Fiction : Fleaz #9

As we come back down to earth, he pulls away from the kiss & looks back into my eyes, it’s as if Conner realises the intimacy between us & quickly shifts me off his lap so abruptly I wince as he pulls out of me, he pushes me aside so I am sitting on the bed. It has the effect he wants, it puts some distance between us, He felt it too! My heart sinks as he throws the cover back quickly, swinging his legs out of bed & stands up

“Shower” he snaps, not waiting for my response, he’s already in the bathroom with the shower running, I’m not sure if it’s a statement or an invitation. I sit on the edge of his bed trying to get my head around what just happened. He obviously felt it too & it scared him, Hell it scares me too! He said he doesn’t do the boyfriend thing, so why did he just make love to me, so sweetly & tenderly? It’s not like I asked him too, it’s not like we are in a relationship & that’s what he felt he had to do. Could I have changed the outcome of that exchange by saying something dirty to him?

I decide that it was an invitation to shower with him so I walk into the bathroom, he’s all lathered in soap, rubbing his fingers through his hair with such force I wonder if he always washing his hair like that or if he’s tense. When I open the shower screen, he steps out of the running water to let me in, I let the water cover my body, Conner doesn’t look at me but he moves us again so he is under the running water & can rinse the soap out of his hair. I really wish I knew what he was thinking, I reach for his body wash & lather up my hands, I rub all over my body & as I look down, I see my little display is turning him on, he pulls me close, tugging on my hair to tilt my chin to him, he kisses me hard & roughly

“Suck my cock, sexy!” he commands, I smile innocently, I understand why he is acting this way toward me, I start kissing his neck, moving down his body till I’m on my knees & his cock is near my mouth. The water is splashing on his back so I am virtually protected from the stream of running water, I reach up to grab his cock “No hands” he growls, so I put my hands behind my back, looking up at him sweetly & take him in my mouth. He groans as his fingers grab my wet hair, I take him in as far as I can go, then pull back sucking hard, I repeat as his hips rock, his hand keeping my head steady so I take more of him each time. “Oh yeah…” he moans, it doesn’t take very long before I look back up at him & he’s looking down at me, his hips gyrating, making me take more of his cock “Fuck… Hmmm… if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, stop” I keep going, sucking harder, he tilts his head back & tightens his grip in my hair “Oh, fuck” he comes in my mouth, hot & wet, well that’s a first, it tastes funny, but not unpleasant, I try not to think about what it actually is as I make eye contact with Conner, I swallow his come, licking my lips, “Baby, that is beyond hot!” Baby? Better not read too much into that.

Conner he rinses his cock, turning to me to kiss my forehead before he snaps the shower door open & steps out, I’m still on my knees as he barely dries himself & stalks out of the bathroom. Jeez! Way to make a girl feel used Conner! But it gives me time to think.

I always hated being asked to suck a guy’s cock or having my head pushed down there. Don’t get me wrong, I like doing it but I don’t like being told when to do it, I’ve also certainly never let a guy or ever even wanted a guyto come in my mouth, much less swallow it before. But I oddly liked doing it for Conner & I love his reaction, it made me feel so unashamed & bold.

I understand he’s confused about our intimate sex, I am too, I’ve never made love before, not even with my only boyfriend Dominic, it never felt as intimate with him like it just had with Conner. I don’t know what his issue is but I know he doesn’t want a girlfriend & that was definitely boyfriend/girlfriend sex, so he jumped in the shower to wash away the memory & he told to me do something less intimate & more primal, it’s probably why he said no hands.

I wonder if Conner has ever had sex like that before. Maybe not, that’s why he’s so freaked out? I decide that he couldn’t have had sex like that before with anyone because that was the best sex of my life, it had to be for him too. What we have is nothing compared to what he has had in the past. Dangerous territory Callan, doing sex comparisons! How did we get here so soon, it’s only our second weekend?

