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In retrospect, Osha should have seen this coming.

The breakup had been amicable, despite the fact she and Yord dated for a year and a half. Osha hadn’t been heartbroken over it, nor even really shocked—except perhaps at Yord being the one to initiate the breakup.

Instead, she’d been ambivalent, almost relieved. And really, doesn’t that say everything there is to say about that particular relationship?

The truth is, Osha hadn’t exactly been an awesome girlfriend, though she’d been a loyal one, no matter how hard it was to keep her eyes off a certain member of their friend group. So the breakup had clearly been for the best, even if she hadn’t understood what prompted it at the time.

Now, looking across the crowded living room at Yord with his new boyfriend Mog mere weeks after the breakup, so many things suddenly make so much sense.

The two young men stand with their arms around each other’s backs, red solo cups in hand as they chat with another couple. And despite the fact she hadn’t seen this coming, even though she really should have, what strikes her the most is how good they look together. So natural, so at ease.

Like the two of them actually fit.

God, they’re even wearing matching polos and chinos. Meanwhile, Osha is in her typical yoga pants and tank top—after two years of attending college parties together, her much more fashion-conscious sister long ago stopped trying to get Osha to dress up.

It’s early still, and yet around them, the party is in full swing. Music blares from the integrated sound system, other students talking and laughing. Already a couple is making out on one of the armchairs in the center of the space.

“You good?” Mae asks from beside Osha where they stand in the house’s entryway, clearly having followed Osha’s line of sight.

And Osha appreciates her sister asking, because she knows the other girl is itching to go find Jecki, so they can become one of the couples swapping spit on the various pieces of furniture.

“All good,” Osha confirms, and it isn’t even a lie, though it is perhaps an exaggeration.

The fact is, Yord wasn’t a bad boyfriend by any means, he’d been sweet and attentive. They enjoyed studying and hanging out together.

But there’d always been something off about their relationship. Something missing.

And the sex had been… well, lackluster is putting it gently.

Turns out having a nice dick doesn’t matter if the dick-haver isn’t really into the sex.

Breaking up had been the right move for them both. But though they’d agreed to stay friends, they haven’t spoken much in the weeks since the breakup—not since the last party. Which is why seeing him with Mog, the two of them so cozy, had taken her by surprise.

And a little part of her still smarts at the fact that he managed to find what he really wanted so quickly, while Osha is still painfully single.

Not that she doesn’t know what she wants. She just doesn’t think that what—who—she wants would want her back.

If he did, he would have said something by now. They’ve been in the same group of friends since Osha started school over two years ago, and they’ve always enjoyed each other’s company. And Qimir might be a grade ahead of her, a Senior to her Junior, but that’s hardly a reason not to pursue her, if he was interested. It’s not like he’s dating anyone.

So he must not be interested.

“Well, good,” Mae says, accepting Osha’s assurances that she’s okay at face value. “Let’s go find my girlfriend and some drinks. And then maybe you can finally stop eye-fucking Qimir and actually do something about all that pent up sexual tension.”

“Mae” Osha whispers harshly, spinning to face her twin, thankful that there’d been no sign of Qimir in the large, open living room. “I told you, he doesn’t think about me like that.”

Mae puts her hands on her hips. “And I told you that you’re delusional. He’s been into you since our Freshman year. You were just always with that toad.”

Putting aside the undeservedly rude nickname, Mae is wrong due to the simple fact that Osha hadn’t been with Yord for all of Freshman year. They didn’t start dating until midway through their second semester. Qimir could have said something at any point before then, and he hadn’t.

But there’s no sense in bickering about it, especially not while standing in his house. “Whatever, Mae. Let’s just get those drinks.”

And Mae is hardly going to argue with that.

Together, they make their way through the crowded space and into the kitchen beyond. The house is gorgeous—Qimir’s mom is some hotshot lawyer to the rich and famous, who decided that buying a house near campus was a reasonable alternative to letting her adopted son live in the college dorms.

Because of that, they always party at Qimir’s place. It made him incredibly popular, despite the fact he would otherwise probably be considered a loser, given the way he presents himself—always wearing unflattering oversized clothes, with terrible posture, his hair too long to be well-groomed but too short to be traditionally sexy and a little lank to boot.

And yet, none of that has ever been a deterrent to Osha. Maybe because of his killer jawline or the size of his hands, with those long, thick fingers that she just knows would feel so good on her skin.

But it’s just a meaningless crush, one that’s swollen out of proportion lately because of her newfound singleness.

Still, she scans the kitchen when they step inside, looking for him. She doesn’t see him there amongst the dozen people helping themselves to pizza, snacks, and the huge assortment of alcohol and mixers covering the pristine white marble counters. Qimir always goes all out for these gatherings.

She and Mae make themselves rum and cokes, then move on to the food. Osha is debating the merits of a bowl full of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos when a bright female voice calls out.

“MaeMae!”

She glances over her shoulder in time to see Mae and Jecki reuniting like they’ve been separated for weeks, instead of mere hours—the smaller blonde girl had a work-study shift at the school library this afternoon, which is the only reason she hadn’t gotten ready for and traveled to the party with the twins.

She looks typically phosphorescent in a bright orange mini with matching eye shadow, while Mae is in her trademark purple.

In a blur, they’re in each other’s arms, kissing to the loud appreciation of the guys there in the kitchen with them, as if this isn’t a daily occurrence. But then, Qimir somehow always ends up with a bunch of people Osha doesn’t know at his parties, maybe other students from his grade or his major or other members of the rowing team.

Somehow, those other guests never manage to permeate their core friend group. And Osha has a tendency not to bother trying to get to know them. She never needed to, before. She had her friends and her boyfriend. She was settled.

Of course, everything’s different now.

Maybe she should try talking to some of them—

“Osha.”

At the sound of her name, she turns to see their host, Qimir Rwoh himself, and her heart skips a beat.

He wears his usual oversized clothes, but his hair is different tonight, the long sections in the front tied into tiny pigtails at the sides. It should be silly and cute. On anyone else it would be. How many guys wear their hair in pigtails?

Instead, the effect is devastating. It frames his gorgeous features, those high cheekbones and dark eyes and pink, pillow-soft lips that she wants to taste so badly.

“Qimir,” she says, blinking like an idiot. “Hi.”

“Hi.” He grins at her. “I’m glad you made it. We’re just about to play Never Have I Ever, come on.”

He reaches for Osha’s free hand, the one not holding her drink, a spark igniting up the length of her spine when their fingers touch.

Before she can protest, or think of anything at all to say, he’s pulling her through the crowded room. She shoots a glance back over her shoulder at her sister, who shrugs and twines her fingers with Jecki’s, the two girls following after.

