Awkward Love (Stumbling into Love 2)

He fell onto his back beside her, breathing heavily. “I hate you, and we’re not friends anymore.”

“I am your best friend forever and ever, and you know it.”

He crossed his arms in a mock pout, then began laughing again. She joined in, and I watched him try hard to keep a straight face before playfully attacking her again. It made my pulse stumble a bit watching them, the pure joy on his face, the delight in his smile. He was completely comfortable with her and just…Jameson. As cute as it was when he rambled or got embarrassed, I liked this side of him too. I suddenly wanted him to feel that comfortable with me.

I wasn’t laughing anymore and was just watching them. Kira pecked him on the lips, and he flicked her ear.

Ali was on the other side of me and leaned over. “They’re great together. Sometimes I feel left out. Others, I just love to bask in it.”

“Yeah.” I could see that. As much as I loved Shaw, we didn’t have the kind of relationship Kira and Jameson had. They were like siblings.

Jameson rolled away from her and sat beside me again. “Can we never hang out with her again?” he asked, and I answered by leaning in and kissing him. The need to taste his lips was too strong to deny. Jameson sucked in a shocked breath, but then his mouth softened.

When I pulled away, I told him, “Don’t be embarrassed. You know I always think you’re cute as fuck.” Following my instinct, I wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close.

It was short-lived, Kira looking at us in this strange way before she said, “Ali and I should go.”

“Do you wanna go back to your place too?” I asked, and he nodded.

We walked with the girls back to his condo. We said our goodbyes outside, and then Jameson and I went in. “Thanks for hanging out with them a bit. I know that’s not what you came over for.”

“I came over to hang out, and that’s what I did. I like them.” As great as orgasms were, that didn’t mean it was the only thing we had to do with each other.

“Yeah, they’re the best. I don’t know what I’d do without them. Do you want a drink?” Jameson went for the kitchen, but I wrapped a hand around his wrist and tugged him closer.

“I want something in my mouth, but it’s not water.”

He gave me that adorable doe-eyed expression he got. “Okay.” Then it was Jameson who leaned in and kissed me. We stood there in his living room for a moment, bodies close, tongues taking turns tasting the inside of each other’s mouth. Fuck, he was a good kisser. Each time our lips met, it went straight to my head. I was pretty sure I was already addicted because I kept wanting more and more.

Jameson’s hands found their way to my waist, and he tugged me to him as he began walking backward to his bedroom. I liked this, liked that he felt comfortable leading a bit.

We got to his room, and I started unbuttoning his short-sleeved shirt. He almost always seemed to wear collared button-ups. When it was off, he jerked my tee over my head.

I opened his shorts and tugged them down, along with his underwear. Jameson’s thick erection stood tall, and he hissed when I wrapped a hand around him and stroked. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

“God, yes,” he replied before slamming his mouth down on mine again. It was a short, hungry kiss before I was stripping out of my clothes and going down to my knees.

“I think I’m going to have to sit down for this,” he said, nothing but pure honesty on his face. It twisted me up a little in this strange way I couldn’t make sense of.

Jameson sat on the edge of the bed. I stroked my cock as I crawled on my knees to follow him.

“Jesus, I can’t believe this is real.” He fingered my hair, touched my cheek. “Sorry.”

“What do you have to be sorry for? I’m the one who can’t believe I have free rein to play with you.” This truly was a gift he was giving me, that all these firsts would belong to me. One day, when Jameson found the guy he was with forever, I hoped he looked back on this summer and had the best memories. “Now sit back and let me work.”

I wrapped my hand around his thick, hot length and rubbed. When I got to the end, I squeezed just a little, watching his precome pearl at the tip. Leaning in, I swiped my tongue over it, sucking the drop onto my tongue.

“This won’t last long,” he told me again, all raw and honest. It was one of my favorite things about him.