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But what else could we get up to while we were there? Excitement shot through me. Did I really have a boyfriend?

I’d never had one before, and my heart thudded in my chest. It was a wonder Mac couldn’t hear it; it beat so loud in my ears.

Was it my imagination, or was Mac driving quicker? Was he as eager as I was to see where this could lead?

We said nothing on the journey, and soon enough, we were pulling up on his driveway. The sun hadn’t yet set, but clouds had begun to set in.

“Here, let me go in and put the outside light on so you can see where you’re going. I’m used to it, and there are a few wonky bricks in the path. Don’t want you ending up in hospital.”

I waited while he did that, then followed him into the house and into the kitchen. Mac took the plate from me, and anticipation filled the air. What next?

Mac rubbed the back of his neck and blew out a breath. “Boyfriends, eh? It’s been a while. I’m not sure I know what to do.”

I could think of plenty of things, but I didn’t want to seem too forward. “Shall we have a drink? I’d love a beer if you’ve got one,” I asked, trying to break the tension in the room.

“Yes, beer. We could sit outside if you like, or we could sit in the conservatory.”

He was rambling. I noticed it was a habit of his, and when he handed me a can of beer, I walked into the conservatory. The air was still warm, but I imagined in winter, it’d be cold in here with all this glass.

I settled onto the sofa I’d sat in before, Mac opposite. I patted the seat next to me. “What are you doing all the way over there? Come sit by me.”

My pulse raced, and my fingers tingled. Was he feeling this too?

Feeling ballsy, I grasped his hand and placed it in my lap. I swallowed hard, that all-too-familiar tingling in my groin letting me know how much I wanted this.

But what was this? I wriggled in my seat, our joined hands brushing against my cock. I bit my lip and did it again. Mac’s quickened breath was noisy in the room’s quiet. He took both beers and placed them on the table in front of us.

“I think we need our hands for this.” He leant over me, one hand deep in my hair, the other resting on the sofa next to me. I slipped mine around his neck and drew him closer.

Our lips met, but not like before. This was a tsunami of emotion, a clashing of teeth, a tangling of tongues. I flipped him the other way and straddled him, banging our foreheads.

“God, Frankie,” he said, and I shivered as he slipped his chilly hands under my hoodie. By now, my cock was hard, pressing against the zipper of my jeans. I rubbed myself shamelessly on him, thrusting like a needy whore.

No, this was too soon. Mac wasn’t a guy I was hooking up with; he was way more than that. I pulled back and rested my forehead on his.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong? Did I upset you?” he asked, concerned.

“No. Everything’s fine. I need to catch my breath. I’ve pounced on you, rushed you, and I didn’t want to do that.”

“Oh, believe me, I’m all in with this. I tasted your lips and realised it was nowhere near enough. I’m more than happy to make out on the sofa for as long as you like.”

“Really? I had the same thought.” I looked closely; his eyes burned with a passion I’d never experienced before. Everything else had been fumbles in the dark, but this meant something a hundred times more.

Without waiting for another word, my mouth crashed into his with urgency. I carded his hair, the short strands soft between my fingers. His hands gripped my arse, squeezing and kneading. I usually bruised easily, but who’d see them other than us?

Was I prepared to get naked for him? Not yet, but soon. For now, I was content to kiss him, to writhe in his lap. Except he wasn’t so patient.

“Jesus, Frankie. I’m gonna come at this rate.”

I slipped my hand between us, his hardness straining in his trousers. “Do you want me to touch you?” I asked gruffly.

“Yes, do it.” But I was too busy peppering his face and neck with kisses and nips. I licked him, his skin sweet and salty.

His hands fumbled with his zip, and before I knew it, his stiff cock was in my hand.

Fuuck. He pulsed beneath my touch, but instead of stroking it, I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth. He arched his back, forcing his dick further down my throat, and removed his trousers, leaving him exposed.

I sat back on my heels and took a good look. Fuck, it was a gorgeous dick, veiny and thick. I glanced at his debauched face, his eyes hooded, mouth half open.