Normally, Osha wouldn’t let herself get roped into a drinking game until she’d had a drink or two herself, to help her loosen up. But, well, Qimir is playing, and he wants her to play too. So she lets him lead her back out into the living room, where Yord, Mog, Tasi, and Fillik already sit in the center of the space, the couple who had been making out earlier having relocated.

There’s a spot on one of the couches big enough for two people, which they let Mae and Jecki take. That leaves the two armchairs on opposite sides of the circle available. Osha slides into the one between Mae and Tasi while Qimir settles into the other between Fillik and Mog.

“Alright,” Qimir announces. “The gang’s all here. Let’s get this party started.”

So, they do.

It starts out like usual with broad statements designed to get everyone drinking. But they’ve all known each other long enough and played this game enough times that it quickly devolves into weaponized statements.

‘Never have I ever owned a motorcycle’ has Fillik sipping from his solo cup, while ‘Never have I ever been on a yacht’ gets both Qimir and Tasi.

But as always, as they drink and start to relax, and the party grows steadily rowdier around them, the subject matter turns sexual.

Osha doesn’t mind; she’s not a prude. And usually she’s able to play along, because it’s not like she’s inexperienced. She lost her virginity at the end of Senior year of high school to Kazuda Xiono, and Yord had been her second.

While her sex life with Yord might not have been adventurous, or even particularly active, they’d been together for over a year and a half. There had been plenty of encounters for Osha to draw upon.

But for some reason, tonight, the group gets fixated on the subject of orgasms. Namely, all the different ways and places they’ve had them. In a car, in the shower, while on the phone—the latter launching an animated spinoff conversation on the merits of phone sex.

In the past, Osha might have drank even though she hadn’t experienced any of those things, just to seem like part of the group—and to keep from embarrassing Yord. But the truth is, she hasn’t orgasmed in a car or in the shower or on the phone with anyone.

Because Osha has never had an orgasm.

It’s not a big deal. The fact is, it’s harder for women to get there during sex. And knowing that Yord is happily settled now, in the relationship he actually wants, she no longer feels any need for pretext. She doesn’t have to pretend that she liked the sex; clearly he didn’t either.

So, she doesn’t drink.

Everyone is so wrapped up in the game that it doesn’t seem like anyone notices. She checks around the circle periodically, looking at their reactions. But the two couples are largely focused on themselves, and everyone else on having a good time.

And she’s a good sport, so when it’s her turn she offers up ‘Never have I ever had an orgasm on a boat’, which gets Fillik, Tasi, and Qimir.

And then it’s Mae’s turn.

But when her sister says ‘Never have I ever had an orgasm in an elevator’, Osha feels the weight of eyes on her, and turns to see Qimir, sitting hunched forward in his chair, his gaze fixated on her.

Her face goes hot. But she brushes it off and turns her attention to Jecki.

Jecki offers back-to-back orgasms while Fillik apparently has never come on someone before. Each time, Qimir looks toward Osha, watching to see if she drinks or not. And part of her feels like she should, just to break the sudden tension that hangs heavy on the air. But there’s also something sort of liberating about being honest, even with how closely he’s scrutinizing her.

So she doesn’t drink.

And then it’s his turn.

“Never have I ever,” he starts, those dark eyes fixed on Osha like an interrogation, “had an orgasm.”

The heat in her face flames hotter at the realization of what he’s doing.

Everyone else remains still, as if waiting for him to finish the sentence. The whole point of the game is to say something you’ve never done before, after all, and Qimir had already been drinking at other orgasm-related topics.

But he doesn’t, even though it’s a breach of tradition, he just keeps looking at Osha. The weight of his eyes feels like something physical, something immovable, something permanent.

And once they realize that’s it, there isn’t anything more to the sentence, everyone groans and drinks, including Qimir himself who sips from his cup without taking his eyes off her.

Everyone, except for Osha.

And as soon as they all lower their cups, Qimir shoots out of his chair. “Osha, can I talk to you? In private?”

Her breath catches in her chest. There’s no way that he isn’t going to ask her about this, and she just doesn’t know why, or what she’s going to say. But everyone in the group looks between them, the weight of her ex-boyfriend’s eyes and her sister’s burning holes in her skull.

So she rises to her own feet. “Um, yeah. Sure.”

He nods toward the kitchen. She starts in that direction, Qimir falling into step beside her. But as soon as they pass through the threshold from the living room to the kitchen, he grabs her arm and pulls her abruptly down the hall that leads to the bathroom and back stairs, the noises of the party fading slightly.

“Qimir, what—?”

He turns to face her, suddenly standing so close that her heart lodges in her throat. Part of her wants to step back, to put some distance between them, but the hall is surprisingly narrow for such a nice house and he’s standing in the middle of it, practically trapping her against the wall.

“Please tell me this is some kind of joke.” He sounds pained, something bright gleaming in his dark eyes. “You’re joking, right?”

God, he’s so close. His body radiates warmth, and he smells so good, like musk and something woodsy that must be his cologne. Did she know he wears cologne? It’s been a while since they’ve been this near to each other, so she can’t remember, and it leaves her feeling addled.

“No?” she offers lamely, because she doesn’t know what else to say.

His eyebrows climb toward his hairline. “You’ve never had an orgasm? Not ever?”

Osha blushes, not sure why it matters to him. “It’s not that uncommon for women.”

“I mean… I know Fandy wasn’t properly motivated, but not with anyone before him? Not even by yourself?” he presses, and the heat grows in Osha’s face, spreading down her body.

Part of her wants to deny it, tell him it’s none of his business. Instead she finds herself shaking her head, silently confirming no, not even by herself. The truth is that her first few attempts had been so underwhelming that she hadn’t bothered continuing down that path.

“I think—” She huffs out a sigh. “I think maybe I just can’t. But it’s really not a big deal.”

He releases a slow, harsh breath. “Jesus, Osha.”

Silence falls between them. For a moment she thinks that might be it; that the conversation is over. What else is there to say? It’s embarrassing enough to admit it, and to him of all people.

But she can’t make herself move, still standing so close to Qimir there in the hallway as the party rages on just a few feet down the hall. That strange sense of urgency still hangs on the air around them.

And then he swallows, his pronounced Adam’s apple bobbing. “Would you—would you maybe consider letting me try?”

The words are so unexpected that it takes a few seconds for Osha to process their meaning, for what he said to actually sink in. When it does, her own eyebrows shoot up, and all she can do is stare.

Qimir Rwoh wants to try giving her an orgasm. He wants to touch her with the express purpose of making her climax.

