Tomorrow Is Never Promised

Chapter 13

Oliver

Holy s**t, holy s**t. I was kissing Ethan.

His lips were softer then I imagined, and the electricity I felt from the contact made my breath hitch. I instinctively parted my lips and he slid his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with my own.

Holy s**t.

I moaned at the sensation I felt from his tongue sliding against my own. The sensations I was feeling must have been just as good for Ethan because a hungry growl escaped from his throat, forcing my d**k to immediately take notice and press uncomfortably against my jeans. He brought a hand up to gently cup the back of my head to deepen the kiss.

Holy s**t.

I snaked my arms around his neck, afraid that he might come to his senses and immediately break the kiss. I didn’t want him to, I didn’t want this moment to end at all.

I felt like I did the first time I rode a rollercoaster, that first drop making my stomach flutter all over and my adrenaline spike from excitement. I had never felt this before, it was like a drug that I couldn’t get enough of, and my next fix resided within Ethan and his all too savory lips.

“Ollie,” He whispered into my mouth, and god the way he said my name made me want to rip his clothes off right on the spot. “We shouldn’t…”

But we didn’t let up.

“You're probably right.” I breathed heavily through my nose, needing oxygen but not wanting my lips to separate from his.

I felt his hand snake up the front of my shirt and run across my stomach, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I shuddered at the sensation. It had been so long since I was touched like this, felt wanted like this. I just wanted more, eagerly leaning into his touch to search for more of that sensation I didn’t even know I was missing.

I threw the blanket that I was wrapped up in off of me and planted a hand firmly on Ethan’s chest, pushing him back into the couch. I then swung my leg over so I could straddle his lap on either side. I leaned forward slightly, letting my hands cage either side of his head. He let his head relax onto the back of the couch and stared at me with half-lidded eyes. His hair was slightly disheveled and his lips were pink and swollen from our frantic kissing. He looked incredibly sexy.

I felt his finger dance along my forearms leaving goosebumps in their wake. They continued their trek up my arms, and then down my back before gliding effortlessly underneath my shirt. I gasped as his strong hands traveled up my back, his fingers stroking up the groove of my spine. His hand found the nape of my neck he brought my face back to his, claiming my mouth in another one of those earth shattering kisses that I just couldn’t get enough of.

I grinded my hips into his, causing my hard c**k to rub against his firm belly through my jeans and making me moan into his mouth. He gripped my hips firmly and the contact sent an electric feeling that zinged through my body. I pulled at the hem of his shirt, working it up his body, needing to feel more of his skin. He leaned forward so I could pull it up the rest of the way over his head and reveal an impressive torso underneath.

He had an intricate knot work tattoo on his left pec, which was slightly covered by a dusting of dark red hair that covered his large chest. The trail continued down between his pecs, across his stomach, and disappeared into his jeans. The one thing, or things I should say, that caught my eye were the silver barbells driven through both of his n*****s. I licked my lips, wondering what it would taste like to have one of those between my lips. I didn’t waste any time leaning forward and capturing one of his n*****s in my mouth.

“Unghh.. fuck.” He moaned, arching his back toward me.

I smiled deviously, the fact that I had this strong, capable man falling apart before me, empowered me to new levels. His hand left my neck and grabbed a handful of my hair, tugging slightly and causing a wave of pleasure to ripple over me that had my breath catching. He lifted my head up to capture my mouth in another frenzied kiss, our tongues clashing and moving together in sync.

My hands seemed to have a mind of their own, one rubbing his chest and the other sliding down to rub his straining c**k through his jeans. His hands glided up my sides, hooking my shirt as he went and then pulling it over my head in one flawless motion. He then planted his mouth on my exposed chest, sucking and licking at one of my n*****s. I threw my head back and bucked my hips into his lap, needing more. He granted that by wrapping his arms around me and laying me down on the couch, him on top of me and our naked torsos pressed together.

In a few fluid motions I unbuttoned his pants, unzipped them, and slid my hand into their depths. I grabbed his erection in my hand, forcing a strangled sound to escape his throat. The velvety skin and uncut flesh glided effortlessly in my palm. I began working his thick shaft, noticing that he was leaking precum. I used it as a lube to slide my hand over his girth and he drew in a ragged breath at the sensations he was feeling.

I was so preoccupied with what I was doing to Ethan that I didn’t even notice that he had worked my fly open. He hooked his thumbs into my jeans, pulling them, along with my underwear, down around my thighs. My c**k sprung from it’s confines and slapped against my stomach, leaving a small trail of precum. He pulled my hand away from his d**k and pulled his jeans down. He then took both of our lengths in his hand and began rocking his hips back and forth, letting them slide together.

Feeling his c**k slide against mine was enough to bring me ever so closer to that edge. I felt like I was going to fly apart at any moment, my orgasm building up slowly inside of me, causing me to buck my hips up against his and chase the feeling until it came crashing down on me.

“Ethan.” I whined, feeling my orgasm draw closer.

He began working his wrist in a twisting motion, sending sparks of desire that went straight to my balls.

“I need… f**k…” I made a frustrated noise. I couldn’t form articulate sentences, my pleasure centers successfully overriding my brain.

“Tell me what you need.” Ethan replied in a husky tone, staring deep into my eyes. His desire raged behind them like a burning inferno, and I wanted nothing more than to be engulfed by it.

“Ethan, please.” I begged.

He brushed his lips against my own, teasing a kiss that I desperately wanted. Bastard.

"Tell me." He demanded in a low, yet gentle tone. One that made me feel so wanted, and like I was most important person to him. Why that scared the s**t out of me, I couldn't quite place. But it made me feel… vulnerable.

