Breathing hard.
Kissing again as Sol winds his arms around me, his palm coming to the base of my skull, fingers rubbing through my short hair—I cut it while he was gone, a fact that falls out of my head as his hypnotic touch does me in.
He hasn’t answered my question.
I force my eyes open and find his gaze. “I want to,” I tell him again, in case he didn’t get it the first time. “I want to make you feel good.”
Sol is shaking, trembling in my arms.
Or maybe it’s me.
Maybe it doesn’t matter.
Maybewe are each other’s skin and bone, coiling and dancing together until whatever happens next is inevitable.
I have Sol sprawled out beneath me on the bed.
Mybed.
Slowly, I grasp his bicep and pin his arm over his head. I push my hips into his as I do it and absorb the whole body shudder passing through him. Watch his teeth dig into his bottom lip and his eyelids flutter.
He likes that.
I like it too and it helps me bypass the fact I’ve never been with a man. More than that, I don’t even think about it. I follow the map of Sol’s inked skin as if it were made for me. I bite hisneck. Kiss his chest. And finally, finally, I slip my hand beneath his waistband and wrap my fingers around his cock.
Holy shit.
I’m not ready for how he jerks and gasps, his spine arching from the bed, a rare dirty curse falling from his lips.
“Fuck, Jackie.Fuck.”
I shift so my own dick finds friction against his thigh and bury my face in his neck. Why is this so fucking good?Howis it? Somewhere beneath dizzying want, shock ripples through me. Then Sol’s dick contracts in my hand and I forget all about it.
His dick is in my hand.
That should shock me too, but I’m consumed by the rapid rise and fall of Sol’s inked chest. The sweat rising on his skin and his hooded gaze searching my face.
He’s afraid.
I tighten my grip on him.
His eyes flutter and another snatched gasp escapes him.
“Look at me.” My voice pitches low. “Sol.”
I still have his arm pinned over his head. I release it and Sol’s hands instantly find my shoulders. He grips them hard enough I realise I like that kind of pressure too, but the fear in his eyes…it’s too real for me to contemplate much else.
What are you so scared of?
I should know. Perhaps I do. But any wisdom I’m still capable of feels a long way from where we are now. He’s hot and heavy in my hand, pulsing in my palm. I kiss Sol as I squeeze him and swallow his moan.
“Relax,” I whisper against his lips. “Nothing bad’s gonna happen.”
Sol holds my gaze for the longest moment, his jaw tense like he’s biting back words. Or reaching for them. Then his eyes fall shut and he kisses me back, and whatever argument he’s having with himself, his body doesn’t lie.
I chase a rhythm and his hips rise to my tightening grip. Breath shallow, he lets go of my shoulders to grasp the bed frame above his head and I drink in the sight of him. Drown in the soft, desperate groan he makes as I find the cadence that works for him.
Christ, he’s so beautiful. I’ve always known it, but like this…fuck. I can’t look away. Idon’tlook away. I hold that steady beat and track his stacked breaths, every inhale and exhale warming my lips. Ikiss him, slow and deep, and spin out as Sol arches into it—intomeand what I’m doing to him, spine bowing off the bed for a split second before he wrestles himself back under control.