After years of assuming he didn’t see her like that, she can’t wrap her mind around it.

He must take her silence the wrong way because his expression draws in, his shoulders hunching, a defensive note limning his voice as he hurries to elaborate. “We don’t have to have sex—I mean, not unless you want it too—but I could use my fingers and my mouth—"

“You want to give me an orgasm?” She can’t keep the incredulity from her tone.

A laugh erupts from him, like the statement is so ridiculous he can’t stop himself, and he rubs a hand over his face, muttering something indistinguishable.

But when his eyes meet hers again, they burn with some dark inner fire. “You have no idea how much.”

All at once, heat floods her body.

Qimir wants to give her an orgasm. He’s offering himself to her on a silver platter. She could touch him, be touched by him. Even if he can’t get her off, it’s more than she ever thought she would get, before tonight.

And maybe it doesn’t mean anything. Maybe it’s just sex, or even just a friend helping a friend. But Osha doesn’t care. If her only option is one night with him, then she wants it.

The truth is that she’s never wanted anything more.

“Yes.” She nods eagerly. “Yes, I want you to try.”

All at once, his posture straightens, his body expanding with something like triumph. The fire in his eyes flames higher, and it makes Osha’s mouth go dry.

Then he reaches for her hand again, and starts pulling her toward the stairs.

“Now?” Osha asks, not objecting, just surprised—the party is very much just getting started, and he’s abandoning his guests.

“Now,” he confirms, unhesitating. “I am not risking losing this opportunity.”

The words make something warm explode inside her, but she’s too afraid to examine them.

And as much as she wants this, she doesn’t want him to regret it in the morning. They’ve been friends for a long time. While that never satisfied Osha—not even when she was in a relationship with someone else, though she never would have admitted it back then—she doesn’t want to risk messing that up if he’s not thinking clearly.

“Wait—Qimir—are you sure? You’ve been drinking, and I don’t want you to—”

He stops and turns to face her, his expression completely serious. “I had soda in my cup, Osha. Just soda.”

Her lips part in surprise.

His head tilts as he considers her, in that disarming way of his that always makes her stomach feel too tight. “You didn’t even finish one drink, right?”

Osha nods dumbly. She’d barely had half, so she’s relaxed but fully sober. Apparently, so is he, and they both want this.

That’s answer enough for Qimir, because he resumes walking. And this time, Osha tightens her grip on his hand and lets him lead the way, the reality of the situation finally sinking in.

Holy shit. This is happening.

Qimir is going to try to give her an orgasm.

They find the back stairs and clamber up them, Qimir pulling her to the master suite. She’s been up here before—friend privileges mean that she’s crashed in one of the spare bedrooms on a few occasions. But she’s never been in Qimir’s room.

It’s huge, the walls painted moss green with a giant bed in the center covered by a contrasting ocean blue bedspread. There’s some art and band posters in dark frames on the walls, a sleek MacBook on his desk beside a potted fern that Fillik had dubbed “Fernie” and carried around the house like a baby one very drunk night. Other indoor plants lend the room a lush and green, almost forest-like atmosphere.

Osha takes it all in while Qimir closes the door, but then suddenly his hands are on her hips, guiding her firmly back against it.

Her breath goes out of her as her back meets the white-painted wood—not because he pushed her hard, he didn’t, just because she can hardly fathom the fact that Qimir is pushing her against the door to his bedroom.

She gapes up at him, her chest rising and falling hard with her heavy breathing. The sounds of the party beyond are muffled, but still audible through the wood. And his body is so big and warm crowding against hers, his hands burning through the thin fabric of her clothes.

“You’re sure about this?” He searches her gaze, something urgent in his expression. “You can still change your mind—”

Osha surges up on her tiptoes, throwing her arms around his shoulders at the same time that she kisses him.

He lets out a quiet gasp of surprise, like maybe he hadn’t expected kissing to be involved. Like he thought she was just going to take off her leggings and let him go to work. But then his arms wrap fully around her, one hand tangling in her braids to cup the back of her head, holding her pressed flush against him as he kisses her back.

And fuck, does he kiss her back.

Despite having thought about it more times than she cares to admit, nothing could have prepared Osha for the feeling of kissing Qimir. His mouth is so warm and soft, moving against hers with purpose, like he’s determined to devour her.

Sparks immediately erupt inside her at the heat and taste of him.

Not only that, but the sensation of his body pressed against hers makes her feel like she’s losing her mind. It’s just too incredible to be real. Because even though they’re both still fully clothed, like this, she can suddenly tell just how big and solid he is.

Some part of her always knew that he would be. He’s on the rowing team, and that shit is hard work. Plus he has that insane jaw and those carved cheekbones. And yet, with the way he dresses, and the physical distance she’d been so careful to maintain between them, she’d never really been able to tell the extent of his solidity.

Now, she feels the hardness of his frame pressed against hers and it makes hunger roar to life low in her belly, a sweet ache curling between her thighs.

She clutches at his back through the fabric of his hoodie, parting her lips in invitation. Immediately, Qimir’s tongue slips into her mouth, a moan spilling from her that she can’t stop. And maybe she should try to hold back a little, try not look so fucking eager for it, like she’s been pining after him for all this time.

But she is eager for it, for him, and she can’t force herself to pretend otherwise.

Qimir doesn’t notice, or doesn’t mind. He’s too busy tasting every part of her mouth. And then his tongue touches hers and electricity surges down the length of her body to pool in her core, a puddle of liquid heat.

God, she has wanted this for so long and it feels even better than she could have imagined.

She strokes his tongue with her own in return, moaning again at the taste, the way his tongue curls deliciously around hers. Fuck, his tongue is flexible, and even just kissing him is more passionate than anything she’s experienced before. It makes it impossible not to wonder what else he can do with that tongue. If he’d be just as passionate kissing her elsewhere.

I could use my fingers and my mouth…

The thought makes her knees tremble and threaten to go out from beneath her. Suddenly, it’s difficult to stay up on her toes, despite his strong arms around her for support.

It’s an unfamiliar sensation. She’d pecked Yord on the mouth while he was standing, and he’s even taller than Qimir, but they never made out upright like this. Even if they had, she knows he wouldn’t have made her knees go weak like Qimir does.

When she wobbles again, he breaks the kiss.

Osha whines in protest, she can’t help it, but Qimir just laughs quietly. “Let’s move this to the bed so you don’t fall down.”

Oh. Well, that sounds like a good idea.

And then suddenly his arms shift, both of his hands grabbing her thighs and yanking her up into his hold.

