Sidequest for Love by L.H. Cosway

His words made my heart feel like it was lit up in a shimmery glow. This time, I was the one to kiss him. I dragged my lips teasingly across his before deepening it, tasting him. I’d never kissed anyone like this. Up until this point, I’d only ever tolerated a man’s mouth on mine, but not now. Now, I was an active participant.

Neil had come into my life unexpectedly, and it was just as unexpected how he’d slowly become an intrinsic part of my reality. I’d once thought him dull and unimaginative. Now when I considered living in a Neil-less world, all I saw was grey. He was the glow that lit up my days, the colour that painted the canvas of my existence.

We kissed for countless minutes, exploring every inch of each other’s mouths before a brazen impulse struck. Sarita wouldn’t be home for at least a few more hours, which meant there was no chance of anyone walking in on us.

I broke the kiss, gulping down a lungful of air while Neil stared up at me, his eyes hooded, cheeks flushed. I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to drive him wild.

And that was why I started to climb off him, my knees hitting the floor. He watched me, chest rising and falling.

“What are you …” his voice trailed off as I reached for his fly, and his eyes followed the movement of my hands as I pulled down the zip. I swear he stopped breathing when I slipped my hand inside and cupped him. He was hot and hard and silky, and I gasped at the feel of him. Neil’s head fell back against the couch as he muttered strangled words under his breath.

“You’re so hard,” I said, gripping his firm length. My thighs trembled, clenching at the thought of him inside me.

He didn’t speak, just stared at me with starved, fascinated eyes like he couldn’t look away if he tried. I bent closer, pulling his cock free as I bent my lips to him. He hissed. I made sure to lock eyes with him as I slowly took him into my mouth. One of his hands gripped the arm of the couch while the other reached down to stroke my hair.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” he said, his voice hoarse. “But thank you.”

I smiled as I took in more of him, and he swore profusely. I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, and a violent shudder went through him. I knew from the small details he’d mentioned here and there that it’d been a while since he last had sex. It had been a couple of months for me, too, and I wanted to make this good for him. For both of us.

I bobbed my head, increasing my rhythm and watching him, savouring all his little reactions and loving being the one to do this to him. I relished the control of it, the power of being able to render him so completely mindless.

He was mine. Always. After last night and today, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to let him go. He was a part of me now, had made a place for himself in my heart and soul. He had no idea how much his reassurances meant to me. I needed to know that he wasn’t just going to cast me aside, and Neil had no reservations about letting me know he was here for the long haul.

I tasted a salty spurt of pre-cum, and his body tensed. He stared down at me, and I made sure to hold his gaze as he came with a strangled grunt, his hand caressing my cheek as he watched me, his features etched in awe.

He said he was obsessed with me, but I was just as obsessed with him.

And then, like an annoying fly buzzing in our faces, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

“Ignore it,” I urged.

Neil frowned, his regretful eyes wandering over me. “I have to go.”

“What? Right now? Why?”

“Remember what I said about Annabelle blackmailing me into organising a night out with Callum?”

I gaped at him. “That’s tonight?”

He nodded, looking vaguely ill.

“Well, then,” I said determinedly. “I’m coming with you.”

“Afric, it’s going to be a nightmare.”

“So why would I let you face it alone?” I countered.

“You really want to come?”

“Yes. I really do. Let me be the person in your corner, Neil.”

His eyes caressed me like I was the most beautiful, wondrous thing he’d ever seen. “I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. We deserve each other. Now, come on, let’s get this awful experience over and done with so that you can take me back to your place tonight and return the favour I just bestowed upon you.”

At this, his eyes heated. “I want to return it right now.”

I shot him a coy look as I stood and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. “Patience is a virtue, baby boy.”

Neil groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me.”





19.



Neil

If a higher power were trying to punish me, then they’d curated this night perfectly.

Annabelle had chosen the venue, and it was the sort of place I actively avoided. Loud music. Flashing lights. Overcrowded bar.

When the bouncer recognised Callum and Leanne, he insisted on sorting us out with a private booth in the VIP section. He was a huge Running on Air fan. None of the others had been able to make it at such short notice, which meant it was just me, Annabelle, Afric, Callum, and Leanne seated at the booth. Callum and Leanne sat on one side while I was wedged between Afric and Annabelle on the other.

Safe to say, this was one of my least favourite outings to date.

When we arrived, Callum had given me an impressed look, like I was cultivating some sort of harem for myself. It killed me to lie to him as I insisted Afric was just a friend. Nothing could be further from the truth. Afric was so much more than a friend to me now.