He groaned and his fingers tightened in my hair. His hips flexed harder, thrusting. “Suck me hard.” I clenched my lips and he groaned. “Fuck.” He said it over and over again, thrusting into my mouth. I was dripping wet, aroused, but I wasn’t going to stop until he gave me everything.
I rolled his balls in my hand and surrendered my mouth to him. He moaned, the muscles of his chest tightened, and then with a broken cry, he came in a hot rush, hitting the back of my throat.
I swallowed, licking him as he slid out of my mouth, his whole body shuddering.
“Fuck,” he said again. I got to my feet and he pulled me down to straddle him on the couch. “You’re going to kill me,” he said, “and even then, I still won’t have had enough.”
I laughed. “You sound like you’ve never gotten a blowjob before.”
He kissed me, deep and hard, then smiled wryly. “Not that kind of blowjob.”
“So, I get an A plus?”
“Are we grading each other now?” He didn’t wait for me to reply. “If we are then I’d have to grade you as the best I’ve ever had.”
I chuckled, not sure how I felt. On one hand, it was a compliment, but on the other, it reminded me of how active his sex life was, how many he’d ‘had’ before me…and how many there would be after me.
We took turns showering and then ate the early lunch he ordered from a delivery service. I knew I had to leave at some point, but I didn’t want to. I’d never felt th
e kind of hesitation I was feeling, the desire to keep the chapter open, to get some sort of commitment that our weekend encounter would not be the end.
I wondered what he was thinking, but I couldn’t ask him. I couldn’t ask anything. Would we see each other again? Was that even what I wanted?
He was still a player.
He was still my roommate’s brother.
I was still the same person who’d been trying to spend some time on my own, without the haze of sex or hookups, so I could evaluate what I wanted from my romantic life.
I was confused.
We finished eating and I helped him clear the plates. “I should head home,” I said softly.
He sighed. “It’s unreasonable how much I’ve been dreading the moment you’d say that.”
I felt so much relief that he was feeling the same hesitation I was feeling, and it was almost pathetic. “I had a great time.”
“But…”
“But nothing. The weekend is over. I have to go home at some point.”
“You’re right.” He tapped his fingers on the table in a short staccato rhythm. “I’ll take you as soon as you’re ready,” he said. “And…I asked Leonard to do some shopping for you.”
I frowned. “I don’t understand.”
“A change of clothes.”
“Oh.” For a moment I’d been afraid he was going to give me a token gift because we’d had sex, which would have been insulting.
He followed me back to his room and I saw the shopping bags beside the nightstand. Inside, there were two options, a dress in a soft jersey fabric with ballerina flats, and a plain top with jeans and sneakers—and, of course, underwear.
I looked at Jason. “Leonard got the sizes right.”
Jason grinned. “I got the sizes right.”
I nodded. “Seems you’re very familiar with the female body.”
He gave me a quizzical look but didn’t say anything.