“Oh,” Osha gasps and clings to him. She knew he had to be strong, had felt the solidity of his body, but it’s one thing to know it and another thing altogether to have him literally lift her off her feet without assistance.

“I’ve got you,” he reassures her, carrying her over to the bed.

And clearly he does, because instead of immediately tossing her down onto the mattress, he settles easily onto the side of the bed himself, with Osha in his lap.

But before she has the chance to get her bearings, he rolls them in a fluid movement so that she’s sprawled on her back with him on top of her.

His sheets are silk, cool beneath her shoulders and arms. Yet Osha is pure heat, panting as she gazes up at him, already so much more intoxicated by him than she’s ever been during any sexual encounter before and all he’s done is kiss her.

Is this how it’s supposed to feel all the time? Is this how Mae feels with Jecki, the reason why her sister and her girlfriend never fucking climb off each other? Is this how Yord feels with Mog? She’d stolen a few glances at them during Never Have I Ever, had seen how they’d been constantly touching each other.

She can’t say she blames any of them. If she could have this with Qimir all the time…

But she can’t have it all the time. This is just one night, no matter what her sister said.

And Osha intends to enjoy every second of it.

He gazes back at her, looking at her with an expression she can’t quite read on that beautiful face. Almost like he’s searching for something in her eyes. Whatever he sees must satisfy him, because he leans the rest of the way down and kisses her again.

When their mouths brush, it feels inevitable, like gravity. Like their lips were made to find each other. It’s a ridiculous thought to have over what’s probably going to amount to no more than a one-night stand. But Osha can’t help herself, and threads her fingers into the loose hair at the back of his head—which isn’t greasy at all, he must just be using a conditioner that’s too heavy for his hair texture—holding him close.

Their tongues tangle and stroke each other’s, and as they kiss, Qimir slowly settles the full weight of his body on top of her.

When he does, she feels a telltale hardness against her thigh, even through the fabric of his jeans.

Holy shit.

There’s no denying it. Even if he is just doing this as a friend, Qimir wants her every bit as badly as she wants him.

Excitement burns bright inside her. The knowledge makes her blood heat with urgency and need, and she raises her legs up around his hips. She doesn’t care anymore if she actually has an orgasm, she just wants to fuck him so badly that she’s going to erupt from her skin if she can’t. Over two years of wanting him, and suddenly she gets to have him.

And she’s not willing to risk losing this opportunity either.

Her hands fall from his hair, squirming between them so she can reach for the zipper of his hoodie. Qimir quickly gets the message and sits up, tearing the zipper down and shoving the hoodie off his body. His heather gray T-shirt immediately follows, and Osha blinks in shock at all the newly revealed golden skin.

Fuck, he looks like he was carved by some master artisan of years past.

Clearly, his time on the rowing team has not been misspent, because his body is unreal. All sculpted muscles, huge shoulders and strong biceps, his torso leanly defined, his pecs tipped with small brown nipples. With his dark hair tied back at the sides, that insane face on display, he looks like the human personification of sin.

“What the fuck?” She can’t stop the words from spilling out. “How did I not know you look like this?”

He ducks his head, almost seeming embarrassed, not that he has any reason to be. Osha’s the one who should be embarrassed, for not being able to keep her awe to herself, for being so awed in the first place, but he’s just so overwhelming.

“Well,” he says slowly, as if it was a serious question and not just her mouth running away from her. “You were otherwise occupied.”

Yeah, occupied by a dead-end relationship with a guy who would ultimately realize he doesn’t even like girls. But it’s not as if Qimir ever showed any sign of interest. If he had, she might have done something about said dead-end relationship a lot sooner.

Was it because he was occupied too? He’d never dated anyone, or openly hooked up with anyone at parties, at least not to her knowledge. But looking the way he does, even with the way he dresses and how he presents himself, he could have been thoroughly occupied.

Perhaps he was, and he was just good at keeping quiet about it. The fact that Qimir is a show-don’t-tell kind of person is one of the things she likes most about him. He’s never felt the need to boast or brag.

He could have been hooking up with a different person every night and Osha would never have known.

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that he’s here with her now, planning to give her an orgasm—or at least to try.

Looking at him, feeling the overwhelming desire course through her to pool between her thighs, it actually seems like a possibility, and she’s eager to get back to their attempt.

Apparently, so is Qimir.

“Your turn,” he murmurs, reaching for the hem of her tank top.

Her heart pounds against her sternum at the idea of Qimir undressing her, a pulsing rhythm that intertwines with the steady beat of the bass from downstairs. Of course she knew that taking her clothes off was part of this arrangement, but that doesn’t make her any less nervous or excited.

And then that idea becomes a reality, his big fingers pushing the fabric up her quivering stomach.

When he reaches her breasts, she lifts her torso off the bed so he can pull the fabric up and off completely. She settles back against the cool silk sheets, her top half completely on display because, as usual, she’s not wearing a bra.

Qimir remains upright, peering down at her. His eyes gleam darkly as he drinks in the newly exposed brown skin. But he doesn’t just look.

“God, these are even more incredible than I imagined.” His fingers ghost up Osha’s side and ribcage to brush ever so gently against the side of one of her breasts.

A gasp spills out of her, and she arches toward him, her already stiff nipples going diamond hard.

“Responsive,” Qimir murmurs, and it sounds like praise, his finger continuing to trace whisper-soft along the edges and undersides of her tits. “Does that feel good?”

“Yeah,” Osha breathes, amazed by just how good it does feel.

It’s not that Yord never touched her breasts. He just never touched them like this, with those light, deliberate, almost reverent brushes that somehow make her feel so much more than having them grabbed or squeezed.

Qimir continues petting her gently like that, the tension between her legs winding tighter in a way that’s wholly unfamiliar. Fuck, she’s never been this turned on before. And then he shifts over her, continuing to gently stroke the soft, fleshy parts of her breasts with one hand and supporting himself with the other as he lowers his lips back to hers.

She hums in satisfaction as their mouths come together. But this time, he keeps the kiss light, his lips whispering against hers for only a moment before moving down to her jaw.

“Oh,” Osha gasps as his mouth finds the sensitive place below her ear, a surge of wet heat coursing through her core to join the slick already soaking her panties.

Qimir hums in pleasure and then starts to suck on her pulse point at the same time his fingers find her nipple, flicking and rolling it gently.

The combination of sensations is euphoric, better than anything she’s ever felt before, and he’s not even touching her clit. And yet, with Qimir she feels like one giant erogenous zone, every touch a revelation. She didn’t know that making out and foreplay could feel this good, and as much as she wants more, she also wants him to never, ever stop doing exactly what he’s doing.

