He continued making his way down my body, then hooked his fingers in the waistband of my shorts. With just a few deft movements, all my clothing was gone and I was bared to him. He licked me once and I let out a cry of pleasure. After so long as just friends, I was sure it’d feel obscene to be making these noises in front of him if I weren’t so aroused. In that moment I didn’t care about anything. I just wanted him to touch me, devour me, make me come.

He licked me again, this time with more pressure, and my thighs clamped around his shoulders.

“Ooooh,” I moaned, hands going to my breasts as he continued to work me with his mouth.

I glanced down and saw him take his long, thick shaft in hand, jerking himself as he brought me to orgasm. The idea that he couldn’t keep his hands from going there, that eating me out turned him on that much, felt electrifying. He sucked on my clit, then went lower, his tongue slipping inside me for a second. It felt soft and wet and wonderful. He groaned and his jerking sped up when a tremble shattered through me. I was close. We both were.

I felt a wetness coat my thigh when he came, his body stilling as he groaned into my sex. He didn’t stop tonguing me, and soon his fingers found my entrance. They plunged inside with a fierceness I’d never felt before, moving in and out in a frenzy. The noises he made felt like he was fucking me with more than just his fingers. He was so aroused, even though he’d just come.

My orgasm arrived hard and fast. Pleasure shattered through me as he gripped my hips, his tongue flittering against my clit in a way I was sure required expert training or some kind of natural skill.

“That was fucking beautiful,” he rasped as I floated down from my high.

He pulled me into his arms, shifting us and tugging the duvet over our bodies. I wasn’t sure why, maybe I was simply high off my orgasm, but I laughed.

“No,” I declared. “It was fucking epic.”

Trev laughed too and tightened his arms around me. I closed my eyes, letting the foreign sense of peace wash over me. I wasn’t used to it, wasn’t used to lying in bed with a man I had real, strong feelings for.

“Told you it would be,” he replied, and even though my eyes were closed I could tell he was grinning.

I had no idea what the morning would bring, no idea what trials and tribulations might be ahead of us, but for now I was just going to enjoy the moment. I was going to savour the connection I had with this strange, beautiful, flawed, unpredictable man.

And deep in my heart I knew this was a night I wouldn’t soon forget.

END.

Hearts on Air

The Heart Series #6

By L.H. Cosway

Preface

Dear readers,

Too often we listen to songs and never know the stories behind them.

This is the story of a song.

Happiness is the glint in your eye.

It’s the touch of your hand.

It’s the butterfly wings

beating inside my chest.

And just like all these things,

It’s fleeting, passing, passed.

Queenie, “Hi Happiness. Goodbye.”

Prologue

2 years ago.

I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing.

Trev’s bare chest was glued to my back, his arms wrapped tight around me. He was still sleeping but the noise soon woke him, too. He stirred and shifted, reaching past me to grab his phone on my dresser. I feigned unconsciousness as he answered, his voice husky from sleep.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck off.”

“Fuck. Off.”

“No bloody way, you’re lying. Are you shitting me right now?”

He jumped out of bed and began frantically pacing the room. At this I moved to sit up. I was sure my hair was a mess and my makeup smudged halfway down my face. What happened between us last night still felt slightly unreal. I’d done things with my best friend, not sex, but sexual things.

My heart fluttered in my chest as I drew the blanket tight around me. Outside, the pitter-patter of morning rain beat softly against the window. There was excitement in my belly, but something else, too. Self-consciousness. Trev had been oh-so romantic last night, telling me how beautiful I was, how much he wanted me, how I got to choose what happened between us from that moment on. I wondered if he still felt the same in the cold light of day.

He turned as he paced, his eyes coming to mine. They were bright, full of promise and possibility. He looked at me like I was his every dream come true, and my worries momentarily dissipated.

“Okay, I’ll be there in an hour. See you then,” he said and hung up. He ran a hand down his face and blinked a few times as though trying to make sense of everything. He jumped onto the bed and grabbed me by the shoulders.

“You’re not going to believe this,” he exclaimed, every part of him shimmering with unspent energy.

“What? What?” I asked, nervous despite his giant smile.

“Our show’s just been given the green light.”

I gaped, unsure how to respond. Several weeks ago, Trev had been contacted by a TV exec interested in making a reality show about him and his free-running group. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. We’re going to be on TV,” he practically yelled, and I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Trev had courted a television deal for years, but it always felt like a pipe dream.

Pride and happiness surged inside me as I dove forward and pulled him into a hug. “Oh my goodness, Trev, this is huge. I’m so happy for you.”

“I feel like I’m dreaming,” he whispered and squeezed me tight.

“Well, you’re not. It’s real,” I whispered back.

My heart filled with pride for him, while at the same time a slow and insidious thought crept into my head. Trev hadn’t been looking at me like I was his dream come true. His dream had been coming true over the phone; I just happened to be in the room while it was happening. This was a big day for him, and in spite of what happened between us last night—despite my joy and feeling as though our time had finally come—my reaction needed to be as his best friend. My best friend was going to be on TV.

Trev pressed a kiss to my lips and climbed off the bed again. He started pulling his clothes on as he said, “I’ve got to meet the lads down at Channel 4, but can we get together for lunch?”