“I also said you were hot and popular.” Ozrik’s smile was contagious. “Are you asking me out?”
He shuffled closer, resting a hand on my hip. “Would you say yes?”
“Are you?”
“I’m asking you out.”
“Then yes.”
Ozrik closed the distance. Our mouths joined. A blanket of slowly emerging stars covered us as we got lost in one another. Was this happening? How was it real?
I was becoming familiar with kissing and lost all reservations. The tentativeness that had existed the first few times we came together vanished. When Ozrik rolled me to my back and straddled my waist, I pulled him down against me, delving deeper into his mouth.
I regretted that returning to the motel would mean severing this bond. It was my doing. My issue. My choice. I wanted to be braver and not care what other people thought. Ozrik made me believe it was possible.
Something about racing off on our own, disregarding the rules, and witnessing a tornado had changed me. It rocked my foundation. I felt emboldened. Alive. When I got home, I would tell my dad the truth. Ozrik was right. I could be a little out without waving a flag or marching in a parade. The weight of this secret was too much to carry, and Dad would understand. He would love me regardless.
Ozrik snuck a hand under my shirt and glided it over my bare abdomen. Braver, I skated my palms up his arms and down his chest. After the sex introduction the previous night, I wanted more. Without thinking too hard about what I was doing, I pushed his shirt up.
We broke the kiss, and he peered down at me. “Off?”
“Yes.”
I tugged it over his head.
Taking that as his cue, Ozrik did the same with mine. Goose bumps prickled my flesh, even though it wasn’t cold. My nerves were live wires, snapping and zapping with anticipation.
Ozrik scanned my bare chest, lips curling into a grin. “I can see you better tonight.”
I didn’t think I was much to see, but he seemed pleased.
He kissed me again, saving me the trouble of finding words to respond. His necklace dangled between us, and I almost laughed into the kiss, remembering the engraving.
We couldn’t stop touching one another, exploring, savoring, and memorizing. In time, Ozrik made his way south and thumbed the button on my pants before lowering the zipper. Then, he did the same to his own. With his higher position and the loose style of his jeans, they slipped low on his hips, catching on his thighs, and exposing his underwear and the prominent swell in front.
I was in a similar state, and Ozrik unashamedly stared at my cock where it pressed against my open pants.
“I want to taste you, Gale.” He dragged a hand over my erection, pushing my pants aside to give it more freedom.
I whimpered.
“May I?” he asked when I didn’t respond coherently.
I nodded, hoping I didn’t look as desperate as I felt.
He snagged my belt loops. “Lift up.”
I lifted, and he pulled both my pants and underwear down. He didn’t remove them completely, and my legs were trapped, but when his hot, wet mouth met mine again, I forgot to care. His tongue lanced mine as he fondled my bare cock, gently stroking and rubbing his thumb over the tip.
He ground our erections together, and I was sad his was still nestled in his underwear. It was my turn to take action. I fit my hands under the band and shoved them down.
Contact.
My skin blazed.
My blood surged.
I groaned and arched into him.