It makes it impossible to keep from moaning and writhing as he sucks on her skin, the sounds seeming to egg him on because he sucks harder. She even feels the faint press of his teeth, gasping in response.

He continues until she’s a squirming, mindless mess beneath him, clawing at the silk bedding.

And then he stops, presumably to move to the other side, but he pauses, looking down at her neck. “Oh. Sorry.”

Whatever it is he’s supposedly apologizing for, he doesn’t actually sound sorry.

“Huh?” Osha blinks to try and clear her head, too lust-drunk to care about whatever he’s apologizing for but feeling like she should ask anyway.

He bites his lip as he gazes down at her, his pupils blown so wide that they practically consume his dark brown irises. “I… may have gone a little too hard. I left a mark.”

Oh, wow. With her brown skin, it takes decent effort for hickeys to show. But it’s just further evidence that Qimir is willing to put in as much effort as it takes, and her skin prickles with excitement at the thought of him applying that same effort between her legs.

“I don’t care.”

She releases her hold on the sheets to reach for his head and pull him back down to her mouth. And for a moment, he does kiss her, long and deep, savoring her lips, thoroughly tasting her with his tongue. Osha pants into his mouth and kisses him back as his thumb continues rolling her nipple.

When he pulls away, he bites his lip again. “So… you wouldn’t mind if I leave more?”

He sounds so casual, and Osha reminds herself that this is just a hook-up, a friendly exchange. But there’s something buried deep in the words that she can’t parse.

Whatever it is doesn’t matter. All that matters is getting his mouth back on her skin. “No, I don’t mind. It felt good.”

It’s not like there’s anyone who will care that she’s getting hickeys from a one-night stand.

A pleased sound rumbles from his chest, and he ducks down to the other side of her neck. She moans again as he starts to suck on her other pulse point, her hands sliding down to clutch at his muscled back, his skin gloriously warm beneath her fingers.

It’s like his lips are laced with some drug, with the way it makes her whole body flood with pleasure, just having him suck on her neck.

Again, he sucks hard. It feels intentional, like it’s not a question of if he’s going to leave another mark on her. Like maybe that’s the goal.

It makes her pussy throb, the fact she’s going to be walking around with his marks on her skin. Her panties are probably ruined by now, her desire so potent that she’s long past soaking them through.

And then he nips with his teeth, and she cries out, fingers digging into his back.

“Fuck, Osha,” he pants out against the side of her throat. “You sound so fucking good.”

Fuck, she can’t breathe, thrilled and excited and so turned on that it’s starting to hurt. She needs him to touch her cunt in a way she’s never needed anyone to touch her before. But he seems content just to play with her tits and suck on her neck.

“Qimir,” she moans. “I want more.”

“Yeah baby?” he asks, his breath hot against her neck, and it’s like having electricity poured straight into her veins because holy shit, she wants to be his baby with a ferocity that feels like it could consume the sun.

That isn’t what this is, but the mere idea leaves her trembling with desire. “Please.”

His mouth returns to hers, furious, insistent. He kisses her like he wants to suffocate himself against her lips and Osha would let him if it didn’t mean that this would end. Still, she kisses him back, shoving her own tongue into his mouth, clutching at his warm, broad back and gripping his hips tighter with her knees, trying to drag him closer, closer, closer.

There’s still too much clothing between them for her to be as close as she wants to be. So she releases him, letting her legs go slack and reaching for the waistband of her leggings, getting her hands inside both them and her panties and starting to shimmy them down her hips as best she can with Qimir on top of her.

Once he realizes what she’s doing, he hurries to help, replacing her hands with his own and drawing her remaining clothing down and off her body.

Osha pants for breath as he untangles her feet from the fabric and discards it on the floor, thanking the universe that she shaved before coming to the party. She hadn’t expected to hook up with Qimir, but she had thought a hookup with someone could be on the table, and had prepared accordingly.

And once he has her naked, Qimir hovers by her ankles, looking at her body fully displayed for him with something hungry and awed scrawled across his face.

It makes Osha want to squirm, but also to preen. He likes what he sees, that much is clear. And Osha knows she has a nice body, but it’s just so overwhelming to have Qimir of all people looking at it, at her, like he wants to devour her whole.

But the thing is, she wants to devour him too. Wants to see all of him.

Again, she tangles her hands in the sheets, lifting a leg to brush her foot against his still-clothed hip. “You next.”

Something flashes in his eyes, something hot.

“I don’t need to be naked to make you come,” he reminds her, though there’s a hint of a question in the words.

Osha pushes up on her elbows while holding his gaze, her breath coming so hard, her heart racing in her chest.

“No,” she counters slowly, “but you need to be naked to fuck me.”

There’s no point pretending that isn’t what she wants, where she hopes this is leading.

Qimir closes his eyes and bites his plush bottom lip. But then he reaches for the button and fly of his jeans. Osha’s mouth waters with anticipation. Deftly, he gets the fastenings undone, then shoves his trousers and boxers to his knees.

His cock pops out, long and thick and hard and swollen. Osha’s mouth drops at the sight. It’s not like she’s never seen a big dick before, Yord was big, but there’s something about Qimir’s cock. It’s golden, like the rest of his body, except for the tip that’s flushed purple. And it’s hard to tell from this distance, but she’s pretty sure the crown glistens with pre-come.

She wants to find out, wants to feel him sinking inside her, wants him however she can have him.

But when he finishes removing the last of his clothes, he still lingers down at her feet, looking at her with those dark, intense eyes.

“Qimir, I want you,” she whines, reaching for him because he’s too fucking far away.

“Fuck, Osha,” he groans, lifting a hand to cover his eyes, but still not coming any closer. “You have no idea—”

He cuts himself short, then takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

His hand slides down his face, and then drops. When he speaks again, the words come out stern, something hard in the set of his jaw and in his eyes. “I set out to do something tonight. I am going to make you come. And you are going to let me.”

The words alone make arousal gush between her thighs, and she nods her agreement.

That sternness solidifies in his voice and his body, his shoulders seeming to get even bigger somehow. “That means letting me take my time so I can get you there. The first one might take a little longer, but once your body realizes that it can, the rest should come more easily.”

The… first one? He thinks he can give her more than one? Or maybe he just means in general, that it will be easier for her after this because her body will remember how it felt, what to do.

“And then, after I’ve made you come, I am going to fuck you,” he continues, excitement and arousal flaring within her in a heady mixture. “And when I do, I’m going to make you come on my cock too. And I’m going to feel it, feel your pussy clenching around me. And I know it’s going to feel so fucking perfect.”

Osha gapes at him, barely able to process the filthy words spilling from his lips, wanting what he’s promising so badly she feels like she’s going to combust.

