Page 19 of If I See You Again

Malcolm

T he house was suspiciously quiet when we got back.

“Mom? Dad?” I called out as we pulled off our jackets and made our way into the kitchen. There was a plate with some cookies on it and a note next to it.

Thought we’d go see a movie. Enjoy your evening.

Why did it feel like my parents were meddling again? Probably because they were. I crumpled up the note and tossed it into the trash can before picking up a cookie. They were still warm, so they hadn’t been gone for very long. It meant we had the house to ourselves for a few hours at least.

Chocolate exploded across my tongue as I took a bite.

As much as I teased my mother, if this was another one of her social media video recipes, I was a huge fan.

She’d always been a skilled cook, but with having an empty home, she’d just sort of gone nuts with it.

Dad had packed on a few pounds, and she’d taken to feeding a few of the neighbors as well.

“ Mmmm .” I closed my eyes and listened to David groan around his mouthful of cookie. “This is amazing. What did she put in these?”

I chuckled, taking another bite for myself. “I think they’re just chocolate chip, but they’re the smoothest and creamiest cookies I’ve ever had.” Was that the proper way to describe it? Who the hell cared?

We wandered back into the living room, and I collapsed onto the couch. David sank into the cushions next to me, way closer than was normal. Then again, after that display at the ice cream shop, maybe I should stop fighting it. Would it be so bad if I gave in and had fun? Just a little?

Although, having fun had landed me in this mess in the first place.

“David?” God, my voice shook so damn bad and that jittery feeling was back. Sort of like I’d had too much caffeine and my limbs vibrated with the need to move, but no matter what I did, nothing would settle that sensation.

His warm hand rested on my knee, and little zings of electricity bounced through my body, adding to my already over-sensitized condition. “Is something wrong, Malcolm?”

Was there? Nah. Other than feeling like a silly teenager back in high school, sitting on my parents’ couch next to my crush. I felt as if a huge part of me was missing. When I’d had these experiences the first time, I’d experienced them right alongside my brother.

Without meaning to, I thought back to one night in particular.

“She’s cute? Right?”

I huffed a laugh as Marcus ushered the two girls through the front door. If Mom and Dad knew that we’d had them over, they’d lose their shit. Marcus had been flirting with them all day, and I had to admit that Natalie was really pretty.

She had strawberry-blonde hair gathered back into French braids and a splash of freckles across her nose. She also had the prettiest blue eyes.

Her friend Hailey was just as gorgeous. They were the same height at about five-foot-three, much shorter than my brother and me, but Marcus always liked them on the petite side.

Marcus pulled Hailey onto his lap as he fell back into the recliner chair. She giggled, but went with him willingly. It didn’t take long before the two were engaged in a lip lock.

“I guess that’s supposed to be us, too, huh?” Natalie asked, sounding so unsure.

I put an arm around her and kissed the side of her head. “Only if you want. There’s no pressure.”

She grinned at me before pulling me to the couch. “You’re so sweet for being so noble and checking in.”

That night was hard to forget. It had been the first time I’d ever made out with a girl while she sat on my lap, grinding against me until I embarrassed myself.

Marcus hadn’t suffered the same fate. Mom and Dad came home before then, and we had to sneak the girls out the back door before we got into trouble.

“You still with me?”

I shook my head and gave David a sheepish smile. “Yeah, sorry about that. Was just remembering something.”

“Want to tell me about it?”

I chuckled, having a better idea. “Want to relive something with me?”

David raised a blond eyebrow in interest. “Don’t leave me in suspense.”

It all felt a little silly, but I chewed my bottom lip as I turned to face him.

The roles were reversed, but it didn’t stop me from swinging my leg up and over his lap.

When his big, warm hands landed on my hips to hold me in place, I leaned in close, running my nose along his jaw to take a whiff of him.

God, the man smelled amazing. He was a mixture of his own spicy undertones and my home.

It was incredible how staying at my parents’ house for one day could rub off on a person.

But I liked it on him. It brought a sense of peace that maybe this was okay.

The world wouldn’t end if I gave him a chance.

David’s breath hitched as I continued to nose at his face, ghosting my lips over his, but not quite kissing him. His fingers flexed against my hips, but didn’t pull me closer. He let me take this at my own pace.

“In high school, my brother and I used to sneak girls into the house when our parents were out.”

David snorted. “And you made out like horny teenagers?”

“You bet.”

He hummed, bumping his nose against mine. “Only the girls?”

I sighed. “Marcus knew about me being bi, but I was too afraid to explore it at the time. And maybe I thought it would make him uncomfortable. I don’t know.

But maybe now’s the time to fix that. Want to be the first boy I make out with on my parents’ couch?

” It was corny as hell, but warmth spread through my chest because it also felt right.

