Page 68 of Has-Been
“Babe? Fuck… don’t do this to me, please. I thought we were solid. I thought we were happy.”
I turned to see Has-Been looking distraught, like his heart had been broken. How? I’d had all of two seconds to process his blurted out biker proposal.
“What? We are, oh my god, Has… I was just absorbing what you just said! Yes, of course that’s what I want. It’s all I wanted from the moment I first met you. You know I love you. Stop doubting yourself like this. This is my brother’s fault, isn’t it? He’s somehow convinced you you’re not good enough or something, but you are! My god, you’re everything.” I moved closer to him, watching the horror drain from his face, as his lips suddenly quirked up into that gorgeous smile of his. The one that made me want to swoon at his feet every damn time.
“Seriously? Fucking hell, babe. You just took twenty years off me then.” He caught the back of my head and pulled me to his lips, the minty tang of toothpaste still tingling a little against my tongue as I kissed him back. I could feel his love, and not in a poking me with his dick kind of way, but in the way that it seemed to overwhelm me, like warmth pouring out of him and surrounding me. He really loved me. Really wanted me forever. How was this even real? I kept thinking he’d change his mind, especially now he’d had the… you know… my cherry or whatever.
He pulled back from our kiss, his gorgeous blue eyes gazing into mine.
“I need you, babe… are you uh… able?”
I felt my lips twitching, but I nodded. He was so sweet and considerate, because I may not still be his virginal girl, but he still cared enough to make sure I wasn’t still sore down there.
Has grinned widely, turning and pressing me down on the bed, his towel slipping away as he climbed over me, and started tugging at the buttons on my shirt.
“Fuck me, babe… you wearing this just to torture me?”
I giggled, helping him unbutton my shirt, or taking over, since his hands lowered to my jeans, pulling them undone, and wiggling them down my legs. By the time he was dragging my underwear away, I was shrugging out of my shirt.
Has paused to look at me, his eyes travelling the length of my body, as a groan parted his lips.
“So fucking perfect. How the hell are you with me, babe? How the hell are you mine?” He lowered himself over me, dragging me into another of those slow teasing kisses, as his fingers traced the line of my bra. He lowered his hips and let out a curse.
“Has?”
He rolled away, landing on his back with another wince. “Fuck’s sake!”
My eyes instantly went to his waist, where his hand was lazily stroking his cock. It was hard, so that wasn’t the issue.
“Are you okay?”
“My fucking back, babe. My… where I came off my bike. I can’t fucking believe this.”
I moved closer on my knees, and reached out toward his cock. I could do this, right?
“Babe? You don’t have to-”
“I want to touch it.”
Has took my hand, squeezing it gently before he guided it to his cock, moving his other hand away as my fingers touched it. He let out a low groan as I wrapped my fingers around the heated silken flesh.
“Oh wow… it doesn’t feel like I expected it to. Last time I think I was too nervous to really notice.”
Has chuckled, and then let out another groan as I stroked my fingers along his length.
“Jesus, babe. Your touch feels like heaven. You can stroke it faster if you like.”
Suddenly my hand wasn’t moving any longer, and I felt my cheeks flushing red. I knew what I wanted but it wasn’t this.
“Babe? You okay? You don’t have to do it. You don’t have to touch him.”
Has lifted my hand away from his cock, and squeezed it again.
“It’s okay, babe.”
I shook my head, tugging my hand away.
“I want to ride it instead.”