“But first things first.”

And then he bends down, and presses his mouth to her ankle.

Osha gasps, like a blushing virgin being touched for the first time. That’s how it feels, like she’s never been touched before, as electricity streaks through her circulatory system. It leaves her feeling like she’s buzzing, like her blood has been replaced with pure energy, like she’s going to start giving off sparks.

He doesn’t just kiss her ankle, either. Instead he trails his lips slowly up her legs, her body trembling as he traces a path up her calf, over her knee, to her thigh. Slowly, deliberately, he gets closer and closer to where she’s wet and aching.

Part of her wants him to avoid it, to skip over and keep kissing up her torso. Suddenly, nerves churn in her stomach at the prospect of him actually getting started on the reason they came up here.

What if he’s wrong, and she can’t do it? Would he be disappointed if she can’t climax? Would he keep trying for a long time and end up frustrated? Would he still be willing to fuck her?

But a much larger part of her wants him to touch her in every possible way because she knows that even if she can’t come, it’s still going to feel good. Because everything with Qimir so far has felt better than she could have imagined.

So she doesn’t protest when he grabs her thighs with his big hands and pushes them open, fully revealing her to him, then settles between her legs with his head level with her cunt.

“Holy shit,” he says when he sees her, his breath wafting against her slick center. “Do you always get this wet?”

For a second, Osha can’t do anything but breathe. She knows she’s wetter than the ocean, a veritable oil slick between her thighs. She’s so turned on that her stomach hurts, and her core aches with emptiness.

There’s no hiding that reality, not with his face right there. But should she lie? Pretend that this is normal, and not a result of the fact she wants him so badly that it makes her feel stupid?

Before she can find any words, his fingers dig into her thighs as he pushes them up, spreading her even wider.

“Or is it all just for me?”

Something about the words sound so covetous that it floods her with arousal, more of that liquid desire leaking out of her.

She can’t bring herself to lie. “It’s for you. Just you. I want you so badly.”

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, and Osha moans again at the combination of his breath on her pussy and the sound of his voice and that term of endearment all combined. “Don’t worry, Osha, I’m going to take such good care of you.”

And then his fingers tighten on her thighs as he leans in and licks her.

A wail spills from her mouth at the first touch of his tongue to her wet heat, a broad stroke that covers her center. It’s not that no one has ever licked her, but neither Yord nor Kaz had seemed like they actually wanted to.

And of course, neither of them were Qimir.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You taste incredible. Like pure perfection.”

And then he dives back in.

If Osha thought it felt good to have his lips on her neck, it’s nothing compared to the sensation of his mouth on her cunt. His tongue is every bit as flexible as when they were kissing, and he licks her eagerly, like he can’t get enough.

He alternates between those broad swipes with the flat of his tongue and more precise, pointed strokes that circle around her entrance and snake through her folds. Osha moans and clutches at the bedding as he laps at her, practically burying his face in her pussy, warmth and pleasure spreading through her body.

And then he hooks his arms around her thighs, holding her where he wants her with those strong biceps, freeing his hands to come down and spread her open.

The next time he licks her, his tongue finds her clit.

Pleasure immediately starbursts inside her, and Osha shrieks at the intensity of the sensation, her hips jerking against his hold.

“There she is,” Qimir purrs, pure contentment, before licking that little nub again, swirling his tongue around it in a steady circle.

Osha’s vision whites out, the pleasure so immense that she doesn’t know how to process it. She’s pretty sure it’s not an orgasm, and still she’s never felt anything like it, this wave of heat and exquisite tension. Fuck, she hadn’t even known it was possible to feel like this.

Qimir hums in pleasure, or perhaps approval, focusing on that spot. He licks it in little circles, then flicks it back and forth, before finally closing his lips around it and starting to suck.

Osha keens and nearly levitates off the bed, inundated with sensation. He sucks hard, and it fills her body with overwhelming feelings. Pleasure, absolutely, but also something else, something more. She feels that something ratcheting inside her, a lightbulb growing steadily brighter between her thighs.

With each suck, that sensation grows bigger, brighter, hotter, tension winding in her core.

Is this is? Is it actually happening? Anticipation and nerves swell in her stomach.

But even as she thinks it, the pleasure starts to recede, dancing out of her reach. Qimir hasn’t changed his pace, shows no signs of letting up or easing off. Which means she must have subconsciously pushed it away.

Or there really is just something wrong with her.

Frustration overflows within her. “No, no, fuck—”

Immediately, Qimir lifts his head, the lower half of his face covered in shiny slick, his brows furrowed in concern. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No!” Osha pants for breath, desperate for him to continue. “No, I don’t want you to stop. I—I think I was close, but then…”

Understanding unfurls in his eyes.

“It’s okay,” he murmurs, his voice gentle and expression soft—no sign of frustration or impatience. “We knew the first one might be a challenge. And if at the end of all this, you don’t have an orgasm, that’s okay too, as long as you enjoyed it and it felt good. Does it feel good, Osha?”

Breathing hard, she nods.

“Good. While I really, really, really want to make you come, as long as you enjoy it, that’s all that really matters. But I need you to stop overthinking it, okay? Just let yourself go. Can you do that for me?”

Osha doesn’t know if she can. She’s gone so long without an orgasm, it feels like an impossible barrier to penetrate. But Qimir said it’s okay if she doesn’t come. And he looks so earnest, his dark eyes so intent. Osha wants it so badly, wants him, so she nods and lowers herself back onto the pillow.

Qimir returns to licking her, lapping at her clit. Each lick sends shockwaves through Osha’s system, her hips jerking against his mouth. And then he returns to the more languid, swirling circles. Sweet warmth spreads through her core. It feels good, and helps her to relax, and Osha resolves to just let herself enjoy it, giving herself over to the sensations.

Then he closes her lips around her clit again, and resumes sucking.

It’s like being punched in the chest by the sheer bliss. She gasps, fingers once more fisting the bedding, desperate for some kind of purchase. It’s just such a massive wall of sensation, so much more than she’d expected after years of feeling so little.

This time, she forces herself to stay relaxed, to not fight it, to let the pleasure edge closer and closer. She can do this. She can do this.

But she can’t release her grip on the sheets.

It doesn’t matter. The pleasure grows steadily as Qimir sucks on her clit. Osha moans and whines as the feeling increases, that sensation of something approaching, something imminent, something immense.

She writhes against him, but his grip remains firm on her thighs, keeping her in place and forcing her to feel everything he’s doing.

