Page 18 of Finding Tane
My blood roared in my veins, wanting more and more. He bucked his hips up and I felt his hardness through his jeans and groaned.
Before we went any further we had to talk about some guidelines though...
With extreme reluctance, I pulled back. “Uh, so I really like you and that was awesome, but I uh, well we should talk.”
“Talk about what?” Tane smirked, and rubbed his hand up and down my thigh. It was highly distracting.
“No uh, full sex on the first date, especially after a meal like that one,” I said, blushing hard but not caring. Sex stuff was important to me and we had to talk it out so there wasn’t confusion.
“Okay, fair enough,” Tane said. “How do you feel about hand stuff on the first date? Although we could argue this is the second...”
I ignored his second statement and took a deep breath. I was hard against my pants and it was beginning to be a problem. “Hands and mouths are all good.”
Tane grinned wide. “Really?”
“Yes, and I don’t know if you’re a top or a bottom or a side, or whatever?”
Tane shrugged one shoulder. “I’m easy, I’ll do whatever, I like it all ways.”
I grinned, blushing even harder. “Okay. I like to bottom most of the time but sometimes I want to switch.”
“Perfect. You’re perfect.” Tane pulled me down for another kiss and I groaned into it.
“Maybe we should move to the bedroom?”
Tane stood up, one hand slipping under my ass and the other tight around my waist, lifting me like I weighed nothing. I flushed all over again.
“That’s... very hot.”
“Thank you. Which one’s your room?”
I twisted to point it out, wrapping my legs around his waist and thrilling at the warmth of him, how much I wanted to see him naked, to feel him pinning me down.
But I’d also basically asked to go slow. Not entirely slow, but... slow-ish. He’d said he couldn’t stop thinking about me and now he was carrying me to bed. I was almost dizzy with excitement.
I flicked the light on as he carried me into my own bedroom. It was tidy, thankfully I’m anal enough about tidiness that I didn’t need to panic about an unexpected guest, but I hoped he didn’t judge the room for its blandness.
Tane sat on the bed and kissed me again.
I moved my hands to undo the buttons of his shirt, I needed to touch his skin. Needed to feel him.
He helped me to remove his shirt, and then went to work on mine.
He had a spattering of tattoos over his chest, the warm brown of his skin offset by blue-black ink depicting stars in a constellation I didn’t recognise. I ran my fingers over them. “This is pretty.”
“It’s the southern cross,” he said. “It’s a constellation you only see from the Southern Hemisphere. My stage name, Whetu, means star, so I got this tattoo when I first charted, in honour of home.”
I leaned in and kissed the stars, making him giggle.
“I’d like to see it someday.” Dillon straightened up to kiss Tane’s jaw, enjoying the graze of the stubble against his lips. “I guess I never thought about there being different stars.”
“It’s a trip.” Tane’s hands trailed slowly over Dillon’s chest, then down to grip his waist, pulling him closer. “Not seeing it at night, can feel kind of lonely.”
“I can imagine.” Dillon pushed gently at Tane’s shoulders, encouraging him to lay back. He did so, his hands trailing over me, refusing to let go entirely. I shuffled back to undo his jeans, one hand stroking him through the denim. He was hard, and large.
It had been some time since I had hooked up with anyone, but some things you don’t forget how to do. I leaned in to kiss and lick at his nipples. I slipped my hand inside his jeans to grip his hardness in my hand, stroking as much as I could in the confined space.
He moaned, a deliciously deep sound that resonated in his chest.
