Page 63 of Just Like You
“That’s because you’re an idiot. If we’d planned this better, you would have arrived on the morning flight.”
“Didn’t want to risk not seeing you.”
“But you did,” he said, getting up and rummaging in his bag, then crawling back onto the bed, stark naked. Even the sight of his limp dick was arousing. His soft skin. A little more hair over his body. A small trail down his stomach. I traced it with my finger.
“I usually wax. Didn’t have time. I was busy wallowing in angry heartbreak and wanted to stab knives into someone called Gina DeSanto.”
“Hope you didn’t.”
“Gina is alive and well.”
“Good. Because I am hoping she’ll become someone you can rely on as well. And, let me tell you something.”
I shifted on the bed so he could get comfortable next to me. Naked. Relaxed. That little pouch in his hand. I knew what was inside, like this was another thing that was now…ours.
“Thing is,” I continued, “Gina, she bought her first car when she was eighteen. She’d taken driving lessons and passed on her first attempt. Then she picked up this car she’d bought and disappeared. I was frantic with worry; nobody knew where she was, and, you know. Phone-tracking wasn’t a thing then. She had some crappy old Nokia, and it wasn’t on. Then suddenly she rang me, shouting that she was on a beach in Cornwall. I might have screamed at her. I mean? She just got in this thing and drove because she was finally free. She could go wherever she wanted. Just fill up the tank, pressthe pedal and go. I envied her. I envied her so much. I hate driving. Will take myself from home to work, but that’s it. Hate it. Gina? If you ever want a ride? She’ll turn up, all excited with keys and a coffee from the service station and her GPS ready to go. Even if it’s just to pick up pizza.”
“She’d be mad to drive all the way to Farnborough.”
“She won’t care if you ask her to come pick you up in bloody Paris. Because that’s who she is. And she loves to be asked. She’s like me. We don’t have many friends, especially ones who like the things we like. Gina loves driving. I like…you.”
“I guessed.” He smiled. “But, that’s actually cool. I like people like that. Unpredictable. A bit like my friend Sonny. Completely different from Gina, but anyway. I like that I never know what’s going to come out of his mouth. That he does these weird and wacky things and then tells me about them. It makes me smile.”
“Good.”
“He’ll die if I invite him round and Gina turns up. He’d literally die. He’s the biggest Eurovision nerd, and she’s an icon.”
“I’ve never watched it. Didn’t even watch when Gina was on it. Awkward. I mean? It’s people I know, on TV? I can’t deal.”
“I can understand that.”
He pulled me down again. Kissed me.
“I want to slam you up against the wall and fuck you,” came out of my mouth.
“You can do that.” He grinned. “But afterwards, I might need tea. And maybe something to eat.”
“Well.” I grinned, because. Well. “You know me. I never last long. Shall I order room service, and by the time I’ve spent my load and made you dirty the bed, we should have breakfast by the door?”
“It’s like five in the evening.”
“Well. Who cares?”
“True?”
He got on top of me, on all fours. Kissing his way down my chest as I awkwardly ordered room service on the phone. Licking my dick, with a little smile on his face. Sucking my balls. Oh God. The way he looked at me. My dick was all hard and red as I slammed the phone down and tried to rip open a condom.
“Let me,” he said, taking it from my hand before expertly rolling it on. God. How had I gone from zero to this in what? A minute?
“I don’t…tend to last long. Never have. Especially with you.”
“I need to train you then. Just edge you along a bit.”
“No one has done that to me before.”
“Tease you. Then refuse to let you come.”
“Don’t,” I warned. “That won’t work.”
