I suspected the entire encounter hadn’t lasted more than a couple of minutes, considering how quickly I’d come after Mav had touched my cock, but it felt like hours before the aftermath of my climax had eased enough for me to come to my senses.
“You okay?” Mav asked as he released my hands and ran his fingers through my hair. His hand was still down my pants, but he wasn’t stroking my ultra-sensitive dick any more.
I managed a nod and did my best to kiss Mav back when his lips sought out mine again. He kept the kiss brief and then I watched in fascination as he brought his other hand up to his mouth and began licking the sticky, white fluid from it. I’d always hated the taste of cum, but watching Mav consume mine like it was some kind of delicacy had me wondering if things would be different when I tasted his.
When.
I couldn’t even be sure there would be a when. I’d interrupted Mav earlier when he’d been about to say our kiss had been a mistake, but I had no doubt that was what he’d planned on telling me. It was true that I hadn’t ever been in any kind of relationship before, but I was smart enough to know that not every kiss, even what seemed like an epic one to me, was anything more than just that…a kiss. Even what had just happened between us didn’t mean it was anything more than a random sexual encounter.
After Mav cleaned off his hand, he pulled me up to a sitting position. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but it was impossible to miss the bulge in his pants. Guilt went through me that I hadn’t even once though about Mav’s pleasure as he’d been bringing me mine. I automatically reached for the button on his pants, but he stopped me by grabbing my hands in his.
“You don’t want me to…” I asked awkwardly.
Mav studied me for a moment and then lifted my hands to his lips. He kissed the backs of each one before releasing them and leaning forward to seal his mouth over mine. When he pulled back he said, “This was about you. Only you.”
I felt tears threatening to fall at that so all I managed was a nod because I didn’t trust myself to speak.
“Why don’t you get cleaned up and I’ll clean up out here?”
I looked down on the floor and sure enough, our activities had caused both bottles of beer to hit the floor. Luckily only one had broken and it was in large pieces instead of hundreds of tiny ones. “Are you sure?”
Mav nodded and helped me stand. I could feel my cum cooling all over my stomach and seeping into the fabric of my underwear. “There are some cleaning supplies under the sink,” I murmured as I turned to head towards my bedroom. With my passion cooling, the embarrassment started to seep in and I was eager to escape Mav so I could regroup. Once I reached my bathroom, I stripped off all my clothes and got in the shower. As I washed myself, memories of Mav’s touch started to return and I actually felt the hunger building deep inside of me again. I shook my head in amazement and then quickly finished cleaning up and changed into fresh clothes. I had no idea how we’d go back to any kind of regular conversation after what had just happened, but there was no way around it so I headed back to the kitchen. The floor was clean and the broken glass gone by the time I got back. But I didn’t see Mav. I felt a surge of panic that he’d left, but then I sensed his presence and looked to my right towards the living room. And then all my panic came rushing back.
Because in Mav’s hand was the picture on the bookshelf – the one I kept turned over for a reason. And I knew just by looking at the expression on Mav’s face that he finally had the answer he’d been looking for from the moment we’d encountered each other in that stairwell.
Chapter Nine
Mav
I shouldn’t have looked at the picture.
I’d known even as I’d walked towards the bookcase, my eyes zeroing in on the overturned picture frame, that it would destroy what little trust I’d managed to build with Eli. But I’d done it anyway because as beautiful and perfect as the last few minutes with him had been, none of that negated my first priority.
His safety.
I hadn’t planned any of what had happened with Eli. Maybe it was because he’d initiated the kisses between us that had started it all. Maybe it was hearing him admit that I’d been the first one to kiss him. I hadn’t known and I hadn’t cared. All I’d cared about was getting my hands on him. I’d been close to coming myself as Eli had bucked and jerked beneath me as I’d pulled his orgasm to the surface, but the prospect of being able to watch him as he came had made it possible for me to hold off. Sure, I’d been painfully uncomfortable afterwards, but it had been worth it because I’d never seen anyone be so completely consumed with pleasure the way Eli had been.