"Need… to come." I managed to plea.

"Let go Ollie," His breathing was shallow, signaling that his own orgasm was near. "I'll get you there."

I claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss as he worked his hand diligently over our c***s, my release approaching quickly. It was small at first, starting as a tingle in my groin. But then it quickly grew to monstrous proportions as I felt my balls draw nearer to my body and then a pulsing sensation shot through me. I began to cry out in Ethan’s mouth as my c**k erupted, spilling ropes of c*m all over my chest and stomach.

"Fuuck!" Ethan shouted, followed by a low growl as I felt his c**k begin to pulsate against my own. His warm release painted my stomach and he collapsed on top of me, his body shuddering from his own powerful orgasm.

We both laid there, breathing heavily. Coming down from the powerful experience we shared together. Was it possible to die from an orgasm? I think it might be when Ethan was thrown into the equation.

My fingers glided up and down his spine absently, his skin sweaty and making them glide effortlessly. His breathing began to calm, and he seemed to sink further into me.

“That feels nice.” He mumbled pleasantly.

A pleasant warmth flooded through me and a grin involuntarily spread across my face. The fact that I had this sexy man melting like putty in my hands made me feel somewhat in charge and powerful. Plus, it was kind of adorable to see to see the grumpy detective so at peace.

But there was something else bubbling deep within my gut. It had my stomach turning up in knots, and it didn’t feel very good.

What did this mean for Ethan and I now? We had officially crossed the line and into uncharted territory. I had crossed the line when I kissed.

Not that I didn’t want to kiss him, I definitely wanted to kiss him. But then things had just happened so fast and now we were both lying here, covered in each other’s c*m, and wrapped up together. I was in no position to be romantically involved in anyone, let alone Ethan. He was sweet, and caring, and the way he looked at me when he was on top of me told me that he had feelings for me. This wasn’t just fun for him.

He deserved better.

Ethan

That was probably the best orgasm I've ever had. No, that was the best orgasm I've ever had. So then why did I feel guilty about what we just did?

I lifted my gaze to Oliver's, as if the answer to my guilt would be located somewhere in his expression. But when I looked into his eyes I could see that same guilt being reflected back to me. f**k.

"We should probably…" He trailed off, gesturing at the mess of c*m we had made on our bodies.

"Oh-yeah." I climbed off of him and quickly pulled my jeans back up. I could feel my face heating from embarrassment. How had I let myself lose control like that?

When he kissed me, there was a brief moment where I considered letting it slide. But god damn his kisses are so intoxicating. I couldn't let him get away so easy, my primal urges getting the better of me.

I rubbed the back of my neck nervously as I watched him pull his own jeans up and clamber off the couch. Obviously we needed to talk about what just happened. Though, would he even want to talk right now?

"Oliver-" I started but he cut me off.

"It's okay. I know what this was." He replied all too quickly, scrambling to find his shirt.

My eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "What do you mean?"

His expression was serious as he retrieved his shirt off the floor and turned to face me. "This was just a mishap-a one time thing that won't happen again. We just needed to get this out of our systems, and now we have."

I felt my heart drop at those words. I should feel overjoyed that he thought that way. So why did I just feel a piece of myself die knowing that we wouldn't be able to share something like that again?

I broke my gaze away from his in an attempt to hide the inner struggle bubbling within me. "Right," I nodded my head. "A mishap."

Except it wasn't a mishap. I knew exactly what I was doing, exactly what I wanted, and I think he did too. But apparently he didn't want this as much as I did, and why that hurt was unclear to me.

"I'll-uh-see you in the morning." I added in a low tone, still not meeting his gaze. I grabbed my shirt off the floor and brushed past him on my way to the staircase.

I jogged up the stairs, desperate to put as much space between myself and Oliver as possible. There were a lot of feelings bubbling around inside of me, and the last thing I needed to do was blurt out something that I would regret later.

I got to the guest bedroom and closed the door gently behind me before crossing over to the bed and sitting on it’s edge. I punched the pillow next to me in frustration, letting out a low growl.

“f*****g moron.” I mumbled to myself.

I should have stopped him when he kissed me. I should have created some excuse, any excuse to save us both this guilt. Although I think we both felt guilty for different reasons.

I felt like I took advantage of him somehow. He was in a vulnerable state with everything that was going on. The last thing he needed was me being all horny and shooting my load all over him.

My c**k perked up at the image of his expression as he came. His face twisting up out of pleasure, completely opening up to me in a way that made him look so beautiful.

I rubbed my hands over my face and groaned.

Why did I always have to f**k things up so royally?

I heard the sound of running water through the wall in the room next to me, signaling that Oliver was probably in the shower. I looked down at the dried c*m stuck in my belly hair and decided that a shower wouldn’t be a bad idea. A hot shower was always relaxing, and that’s what I needed right now, to relax.

As I stripped out of my jeans and underwear and crossed the room into the adjoining bathroom I couldn’t help but repeat what Oliver had said to me downstairs. The words echoing around in my brain and settling unpleasantly in my chest.

“This was just a mishap, a one time thing that won’t happen again.”

The only problem was that I didn’t feel like it was a mishap, I wanted it to happen again, and if anything what happened just made my feelings for him grow even stronger.

But if Oliver didn’t want it to happen again, then I wasn’t going to force it. Maybe this was a good idea. After all, hadn’t I gotten in trouble for this exact thing back in Boston? How many second chances could I get really?

I sighed and stepped under the hot spray.

This was for the best, I would see that eventually.