Like maybe I wasn’t supposed to have experienced it before until now.

That it was always supposed to have been him.

He didn’t answer me, just growled and crashed his lips to mine.

I melted into him as my fingers sank into his hair, loving the feel of his scratchy beard against my face.

When I slid forward in his lap, the hard outline of his cock was hard to miss and I rocked against him.

His mouth opened on a groan, and our tongues swiped together.

Hands roamed my back as I continued to tangle my fingers in David’s hair, our bodies grinding and bumping. Bliss danced behind my eyes, which were slammed closed, as we continued to devour each other.

When we finally came up for air, David’s hair was a mess. His hair, though completely disheveled, only made him look more alluring, especially with his bruised and kiss-swollen lips.

“Is that all you got for me, gorgeous?” I smirked at his crooked smile.

“Hardly.”

It was naughty. I’d never in a million sane years think of doing this, but there I was, slipping to my knees in front of David. Right there. In my parents’ living room. In my fucking thirties. My knees would hate me later.

“Well, damn,” he sighed, tipping his head back as my fingers unhooked his pants, pulled them open, and slid them down his thighs. He had to lift a little to help me, but with the way his cock punched at the front of his boxer briefs, a wet patch forming over his tip, I knew he was craving this.

I trailed my hand up and down his cloth-covered length, listening closely to his little contented moans. He was hot to the touch, and he throbbed beneath my palm. When I snuck my hand in through the opening in his underwear, he hissed when our skin came into contact.

“So what do you say, David? I’ve never done this before. Not here anyway. Want to fulfill a fantasy of mine?”

His hips surged from the couch, but he didn’t answer me. It was all the answer I needed as I pulled his dick out through the opening. I’d seen the thing a few times now, but it never failed to impress me. The dewy drop of pre-cum at his slit called to me as I ran my tongue through it.

Fingers worked into my hair, holding my head in place as my lips wrapped around his tip, sucking slowly.

“Oh, damn, gorgeous. That mouth is perfection.”

David’s hips punched up, but I didn’t let him further into my mouth. Instead, I let go of him, only to be rewarded with a whimper.

I lapped at his tip again, running my tongue along the edge of the head. David tried once more to shove my head down, but I held back, chuckling as I continued to tease him with small kisses and licks along his length.

“Patience. You’ll get a good reward. I promise.”

That got me a frustrated growl, but David didn’t push me again.

The next time I went down, I took him all the way in, swallowing around him to let him into my throat.

“Oh, God,” he cried, his fingers tightening in my hair again, but no longer trying to take control.

I sat like that for a few moments before pulling back, slurping up his shaft, making a mess with my spit and drool.

It was a sloppy blow job, but for some reason, it made it all that much better.

I wrapped my hand around his base and concentrated my suction at his tip, jacking him in time with the bobs of my head.

My throbbing cock was between my legs, and I regretted my lack of coordination and foresight—I couldn’t relieve myself, and my jeans were still fastened.

It almost didn’t matter. The more sounds of pleasure that David made, the more it was like a smooth caress along my length. I could get off on his sounds alone.

Little bursts of salty pre-cum kept hitting my tongue, and the way David kept pushing into my mouth told me he was right on the edge.

Good. That was exactly where I wanted him.

I doubled my efforts, hollowing out my cheeks and sucking harder, making the most obscene sounds as I groaned around his length.

And that was all it took.

“Coming,” was all the warning I got as warm pulses of cum filled my mouth. My eyes slammed closed as I savored the moment, and that I could make a new memory with someone special, like David. Because he was someone special and I hated that we were in such a shitty situation.

As David’s cock softened, I let it fall from my lips, dropping my head to his thigh and panting heavily. My dick still throbbed for attention, but I needed to come down from the high of getting David off.

I didn’t need to think. Didn’t need to ask. David knew exactly what I needed.

Within seconds I was hauled off the floor, ass on the couch, with my pants suddenly around my knees.

My cock sprang free of my underwear as David ran his scruffy jaw along my length.

The sensation had my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

Sweet Jesus, that was one of the best parts about being with a guy.

Women were all smooth, but I loved how rough and rugged a man could be.

“Keep that up and I’ll blow all over your face.” The words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them.

David chuckled. “Would that be so terrible, gorgeous? Wouldn’t you like to dirty me up a bit?”

Opening my eyes was a mistake. David was between my legs, and those blue eyes filled with so much lust and mischief as he stared up at me. That filthy pink tongue peeked out and gathered the bead of pre-cum from my tip, and that was it. I hadn’t been lying about being close.

I shot my load all over David’s face with a whimper, my eyes slamming closed once more because I’d never done something like that before.

My breaths heaved in and out of my lungs as I tried to gather myself and fall back to earth. I was floating somewhere in the stratosphere. Orbiting.