I felt the glow become a tug, an actual urge, as the area he’d marked dried tight and pulled ever so slightly when I moved my head. We stayed another hour and a half but I don’t know what we saw, only that the time was split between the well-lit open floor amongst the booths, elevators, corridors, another theater…split, too, between the advance and retreat of Halley’s wandering hands, as the occasion allowed.
It was like edging on steroids. By the time we left the venue I was swimming in need, my desire ten-dimensional, uncontained – overwhelming.
At his car, Halley paused, leaning back, arms crossed. “So-oo,” he breathed, “do you maybe wanna come back to my place, mmh?”
“You’re an asshole, you know,” I hissed, my cheeks stinging with heat. “You’ve basically been edging me all evening, and now you-”
He looked me up and down. Slowly. “I think you liked it.”
Yeah. I did. The embers inside roared into flame once again.
It was dark in the car – dark and private, which meant more touching and teasing, bolder now, more targeted and direct. Fingers walked across my waist, a palm rested for a single suggestive moment over my junk before sliding down the inseam of my jeans. And then back up…
I felt like I should protest, at least a little bit. “Watch the road,” I told him.
He snorted. “I am watching the road. But I don’t needa be touching it, do I? And seeing as I have a free hand…”
“You’re killing me here…” I breathed.
His hand returned to my groin, pressing in. “Honey. You are a long way from dead.”
I mean, I was. I was as alive as I could remember being, ever. It’s just…I was out of practice at being alive, at feeling all of the feelings, all at once…
Welp. I’d just have to cope. I bunted my hips, twerking up into Halley’s hand, which drew an appreciative grunt from him.
“Mh,” he muttered, squeezing briefly. “That’s what I thought…”
“Yeah. Look what you did.”
There was a tiny pause before he whispered, “I can’t,” voice suddenly high and constricted. A bare second later he lost it altogether, and scream-laughed, “Ihavetowatchtheroad!!”
There’s no way I can adequately explain just how funny that was in the moment, so you’ll have to take my word for it that we were both still practically crying with laughter when he parked the car, that we had to grab on to one another for support as we dragged ourselves up the path to his door. Anybody watching would for sure have thought we were drunk – and maybe we were, but not in the usual way. Not in the usual way.
Inside, we held on some more until the crazy died down. And then Halley, he tipped his head to the side and he – he licked me again. A slow deliberate swipe just like before, this one crosswise over my lips – and my knees gave out. Just for a tiny moment, they actually forgot what to do…I hauled in a huge breath to steady myself, and Halley’s hand closed around my upper arm.
“Time to be horizontal, sugar,” he murmured, nudging me toward his bedroom.
Horizontal and naked and all up in each other’s business. Oh yes. Halley left the light off in his bedroom, the overspill from the main room providing a muted glow. I smiled to myself. Good. I liked what his hands got up to when the light receded…
And now that we were alone it wasn’t only his hands. His tongue cycled between mining my mouth and caressing me with words, calling me ‘beeb’ and comparing me to various sweetmeats. After a few minutes he rolled on top of me, still delving and delving with his tongue, and god new-yet-oldness of this feeling, the bony weight of him at my hips, the plush head of his dick poking blindly at my taint…
He pulled away for an instant, taking hold of my fingers, rubbing his cheek against the back of my hand, cat-like. “Let me in, hon’?”
It was very much a question, not a demand. Again I felt that sense of fate. Always gonna happen…it was just a matter of when. When? Now. Today. I dragged his head back down and nodded my answer into the warm darkness of the crook of his neck.
What with the condoms and the lube and the combined inexperience, ‘letting him in’ wasn’t all that simple. It definitely wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t even comfortable – at first – but in some way I couldn’t quite name, I was wildly hungry for it. Ravenous, even. I wanted…I wanted…this. Exactly this. I wrapped my legs around him as he sank the final inch and kinda collapsed onto my chest, loving the sense that I was encompassing him inside and out.
“Oh god,” he whispered shakily, “it feels so good, it feels so go-oo-od…”
It really did. So deeply, deeply satisfactory, so…replete. I felt like I could lie content, bearing Halley’s weight and garaging his dick, for the rest of my life…
I didn’t get to find out. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, then his wrists, and looked me over in a sweep from groin to face, dragging heat as he went, and his expression – mouth open, blinking deliberately, each beat almost a grimace – awed, dumbstruck, over-stimulated…
Look what you did…the sheer mad intensity of the sensation, the situation, overtook me, and I groaned, loud and involuntary. Halley withdrew tentatively, exhaled in a gust, pushed forward…
“I’ll go slow,” he promised. Three strokes later he glanced up again, still with that wincing expression, and in a strangled whisper confessed; “Imma have to go slow – or I’ll totally just…bust…”
I didn’t care. I didn’t care whether he went slow, or fast. I didn’t care if he took out on me every last ounce of sexual frustration he’d ever felt in his life. I honestly wouldn’t have cared if the bed was on fire – I was in some kind of heat where not one thing mattered but this and its completion, groaning, tossing my head side to side, wallowing my hips to find more of him, behaving in a way that wasn’t like me at all…
Except that it was. I might not have been in any state to think, but I could hear my gut just fine, and I understood that this, all of this, wasn’t nearly as foreign as by rights it should’ve been, that there was an aspect to myself – a me inside of me – that I’d been choosing not to see for a very long time. I knew, too, that that option was lost to me now. And I didn’t care.
“Jesus – babe – fuck!” Halley hissed, planting himself deep, jaw clenched rigid, ligaments standing out on his neck. He lowered himself back down onto me. “Ugh – need a moment…”
Now the main movement of his thrusting was paused, I noticed something new. His dick was twitching – rapid, but irregular – and I could feel each tiny flinch against the walls of my ass. You. Inside me. It was head-spinningly good…
You can have all of the moments, I vowed silently. And then some more. God, is this what sex is like?
Without raising himself, Halley started up moving again, tentative, experimental, his breathing ragged and uneven, a grunt or two interspersed as he stirred his hips, not thrusting so much as…flexing. An increase in pressure here, a corresponding decrease there, a thousand thousand nerves brought to life with each slow sweep, and all the while he was still glued to me and those two tiny metal balls at his belly button, those two smooth hard nubs, they were skating around on the slippery skin of my glans, over and over…