“I’d like that. Only if you let me touch you.”
My dick responds to her words by twitching.
“Oh, Lu just said in our group chat that she can’t find you.”
The twitch is gone just as quick.
“Shit,” I reply. “We’ll talk when you fix your phone.”
“Yeah.”
I don’t want to end our call, but I say, “See you soon, Freckles.”
“See you soon.”
The call ends, and I’m in a much better mood. So much better that when Base finally appears, I get drunk and dance around the club with him and my sister to some sort of electronic dance music until we give up at six in the morning.
As soon as I see her walking along the hallway on my side of the manor, my sour mood after travelling for hours vanishes. Her eyes find mine as I get to the bottom of my stairs, and like something from a movie, Stacey runs. Her long hair flows behind her, her robe unfastening to reveal her Grinch PJs, and when she leaps into my arms, I catch her by the thigh and lift her into me.
“This is dramatic, but I missed you. I really missed you.”
I smile. “I missed you too,” I reply, kissing her bare shoulder as her robe hangs from her body. I take a step. “Come to the kitchen with me.”
She shakes her head, leans back and runs her fingers through my hair. “Kiss me. Then take me to your room.”
Stacey tastes fruity with a hint of mint when my lips press to hers. Her soft mouth moves with my own while her legs tighten around my waist, and my grip on her thigh trails to her ass.
I somehow manage to keep kissing her while I carry her up the stairs and into my room, not breaking it as I lower us to the bed. Our mouths slant, heads tilting as we devour one another – hands in hair, lips between teeth, names dropping from our mouths with how much we missed each other.
“I meant it when I said you could see other people,” she whispers against my lips. “But I’d rather you didn’t.”
I part her legs with my knee and settle between her thighs. “Why?”
She gasps as I press against her.
“I like you,” she admits. “Is that too soon? I’m sorry. ”
“Stop apologising.”
“But is it too soon to say that? I don’t know about timelines.”
I kiss her once, twice, three times. “We make our own timeline. If you feel a certain way, then you feel a certain way. If it helps, I like you too.”
She beams, smiling so hard I think I might just hug her to death. “I get butterflies.”
“So do I.”
Stacey lowers her hand to the hem of my top and tugs it up. I sit back, reach behind my head to pull it off and toss it across the room. She drags her hand down my chest, which is only starting to properly show now that I’m doing work with Ewan. She stops at the waistband of my shorts.
Her green eyes stare into my soul, the soul I would rip apart for her. “I get nervous.”
“So do I,” I reply, my heart speeding up as her fingers bend into the waistband, playing with the fabric instead of taking them off. “Are you nervous now?”
“Yes. But I want to…” She tugs at my shorts. “I want to touch you.”
Fuck.
I’ve wrapped my own hand around my cock more times than I can count, but the thought of having hers around me is like being on a high. Well, I assume. I’ve never taken drugs, apart from smoking joints with Base and Dez.
“Lie beside me, on your side.”
I shift onto my back, and I can tell she’s really nervous. Instead of telling her to take my shorts off, I pull her to me and kiss her mouth, her nose, her forehead, everywhere I can .
“We don’t need to be nervous,” I say to her but also to myself. “We like each other, and this is what people do when they like each other.”
“Can I tell you something?”
Shit. “Of course.”
She shakes her head. “I want to tell you how I feel about you, but I can’t say it.” Then Stacey lowers her head to my chest. “God, I really am an embarrassment.”
I lace our hands together. “Tell me. I can assure you the feeling will either be mutual, or my side is on a higher level.”
“I listened to a song, and it made me think of you instantly.” Her cheeks go red. “You can tell me to stop now.”
“What song?”
She covers her face with her free hand. “‘Spiracle’ by Flower Face. The lyrics. They were so powerful and beautiful and… explained how I feel about you.” She tries to get up from the bed. “I’m going to hide from the world now.”
“Stop getting so embarrassed,” I say, laughing and dragging her back to my side. “I’ll listen later.”
“I will totally understand if you want to call this off with me.”
“Shut up.”
She stares at me. “Rude.”
“Tell me three things about you.”
She tilts her head and doesn’t say anything for a full five seconds. “I like to dance.”
“Evidently.”
“Sandwiches.”
“Chicken,” I say. “You always eat them.”
Stacey grins. “I like dogs. ”
“What kind?”
She shrugs. “Big ones. I always get scared I’ll stand on the smaller ones. Do you like dogs?”
“Yeah. I want two Dobermanns.”
“Dobermenn.”
I frown. “What?”
“Dobermenn… plural.”
“I don’t know if you’re serious or not.”
She sighs with a smile. “Think about it!”
I absolutely will not.
“There are two. So – Kade!” She is silent when I start to unbutton her PJ shirt.
She shivers as my fingers glide against bare skin. I bring my mouth to her neck. “Are you going to stop talking now and show me how you feel?”
When she nods dramatically and kisses me, I pull the duvet over us, devouring her until she’s tugging at my hair and breathless.
“Take off my shorts,” I order against her throat, sucking at the erratic pulse as my hands explore her body. I palm her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers and finally feeling the restraint of my shorts vanishing.
I sink my teeth into her skin and grow harder, thicker with her soft moans. I drop to my back again, not breaking our contact as I take her hand and place it close to my dick.
I trail kisses up her throat, along her jaw until I reach her mouth. “Show me what it’s like, Freckles. Show me how it feels to have you fuck me with your hand.”
Slowly, dangerously slowly, Stacey slips her tongue through my parted lips at the same moment her hand moves over my cock.
I hiss into her mouth as she palms me, as she gently trails her fingers up and down the warm skin, the solid length that throbs and twitches with each glide of her fingers. Sensations rush to my head, and I try not to thrust.
My eyes screw shut as she wraps her fingers around me. My heart restarts, a low buzz at the base of my spine while she swipes her thumb up, wiping the bead of precum from my engorged head.
She’s studying me as she pulls my mouth to hers. A distraction, maybe, because I can feel her heart pounding as I cup her tit and squeeze.