Swallowing, I snapped his elegant hands as they pushed his jeans down his hips, stopping tantalizingly short of what I wanted to see most. Camera forgotten, I dropped my phone in the box of photographs and stepped into Kim’s personal space. My hands covered his, shoving his jeans down those final few inches, and our lips met in the kind of kiss that made me wonder what we’d been doing all day when we could’ve been doing this.
I pushed him against the wall, absorbing his low groan, and revelled in the way he fell slack in my arms. His cock dug into my stomach. I broke away only long enough to pull my T-shirt over my head, and then I dropped to my knees and took his dick into my mouth with a slow, wet, slide of my tongue.
“Jesus!” Kim’s head hit the wall with a dull thump. His legs quivered, and for the first time since I’d met him, his composure slipped. “Jesus, God, yeah.”
I grinned at his incoherency and fumbled for my wallet and the single condom and sachet of lube that remained in it. Thank fuck, because I don’t know what I would’ve done if yanking Kim to the floor and riding his dick had been off the table.
Supplies retrieved, I tried to find the willpower to release his cock from my mouth—a tough ask as his every sound and shudder travelled through me. I tore at my own belt buckle, desperately seeking friction, and dragged my teeth along Kim’s dick until he growled and pulled my hair, thrusting into my mouth, scraping the back of my throat.
“What do you want, Jas? You want me to fuck you right here? Screw all the bad memories out of you?”
It could never be so simple, but screwing Kim on the hardwood floor of the home I’d shared with Rich wasgoingto happen. Besides, Rich was the last thing on my mind as Kim and I stripped away our remaining clothes.
Kim lay back on the distressed floorboards, naked and beautiful, his inked skin too flawless for me to resist running my tongue over his chest and biting down on his nipples. He squirmed beneath me and groaned, deep and low. His fingers dug into my hips, and I took the bruising touch as my cue to get a move on.
Biting my lip, I sank down on Kim’s dick, paying heed to a subconscious plan to take it slow, ease him in, but my body and my brain didn’t seem to be connected, and the moment he pierced me, all bets were off. I ground down hard, pressing myself so tight against him that bone crunched bone. He gasped, and I swallowed it with a kiss that conversely calmed me, even though an inferno was building in my gut.
I broke away. “We need to stop having fuck-hot sex if we’re just going to be friends.”
Kim’s only answer was a groan, coupled with a brutal upwards thrust of his hips.
I took the hint and braced myself on the wall, riding him harder until Kim took over, drawing his knees up and driving so deep into me that I saw stars. Crying out, I dropped my head to his chest, absorbing the clean scent of his sweat. With him fucking me like this—so rough and raw—I was going to come without touching my dick, a phenomenon that had always blown my mind, but with Kim? Damn. Every nerve in my body was set to explode, and digging my teeth into his tender flesh was the only thing tying me down to the world.
Kim came with a yell, and I followed a heartbeat later, throwing my head back, my mouth open in a silent scream. He shuddered and jerked beneath me, and I shot all over his belly, coming with more force than I could ever remember coming before.
“Fuck.” I fell sideways, pulling off Kim’s dick a little fast for comfort.
“Easy.” Kim rubbed my back. “I’ve got you.”
Oh how I wished that were true, but as breath returned to my lungs, perspective came with it. Jumping on Kim, however willing he might have been, hadn’t changed the fact that, in this damn fucking flat, Rich was all I could see.
Perhaps sensing the conflicting chaos brewing in my treacherous brain, Kim shifted and tightened his arms around me. “Don’t freak,” he said gently. “We’re friends, remember? I’vegotyou.”
The warmth of his embrace was stronger than the simmering heat of our third scorching encounter, but the disquiet in my gut remained. Fucking Kim felt as natural as breathing, but that meant nothing in the cooling light of reality. Kim’s lingering relationship with Red bothered me less than I’d assumed it would—if it bothered me at all—but as I pulled back from Kim and briefly saw nothing in him but Rich’s betrayal, I knew that I had a long way to go before I could think of letting this happen between us again.
We dressed in silence. Kim, perceptive as ever, seemed to know that I didn’t want to talk. He pulled his clothes on and drifted back to the window, his lean shoulders framed this time with shadows as the sun disappeared behind the building opposite. “You can’t hate him forever, you know. It ain’t good for the soul.”
“I don’t hate Rich.” It sounded hollow even to my own ears. “I hate what hedid. And how it makes—made—me feel.”
“Same thing.”
Kim didn’t turn around. I yanked my T-shirt over my head and went to him, sliding my arms loosely around his waist from behind. “It’s not the same thing. I don’t think about him anymore. It’s just being here . . . it feels like the scene of the crime.”
“That why you wanted to fuck me here? Some weird sexual exorcism?”
“Maybe.” I couldn’t lie to him. “But I would’ve wanted to fuck you wherever we were.”
Kim finally looked at me. I half expected him to be frowning, but his grin was as easy as always. “That’s sweet, but we should probably stop fucking each other. No offence, mate, but you seem a bit lost, like you really do need a friend.”
That, I couldn’t deny. I gave in to the craving to press my face against his back. “You’re right . . . about all of it. I guess Red walking in on us actually did us a favour. Put the brakes on before things got too complicated.”
“Things are only as complicated as you allow them to be. I’m not saying we shouldn’t ever fuck again, just that you’ve obviously got some heavy shit weighing you down. And I don’t reckon you’ve done much talking about it, eh?”
I shrugged. “Nope. My family is an open book, but I’m the anomaly. A reticent loner, like my mother.”
“You don’t have to be alone, Jas. Maybe here”—Kim gestured out of the window—“but not back home. There’s a soul for everyone in Porthkennack, even if it’s just a pal to make you a brew when you’ve been up all night with the moon.”
I’d heard it said before that everyone found a friend in Porthkennack, but as a child I’d never believed it. Running riot on the farm with my brothers every summer, I hadn’t needed friends, hadn’t wanted them, butChrist, I wanted to be Kim’s friend. “How are you going to make me a cuppa in the morning if we don’t have sleepovers?”