fact you’ve had different experiences to other people actually makes you pretty normal. I’d go so far as to call you banal.”
I’m relieved to see the slight quirk at the edge of Web’s lips. “Banal?”
I nod. “Mmmhmm. Intensely ordinary.”
Smiling softly, he lifts a hand to thread through the back of my hair, guiding my face down toward him and meeting my lips with a gentle kiss.
“You don’t have to worry about me not enjoying anything,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Web—”
“I want you,” He declares, cutting me off. “I want you, Jesse.”
And then I feel his hands sliding down my back and under the fabric of my t-shirt, licks of fire on my bare skin. I crash my lips back to Web’s just as his body arches off the bed to meet mine, prompting me to groan desperately against his lips at the contact.
“Jesus, Web…” I murmur breathlessly against the side of his mouth, my fingers curling tightly into his biceps as our bodies move together with delicious, heady friction.
I don’t know what it is, but there’s something so completely hot about the fact we still have all our clothes on.
“Jess…fuck…” Web lets out a harsh groan before catching my lips again and moving his hands to my ass, holding me in a bruising grip as he continues to thrust his hips up, rutting into my cock with the kind of needy desperation that tells me he’s nearing the edge.
Sure enough, it’s not long before Web’s body tenses up, and with a hoarse cry of, “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” there’s the unmistakable sensation of liquid pooling at the crotch of his jeans. I was already close to the brink myself, but this just pushes me over, and with a strangled cry, I come in my pants for the first time since I was a teenager.
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From the private Facebook group ‘Finchley Locals Community Hangout’
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Post by Genevieve Goode: Please stop asking me about the damn bus!
Web
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“Oh my god,” I say with a groan of embarrassment, lifting a hand to rub over my face. “I just came in my pants.”
Jesse lets out a soft laugh as he stretches out beside me. He leans in close and throws an arm over my chest, as though he’s somehow claiming me.
Stupid. That’s not what he’s doing. Get a grip, Web.
“So did I,” he says with a lazy grin. “First time that’s happened for a while.”
First time that’s happened ever. But I’m not about to admit that.
As though he can read my thoughts, Jesse pushes himself up on his elbow, resting his head in his hand as he eyes me curiously. “Have you heard the term ‘demisexual’ before?”
“Ah, I think so…it’s like asexual isn’t it?”
Jesse lifts his hand from my chest and turns it in a so-so motion. “A little bit. There’s a debate about whether it’s really part of the ace spectrum, but that’s really a whole other discussion. Basically, demisexuals are only sexually attracted to people they have emotional bonds with,” he explains. “I’m not saying that’s what you are. It’s definitely not up to me to label you, but it might be worth looking into.”
“Huh.” I consider the words for a moment, mulling them over. It definitely seems to fit my situation, I suppose…
“But, then again, maybe you’re just one of those people who are only attracted to people who’s name starts with J, or something like that,” Jesse says with a smile.
I eye him skeptically. “There are people who only get attracted to people who’s names start with a certain letter?”
He lifts his shoulder in a casual shrug. “Probably.” Rolling back onto his stomach, he half drapes himself over my body as he looks down into my face. “Like I said, everyone experiences sex and sexual attraction differently. I hate to break it to you, but you’re not that special.”
With a grin, he drops his lips to mine again and I respond instantly, savoring the kiss as it turns from something soft and sweet to something far more heated.
I manage to pry myself from Jesse before we can get completely carried away again, though, and after taking a moment to gather my breath, I start pushing up off the bed.
“I should get going. Slater and I have a job in Placer tomorrow. It’ll be an early start.” Standing up, I stare down at the mess on my crotch in apprehension. “What are the chances of running into Missy Clarke or one of the other professional gossips with cum-stained pants?”
Jesse chuckles and