Chapter Twenty-Nine- An Old Couple’s Mistake

I jerked back, shoving him away. I couldn’t believe it. He had pulled me into the cupboard I had pointed out earlier, and he’d only gone and kissed me again! What was he playing at?! He stared at me through the dark, his face flushed but his eyes clear.

When I had finally composed myself enough to speak, my voice was level, “You were never going to bring Harry in here.”

He cocked his head to the side, an amused smirk curling on his lips, “No, but don’t you dare go all high and mighty on me. I know I’m not one-sided in this.”

“I have Danny.”

He gave a derisive snort, “What? The wannabe popular who just looks like a complete ponce? Everyone knows that hair’s not natural.”

“He’s not the only guy ever to have used straighteners,” I snapped, having seen the curls personally and remembering Danny’s cute little pout when I had laughed. “You even use them, you hypocrite!”

“About once a month on a bad hair day,” he corrected. “And- besides- I don’t pretend to be all masculine. I’m surprised he hasn’t gone the whole hog and tried out for football or rugby!”

“You have Harry,” I shot back.

A sigh came through the semi-darkness, “And that is regretful… But, if I had to pick:”

Then his mouth was on mine again smoothly, pushing me back against the wall, but- this time- I couldn’t seem to shove him off. Instead, I gathered him close, absorbing his sweet taste as my mouth caressed his, his tongue slipping past the borders of my lips. His hands became entangled in my hair against the onslaught as the dam of hidden lust shattered at both ends.

His scent filled me as my hands explored every part of his body, making me buzz pleasantly with both excitement and contentment. Breaking the kiss, he reached over and snapped the lock on the door shut. “Yeah, Tom…” he breathed. “You don’t want me…”

“Shut up,” I hissed, fixing my mouth over his once more. I felt his lips curve as he shifted, using them to kiss along my jaw and down onto my neck- an area that he knew that he could exploit. He did so for a long moment, reducing me to a desperate, writhing mess against him.

Then he continued down, dropping to his knees in front of my wide eyes. My already ragged breathing took a turn for the worst as he reached up towards my belt, pushing up my t-shirt and kissing the skin in front of him.

He slapped away the hands that came down to stop him, and undid my belt, sliding down my fly patiently, while he bit and sucked on the skin of my stomach. I barely noticed the loss of my trousers as he swirled his tongue around my navel. Then he pulled back, giving me a wicked grin and tracing the rim of my boxers idly, before yanking them down as well.

The pleasure was immediate, and I moaned the second his mouth fixed over my already half erect penis. “Dougie…” I muttered, my hands finding his shoulders. “Dougie…”

He began to move his mouth up and down my length, nibbling on the tip sensuously. His tongue swirled around the tip, making me arch my back in an attempt to give him more of me. But he evaded me, lacing sweet kisses up my length before finally taking mercy and deep-throating me.

My head spun with the feeling, and I found myself bucking my hips even more in order to increase the friction. My skin was flushed, and I felt a sheen of sweat form over my face and body. My hands found the back of his head, holding him in place so that he couldn’t stop giving me this immense pleasure. Then, with a final gasp, I ejaculated into his mouth, and my head fell back.

But, as my head cleared and my grip on his head loosened, I came back into myself. What the hell had we just done? As Dougie pulled up my boxers and trousers again for me, I was struck by terror. I had just allowed my ex-boyfriend to give me a blow-job in a cupboard, less than an hour after saying goodbye to my current boyfriend! What was wrong with me?!

Dougie smirked at me as he stood up, trailing his tongue along his lower lip. He took in my face, and sighed, “Came down off that quick enough, didn’t you?”

“You have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend.”

He shushed my stammering calmly. “I know…” he whispered, laying a finger against my lips. “And I wish I could control it, but I just can’t help myself…”

“Well, you’ll have to learn,” I told him harshly, pushing him away from me and heading for the door.

He caught my arm, and I turned my head to look into his pleading eyes. “Don’t ask me to do that, Tom…” he whispered, his voice hitching. “Please…”

I lowered my voice, stared him down, “I’m not asking you, Dougie.” I tore my gaze off his, swallowed, “I’m not betraying my best friend anymore. This never should have happened, and it’s not happening again.”

“Notice how Danny doesn’t factor in,” he growled.