The pleasure just keeps intensifying and expanding, pressure pushing against every part of her body, until she feels like she’s going to explode. And that imminent explosion just keeps getting bigger. It leaves her shaking uncontrollably, her heart hammering against the inside of her ribcage and fire coursing through her veins.

It’s so much. Too much, maybe. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe she can’t actually handle this, maybe she needs to push Qimir’s head away—

All at once, it slams into her, a solid wave of pure, incandescent ecstasy. Osha screams as her entire body goes tight and the luminous pleasure tears through her, her cunt clenching and unclenching hard with what is absolutely, unquestionably her very first orgasm.

Everything that came before had been incredible, overwhelming, unlike anything she’d ever experienced.

But this? Nothing could have prepared her for this.

The world goes white with euphoria, and she sobs through the crashing waves of ecstasy as Qimir continues to suck. Her body jerks and shakes as she submerges in the pleasure, her eyes stinging and tears gathering because holy shit, it’s so, so much, and so, so good.

Her whole body feels lit-up from within, like she’s being consumed by some kind of heavenly fire, like she’s touching the divine. And it just keeps going, endless surges of bliss washing through her again and again. It leaves her feeling like she’s drowning, like she’s been subsumed.

The tears spill over, rolling down her cheeks to her ears. She sobs as her cunt clenches in long, aching waves of seemingly infinite, endless pleasure.

But it has to end, eventually.

After what feels like both a lifetime and the blink of an eye, the orgasm starts to ease. The waves grow smaller, the pleasure receding. Osha slumps boneless against the bed. It leaves her trembling, panting for breath and feeling as if the world has reoriented around her.

Qimir must sense that she’s done because he releases her clit, gently lowering her legs, and then kisses his way up her torso.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he goes, lips brushing against her skin. “I fucking knew you could do it.”

Something in Osha warms at the praise, and she reaches for him as he continues up, until he hovers above her. Osha puts her hands on his shoulders and stares dazedly up at his beautiful face.

But she barely gets a glimpse of his soft, satisfied expression before he leans down, pressing his mouth to her cheeks, kissing away the lingering tears.

“You did so well,” Qimir purrs as his lips press all over her cheeks. “Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

Osha wraps her arms fully around his neck, savoring the sensation of his warm skin. “Way—way better.”

“Mm, good.”

He moves his mouth to her lips and kisses her. Osha tastes herself on his tongue, her tears and her slick, salty and musky and tangy all at once. She clings to him and kisses him back, eager to have as much of him as she possible can.

When he pulls away, a sly grin creeps across his face. “Ready to do it again?”

Her breath goes shallow as she stares up at him, and then she remembers what he said about making her come on his cock, and her pussy throbs with desire.

“Yeah,” she breathes. “Fuck me, Qimir.”

But he shakes his head slightly. “Not yet. I want you to come a few more times first.”

Wha—holy shit, he really had meant tonight when he said the next ones would come easier.

Before she can fully process that, he’s kissing his way back down her body, returning to his position between her thighs.

“Qimir,” she whines, squirming as he wraps his arms once more around her thighs, because that first orgasm nearly killed her, her pussy still throbbing with the echoes of pleasure. “I don’t know if I can—”

“You can,” he says in that firm tone from before, peering up at her from between her legs. “I know you can. Do you trust me, Osha?”

Biting her lip, she nods once.

“Then just relax and let me take care of you.” And then he lowers his face to her pussy once more.

This time there’s no build up. He swirls his tongue over her clit once and then immediately takes it into his mouth and starts to suck hard.

Osha wails, fisting the sheets, her hips lifting off the bed. But that just pushes her body harder against his face. Qimir murmurs in pleasure and tightens his grip on her thighs, holding her there and sucking relentlessly.

Any doubt she had about her ability to come a second time evaporates at the overwhelming sensation of suction on her already sensitized clit. Clearly, he was right, before. Now that her body knows how to climax, it rushes toward her, barreling down on her with the force and speed of a bullet train.

She couldn’t stop it if she tried.

It’s like having electricity shoved into her veins, the way her whole body goes immediately hot and tense. Her cunt starts to flutter and tighten, the pleasure swimming through her bloodstream. She whines and writhes, trying to get away, trying to get closer, wanting him to stop and wanting this to never, ever end.

But she told him she trusted him, and she does. So, she does her best to relax and let it happen.

When she does, her second orgasm overtakes her with astonishing speed, forcing her whole body to tense before suddenly unfurling like a flower blossoming.

Once again, euphoria washes through Osha. She sobs, clutching at the bedding, inundated with the bliss. It’s smaller than her first orgasm, but no less exquisite. Sweet pleasure surges through her, her body jerking against his mouth as she clenches and unclenches over and over, slick gushing out of her, so much that it drips down her ass.

And this time when it ends, he doesn’t stop.

“Qimir,” Osha whines as he continues to suck at her, her body so sensitized that it feels like she’s going to come out of her skin.

But he doesn’t relent, or ease up, continuing that immense suction like he needs it to survive. Like her pleasure is somehow his own.

Osha’s not sure if she can take any more, but at the same time, nothing has ever felt so good in her life. It brings the tears back to her eyes, the sensations of pleasure and overstimulation warring with each other, her body wound so tight she feels certain that it’s going to snap in half.

He pushes her higher and higher, the tension curling between her thighs. She sobs quietly as the pleasure rises, flooding her body, threatening to pull her under.

And then it does, her third orgasm unspooling. Osha thrashes against his mouth and tears stream down her face as she drowns in the bliss. It saturates her entire being, her cunt tensing and releasing, rhythmic and hot and glorious and sweet.

This time when the euphoria ends, he releases her clit. Osha lays there, shaking, utterly strung out from experiencing such intense pleasure for the first time, and so much of it in such a short period.

Qimir climbs up the bed once more.

“Looks like someone’s fucked out, and I haven’t even fucked you.”

Osha whines in protest, because he makes it sound like this is over and she’s not ready for it to be over. But she also can’t deny that she feels a kind of bone-deep exhaustion that she’s never experienced before. Her limbs feel heavy, while her mind is both hazy and light, as if it might float away.

More than anything, she just wants to be close to Qimir, and reaches for him.

He lowers himself into her arms, his mouth seeking hers. He kisses her, long and gentle and slow, without tongue. It feels so good, so sweet, and it eases the shaking.

And once she stops trembling, he shifts them so that Osha is on her side and then settles into place behind her.

He gathers her up in his arms, her back to his chest, his cock so hot and hard against her ass. Her heart races against her ribcage, and one of his hands comes to rest over it, a soothing weight on her sternum.

“There we go,” he breathes. “You did so well, Osha. So, so well. I’m so proud of you.”

