dick out through the opening. I’d seen the thing a few times now, but it never failed to impress me. The dewy drop of pre-cum at his slit called to me as I ran my tongue through it.
