Page 29 of Up All Night
“Come here.” Denver was already sprawled in the oversized chair, taking up far more real estate than I’d thought possible. I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to fit, but then Denver patted his thigh.
Huh.I didn’t know what I thought about that suggestion, but an invisible magnet pulled me to the chair nonetheless. Denver had already shed his shirt, revealing that wide chest I liked so much and leaving him only in faded jeans with the top button undone. I reached for the hem of my own T-shirt, but when my fingers encountered the damp flesh of my side, I let the shirt fall back down.
“Should we shower?” I glanced back at the doorway to the small bathroom. It had a stall shower, a far cry from Denver’s huge tub. Might be a tight squeeze and not the fun kind. “Or at least me? I’m?—”
“Perfect.” Denver patted his thigh again, legs falling open invitingly. “I’m not afraid of a little sweat, but I am afraid of that scary-looking shower back there.”
The bathroom was in rougher shape than the living space of the carriage house, with a cracked mirror, a pedestal sink with separate hot and cold taps, mismatched flooring, and a bent shower door stained with some sort of rust. The vinyl of the shower stall itself had at least one crack, so Denver’s reluctance made sense. God only knew when the water had last been turned on in there.
“Point taken. We’ll make cleaning the bathroom up and possibly replacing the shower a priority.”
“Replacing. Some things can’t be saved.” Denver’s tone was pragmatic, as it had been while sorting through boxes. He was unburdened by the sentimentality that could paralyze me, and I’d enjoyed working with him a great deal. We’d gotten far more done than I would have alone. Denver jerked a thumb over at the bathroom. “I’ll help.”
“You will?” My eyes went wide, and Denver’s mouth pursed. Crap. Maybe he hadn’t meant to offer. I spoke fast before he could rethink. “That’s great. Looking forward to it.”
I was all-in on any chance to see more of Denver, in or out of bed. And the carriage house work did need doing, and the less I needed Eric’s help, the better. The kids and his return to his paramedic job had him busy enough.
“I’m looking forward to you in fewer clothes,” Denver drawled, and I finally went ahead and pulled off my T-shirt. Moving closer to him, I let him pull me into his lap. I ended up half on him and half on the chair, but this definitely qualified as in someone’s lap, which was an odd and entirely new sensation. Denver wrapped his arms around me, and despite the newness of the position, my whole body relaxed.
“This is weird.”
“The chair?” Denver moved a hand from me to the arm of the chair, squeezing as if testing the strength of the structure.
“The position.” I yanked his hand back to where he’d had it, resting against my stomach. He tried to move to give me more room in the chair, but I hooked a leg around his to prevent him from going anywhere. “No, don’t move. I meant it’s weird how much I like this.”
Denver chuckled and held me closer. “You’re funny. You’re completely cool with how much you love sucking cock and getting rimmed, but you’re all shy about a little cuddling.”
“Is that what this is?” I couldn’t say as I had a ton of experience with cuddling, certainly not with another guy.
“For starters.” Giving me an exaggerated leer, Denver pulled me in for a fast kiss. Or rather, he tried to make it fast, but I wouldn’t let him escape, deepening the kiss until he gave in with a groan. So far, he’d kissed me in a number of circumstances—sexy, friendly, comforting. However, this was the first I could say wassweet. Like a perfect slice of birthday cake, sweet with a depth of emotion as opposed to other sweets like a candy bar in the checkout line.
I might not be well-versed in the rules of flings and hookups, but I was fairly certain I wasn’t supposed to be feeling half the things Denver inspired in me. But hell if I was going to let him go. I kissed him with fierce intensity, grateful when he responded in kind. He sucked hard on my tongue, and I shivered. He gathered me against his chest, and my shudder turned into a happy sigh.
“Okay, maybe this is more nice than weird.” I offered him a dopey smile.
“Nice?” He chuckled before nipping at my neck. “I think we can do better thannice.”
Denver kissed my neck with delicious thoroughness, finding every last nerve ending from below my ear to my Adam’s apple to the line where my neck and shoulder met. I moved restlessly in his lap, both loving the position and also desperate for some friction for my aching cock. Denver swept his hands up and down my sides, but the light touches were far from enough.
“Damn. I need…”
“Straddle me.” Denver’s tone didn’t offer room for objections, and I scrambled around, more concerned with meeting his order than any awkwardness. I shifted until my knees were on either side of him, and we could kiss face to face, bare chests rubbing together. Straddling him made it easier to rock against him, absorbing all his strength and solidness. But with each kiss and touch, my body heated further. I broke away with a groan.
“More.”
Denver slumped farther in the chair, creating space between us. “Take my dick out.”
“Are we gonna fuck?” My voice was more hopeful than nervous. With each encounter, I trusted Denver more and wanted everything he had to offer.
“Nah.” Denver laughed. “That’s the one activity that might benefit from showering first.”
“Oh. Yeah.” Hygiene. I should have thought of that, but this was all so new.
“But I’ve got you.” Denver captured my hands and led them to his fly. His dick was as rock hard as mine, eager to escape the confines of his zipper, and its heavy length fell into my grasp as soon as I worked his zipper down. “Jack me.”
Denver didn’t have to ask me twice. I loved how he felt in my hand, weighty, substantial yet delicate, with soft skin and a perfectly round cockhead.
“I like touching you.” I stroked his chest with my free hand, enjoying the faint rasp of fuzz.