“I get it. Your mum is worried. Though, she is a good cook, has she taught you how to cook?”
“A little,” I sighed and listened to his heartbeat.
His head swivelled. “So this is your room.”
I lifted my head from his chest and watched him look around. “Yeah? What about it?”
He shrugged. “Nothing, just stating the obvious. It’s a nice room.”
“It has great shelving,” I hinted.
He said nothing.
“Not all, but a good majority of those books will be coming with me...”
Still, he said nothing.
I sighed and let him go; marching around to the other side of the bed and the stack of luggage I had been filling. There was a nagging feeling in the back of my mind. Was I moving in to be an equal partner with Jai and have the same rights in the flat even though his name was on the contract, or was I really just a visitor?
Again with the over analysing. I’m an addict.
“Do you think your parents will let you take the shelves?”
There was a solution. “Maybe.”
Jai smiled and dropped onto my bed, causing it to squeak loudly.
He shuffled around and made the noise not only again but rhythmically.
Grabbing the pillow I whacked him in the face. “Stop that.”
“Stop what?” He laughed and made the bed rock again. “Do you mean this?”
“Why? Is it annoying?”
“My mum and dad are down stairs,” I hissed.
He reached up and yanked on my wrist, pulling me so I tumbled onto the bed with boobs into his face. Even through fabric I could feel his lips purse and press against my chest. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, keeping my body from being splayed spread eagle over Jai.
“Come back here,” he craned his head, mouth open.
I gasped as he gently bit me.
“Hmm,” he kissed the area better. “Do you want more?” As he asked for permission his hands came up and slipped under my shirt, his fingers diving under my bra. There, oh. He squeezed and pinched, using his forearms he pushed the hem of my shirt up and his face disappeared.
“Uh,” I rolled to the side, not able to support my weight any longer. His lips were separated from me in the process. Desperately, I snatched handfuls of his hair and pulled his head back.
Obviously taking the hint, Jai spun around so we laid the same way and rolled on top.
The bed squeaked.
I glared at the bed head. “This bed was bought with the purpose of never allowing me to have sex in it.”
“Why would you do something so torturous to yourself,” Jai rested on his forearms and grinned.
I loved the weight of him bearing down, especially when I’d wrap my legs around his hips and the pressure was all directed low. “Sorry, what were we talking about?”
He chuckled. “You are distracted way too easily.”
In answer, he rocked his hips, digging them into me and causing my thighs to tighten around him. “Talking isn’t necessary.”
“No, but if you keep moving like that this bed will keep on making noise.”
Somehow Jai slipped his hands down to cradle my ass in his palms, found his balance and swung me up and into the air as he stood. I let out a quick squeal. He caught it in a kiss. “You make more noise than that bed,” he murmured against my lips.
“I can be quiet.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Even if I was to do this?” Leaning in, he kissed my neck until he found that little sweet patch and alternated between biting and sucking. Hard.
I moaned and gripped his shoulders, bouncing up and down a little until he moaned against me. “We both make noise,” I whispered as he pulled back gasping for his own breath. It was fascinating to see him so breathless and feel him so worked up. His hands gripped each cheek as if he wanted to rip the shorts in half.
I frowned. “Please what?”
He kissed me instead of answering. With great skill, Jai wriggled his fingers and shifted his hold so that his fingertips were a little more useful.
I broke the kiss. “Stop dodging and answer me. What are you asking for?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” With his other hand he pressed me down on his bulge.
“You have an erection. That doesn’t clear up the question,” I played dumb and enjoyed it as he groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. “Frustrated?”
He fixed me with a steady glare.
It seemed to be a severe case of frustration, apparently. Trust me, the feeling was mutual. Could I have sex in my childhood bedroom with my parents in the lounge room and probably assuming that the act they never wanted their only child to ever perform, even if it would provide a grandchild, was in process?
I allowed my body to answer that query from my over-active brain.
First thing, he had to lose his pants.
“Put me down.”
His hand tightened.
“I can’t get undressed with you already between my legs. Maybe if I was wearing a dress we could make it work, but not right now.”
Realisation dawned as he suddenly dropped me, his hands moving to my shorts and then his jeans and snatching a condom from his pocket. “Bed?” Single syllables, was that what he was reduced to?
I shook my head. No way in hell, never, nope, nah. My parents had won that battle; I would never have sex on that thing as long as it occupied their home.
However, they had no chance of winning the war. They lost that when I lost my virginity. “Wall.” I too was reduced to single syllables, and then to unrecognisable grunts and groans and moans and then silence.