Mine Read Free

balcony.”
    “It’s cold out there.”
    “It’s quiet. I’ll keep you warm.”
    “You’re fulla shit.”
    I tipped my head toward the sliding glass door anyway.
    He left me then, heading for the patio. I got his beer and another Crown and Coke for me, grabbed my parka, and followed him out. He was shivering when I reached him, and when he exhaled, I could see it. I put my coat around him and stepped close so I could watch him drink.
    “What?” He smiled at me, sniffling in the cold.
    “You’re beautiful.”
    He scoffed. “You don’t hafta flatter me; I’ll suck your cock for you.” He looked over his shoulder. “There’s a corner over—”
    “Yeah, I saw you doin’ that at Jimmy Drake’s party,” I cut him off, fisting a hand in his heavy wool sweater so he couldn’t move. “You were on your knees all night, huh?”
    His eyes were back, finally actually meeting mine instead of looking everywhere but. I lifted my hand to his cheek and dragged my thumb over his gorgeous mouth. He had full lips, plump and dark and made to be kissed.
    “How ’bout I kiss you and after that you can put your dick in my mouth.”
    The huge eyes—blue-green, a color I remembered from a cup I had glazed in a ceramics class in high school, peacock blue, an absolute sum of the two—absorbed my face. “You don’t have to work this hard,” he told me. “I give it away.”
    I grunted as I leaned in and took possession of the lips that had haunted my dreams. And he tasted like beer and peanuts with a hint of cherry Life Savers. I pulled away fast, took his beer back, put my drink on the table beside his, turned, and rushed him. My hands were on his face as I kissed him the second time, pile driving him into the wall, taking it all, his breath, his saliva, his whimpers and sighs. My tongue pushed and shoved his, tangling and stroking, as I ravaged him and took what I wanted. My hands went under his sweater, burrowed down beneath the T-shirt and found skin that was sleek, warm, and silky. His smooth stomach trembled under my hand, and when I shoved my knee between his thighs, his hoarse groan made me hard. I kissed him until he had to shove me off to breathe.
    “Come home with me and lemme talk to you, because you’re confused about stuff.”
    “Not confused,” he panted, long, feathery lashes fluttering. “Whore.”
    “Not anymore,” I told him, and kissed him breathless again. I sucked his tongue into my mouth, loosened his belt, worked his jeans open, and got my hand down into his briefs.
    His gasp as I unsealed my mouth from his made me smile.
    “You’re treating me like a whore.”
    “I’m treating you like you’re mine,” I corrected him. “’Cause from now on… this only gets done with me.”
    “No one keeps me,” he groaned, pushing up into my hand, eyes closed, mouth open, head back against the wall.
    “Until now,” I said, reclaiming his mouth, chewing on his lip. I didn’t let him pull away until, between me jerking him off, putting hickeys on his neck, shoving my left hand down the back of his jeans, and sliding my fingers over his crease, he came in my fist with a shuddering, muffled yell.
    “Jesus, you made me come with just your voice telling me to.”
    That and a hand job with some frottage thrown in for good measure.
    “Fuck.”
    I chuckled and licked a line up the side of his neck to behind his ear, sucking the sensitive skin before returning to his sweet mouth. The man took direction well, and I liked that. I wiped my hand on the T-shirt I was wearing under my own sweater.
    “What are you doing?” he snapped at me, shoving me away from him so he could take a gulp of air. “If you do that, you’ll have my cum on you.”
    “It’ll just be the first of many times, right?”
    He whimpered in the back of his throat. “Nobody wants me. I’m all used up and—”
    “Nope.” I refused to hear it. “You’re a light, you’re my light, gonna be just mine.”
    The tears came so fast.