*

Conner has laid out a T shirt & boxer briefs on his bed, I can only assume they are for me & that he’s already dressed because I can hear him cooking. I smile at how confusing he is, he’s asked me to stay tonight, or has he changed his mind? & now he’s laid out his clothes for me. I get dressed & join him in the kitchen, he is dressed like I suspected, in a matching outfit of a t shirt & boxer briefs 

“Omelette?” he doesn’t look up, he’s still weirding out 

“Yum, perfect, want me to do anything?” I come over to stand next to him, elbowing him in the ribs playfully, trying to lighten to mood a little, he chuckles giving me a sideways glance, he notices my clothes

“No you can just look sexy in my boxers” he kisses my nose & he’s back. I grab the OJ from the counter & pour myself a glass, sitting down on the stools, my muscles ache as I sit down, Conner notices my reaction as he walks over with the fry pan to put the Omelette on the plates in front of me “Are you sore?”

“A little, feels good though.” he smiles but doesn’t really look at me, sitting down next to me & demolishes his omelette.

It’s 10:30am as we finish clearing up breakfast, I wonder what he plans to do for the rest of the day, I don’t think I can have sex as often as he might want too, so far I haven’t eased myself back into it after four years of celibacy & since I’ve been here less than 24 hours & he’s made me come how many times, I’ve lost count now.

“So if you’re sore, what can we do today so I can still have my wicked way with you tonight?” He grins at me cheekily, I giggle, loving this side of Conner, much better than brooding Conner! I try to think of something not coupley that we can do but nothing springs to mind “It’s a nice day we could go for a walk on the beach, grab some lunch?” he suggests, Hmmm so much for not coupley but with no bright ideas of my own, I agree. A walk on the beach doesn’t have to be coupley! Does it?

We get ready in silence, I’m wearing a summer dress in a florally pattern, I ponder for a moment if I should take off his boxer shorts, but he told me not to bring underwear this weekend & I can’t go out to a windy beach commando in a short summer dress. I decide that technically I am not wearing my own underwear so it wouldn’t be breaking his rules. Conner pulls on some cargo shorts & he’s ready. My hair is in complete disarray & can only be tamed by putting it in a messy bun, it’s really not messy on purpose but that’s how it ends up.

In the car, I have silent Conner, I look over at him, even with his Ray Bans on, I can tell he’s frowning, thinking about something, I wish I knew what it was. Is he an over thinker too? He parks the car easily, jumping out quickly to meet me at my door, which I’ve already opened & am getting out of but he shuts it for me, resting his hand on the small of my back to guide me to the stairs which lead to the beach.

We take off our matching Havaiana thongs, mustn’t think too much about that either, when we reach the sand & head toward the water. The waves lap at our feet, we walk along the shore line with the sun warming our skin. Conner’s arm brushes mine every now & then, I feel the electricity between us, he catches me off guard when he casually entwines his fingers through mine. We’ve not spoken a word since we left his house, which was all I could think about but now I can’t help but think about the fact that he’s holding hand, he’s just looking ahead not saying anything at all. What is he thinking? 

“It’s such a beautiful day” I break the silence, finally I have thought of something to say. He smiles but doesn’t look at me, he tucks our hands behind my back, not letting go of my hand, to pull us closer together, he kisses my forehead

“You’re beautiful” Swoon!  We walk like that for a long time, maybe 30 minutes have passed, unexpectedly he picks me up around the waist, spinning once before heading into the water, I scream but I’m laughing at his playfulness

“Conner don’t you dare” I scream trying to break free of his strong hold, he’s laughing too, other passers-by watch us, we seem like two people in love playing joyfully in the surf, he puts me down in knee deep water, taking my face in his hands he kisses me enthusiastically, his tongue parting my lips, finding its way to stroke mine, his hands don’t move from my face, my hands rest on his hips as the waves crash into us, wetting my bottom of my dress. He pulls away from the kiss, wrapping his arms around my neck, pulling my head to his chest, I can hear his rapid heartbeat, he sighs.

“What are you doing to me Kristie?” it’s barely audible over the waves & I’m not sure if I am supposed to hear him. He takes a deep breath, speaking louder “Come on, let’s go back” he kisses the top of my head, putting his arm around me pulling me into his nook, we walk back towards the car, again in total silence. 

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