Strawberry Kisses by Charlie Novak

Author:Charlie Novak [Novak, Charlie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-11-11T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Patrick

There was a wild sparkle in Connor’s eyes and a fierce grin on his plush lips as we spun to a stop, our hands clutching on to each other. My chest was heaving, but I wasn’t just out of breath from the dancing. Something about Connor made me feel alive. His energy was electric.

I was utterly entranced. My heart pounded, want surging through me. Was it odd to feel this way after dancing together? It wasn’t as if we’d done anything particularly sexy, but just the feel of his hand in mine and the look of pure exhilaration and happiness on his face was enough.

That and the kissing.

God, the kissing.

My tips tingled at the ghostly remembrance of his lips against mine and the way his tongue had pressed against the seam of my mouth like he was claiming me for his own.

The dance floor was beginning to clear, the band setting their instruments down for the first of their breaks. Most of the other guests had decided to hit the bar or had grabbed a seat on the nearest benches.

“What do you want to do?” Connor asked, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His fingers were still entwined with mine.

What did I want? That was the million-pound question.

If I were honest with myself—really, truly honest—I wanted Connor. I wanted to take him upstairs and peel off his shirt and beautifully tight trousers. I wanted to kiss him until there was no breath left in my body. I wanted all the things I’d never shared with another person before. Because if I was going to do them with anyone, I wanted to do them with Connor.

My one fear was that he wouldn’t want them with me.

Connor might have kissed me, fallen asleep on me, and pushed up against me in bed, but that didn’t necessarily mean he wanted anything more with me. I was sure he preferred his partners with a bit more experience than I had. After all, who really wanted to guide a nearly-thirty-year-old gay virgin through his first blowjob? Or at least his first blowjob on a real dick, not just the dildo he’d finally bought last year. I was never going to be worthy of him, not really. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t try. Just because I knew I’d fall short didn’t mean I couldn’t reach for the stars.

“I… I…” My tongue was tied, and I realised I still stood on the dancefloor, probably looking like a first-class idiot. “Shall we go back to the house?”

“The house is good,” Connor said, leading me off the floor. He grabbed his jacket off the bench as we passed, carrying it on one arm. The sun was lower in the sky as we emerged this time, a soft breeze ruffling my hair. I had no idea what time it was, but my guess was about half seven. There were a few people milling around with drinks and some kids playing in the field—turning cartwheels, doing handstands, and playing with the giant Jenga set we’d set up.

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