The feeling of his body wrapped around her and his praise floods Osha with warmth and pleasure. God, she can’t believe tonight is real. That she had her first orgasm, given to her by Qimir Rwoh, the guy she’s been crushing on for ages. And not just her first, but her second and third as well.

Even if that’s all she gets, it’s still so much.

“Thank you.” She tips her head back to rest on his shoulder. “I didn’t think that was possible.”

“Clearly, no one else ever applied themselves properly,” he murmurs. “Which pisses me the fuck off. You deserve to have all the orgasms you want, Osha. If it had been me…”

But he doesn’t finish.

Suddenly Osha’s heart races in her chest for a very different reason.

Before tonight, she would have been too afraid to press him for more. But the man just enthusiastically licked her to three earth-shattering orgasms. His cock is still rigid against her backside. He’s holding her in his arms.

The fact that he’s behind her helps, because she doesn’t have to see his expression, doesn’t have to risk him seeing hers.

And she needs to know, more than she needs her next breath.

“If what had been you, Qimir?”

Then she feels it. His heart beating against her shoulder blade. It races as fast as her own, and he doesn’t have the excuse of being recently overstimulated.

Part of her wants so badly to turn in his arms, check his expression, read the emotions in his eyes. But she gives him the space, knowing that it had been easier for her to ask when they weren’t looking at each other and assuming it will be easier for him to answer.

He swallows hard enough that she can hear it. “If I had been your boyfriend—if I—I would have—” He takes a breath, and lets it out harshly. “You know what, fuck it.”

All at once, he pulls her onto her back and lifts himself over her again, his big body looming above as he stares down at her, his expression serious and a little pained but also full of determination.

“Osha, if I was your boyfriend, I would give you orgasms every fucking day. As often as you want, as many as you want. If you were mine, I would fucking live with my face buried in your pussy.”

She blinks up at him, lifting her hands to his shoulders, her heart in her throat because does he really mean what she thinks he means?

“You—you want that? To be my boyfriend?”

He closes his eyes, the pained part of his expression taking hold, overshadowing the other emotions. “Osha, I have wanted that, wanted you, for two fucking years.”

Osha can’t breathe, her fingers digging into his skin. He’s wanted her for as long as she’s wanted him, and she had no idea. “You never said anything.”

His eyes open, searching hers. “I didn’t think you wanted me, and then you started dating Yord.”

God, she feels like such an idiot. They were both idiots, apparently, silently pining after each other, each of them too afraid to say something or show the other a sign, even back before she got together with Yord.

Above her, his chest rises and falls harshly.

“I know now that you do want me, and I know I can make you feel good, but please… Please put me out of my misery and tell me if it could be more. If you feel the same way I do.”

The realization that he still doesn’t know how she feels about him is like being doused in cold water. She surges up, wrapping her arms around his neck, while one of his arms comes up to support her back.

“Of course I feel the same,” she says, unable to get the words out fast enough. “Qimir I’ve wanted you since my freshman year. I’m crazy about you. I want you to be my boyfriend.”

He lets out a harsh breath. “Thank fuck.”

And then his mouth finds hers, kissing her urgently, like her lips are the last source of oxygen on the planet. Osha clings to him and kisses him back, opening her mouth, seeking his tongue. He gives it to her eagerly, stroking her own, the two tangling languorously.

Carefully, without taking his mouth from hers, Qimir lowers her back to the bed. Osha keeps her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs going around his hips, so that his naked body presses flush against hers.

His cock must have flagged slightly during their conversation, but now it stirs and thickens where it’s trapped between them, going fully rigid once more. The feeling ignites a spark of desire in her blood, potent, intoxicating.

It doesn’t matter that he gave her three orgasms already. He’s finally her boyfriend, and she needs more, desperation clawing at her chest.

His mouth moves to her neck, brushing over the tender spot where he’d marked her, earlier. Osha gasps, and tilts her head back, encouraging and giving him better access.

“Qimir, yes,” she gasps, as he nips at the skin, the sound turning into a moan when he sucks on her pulse point, like he’s trying to reinforce the hickey he already left on her.

Like he’s marking her as his.

Because she is his, now. Just like he’s hers. They’re each other’s.

The spark of desire turns to a flame, burning bright within her. The fire streaks through her bloodstream, gathering between her thighs, and she knows the only thing that will quench it is taking him inside her.

So she tightens her legs around his waist, feeling his cock shift against her center.

“Fuck me,” she begs, her core aching and leaking. “Qimir, please fuck me.”

“Fuck, Osha,” he groans against her neck. Then he takes a deep breath, and releases it slowly, lifting his head to meet her gaze. “Are you sure you can handle it? You were pretty overwhelmed earlier.”

“Qimir,” she whines, because if he denies her this when he was the one who insisted on giving her multiple orgasms with his mouth, she will throw a fit. “I can handle it, I promise.”

Yes, she’d been a little out of it in the immediate aftermath of his oral attention, but she’s clear-headed now. And she needs him, the longing surging through her blood.

His expression softens. “Just making sure, baby. You’ve had an eventful evening, and we have time now. It doesn’t have to happen tonight.”

“But I want it tonight,” she protests. “I’ve never wanted to fuck anyone as much as I want to fuck you, and I’ve already been waiting for this for years.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “God. How can I say no to that?”

“You can’t,” she replies, and he must agree because then his lips are back on hers.

She shifts her hips as he kisses her, rubbing her wet folds against his hard length in encouragement. Qimir shudders, then reaches between them, grabbing hold of himself and dragging his cock over her entrance.

“Like this?” he asks, and she knows he’s not asking about the position.

But Osha knows Qimir well enough to know that he wouldn’t try to fuck her raw if he wasn’t clean.

“Yeah,” she breathes, since she is too. “Like this.”

And then he takes a deep breath, and feeds his cock into her wet, aching cunt.

Osha gasps at the initial stretch, her hands moving, one to clutch at his hair, the other his back, fingers digging into his skin.

Qimir moans as he presses inside her. “Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Just like I always knew you would.”

“You too,” Osha whines, the combination of his words and the feeling of his cock breaching her utterly overwhelming.

It isn’t just because he’s big; Yord has a big dick and it was honestly kind of a problem at times. But with Qimir, everything feels a thousand times better. The three orgasms he gave her earlier probably didn’t hurt, ensuring that her body is soft and wet and ready, able to accept him easily.

It also helps that he pushes in slowly, like he’s savoring every moment, the way she is. And there is so much to savor, so many incredible sensations. The glorious way his cock stretches her open, satisfying that aching need, the ridges dragging along her soft, slick walls.

He eases forward until she’s stuffed to the brim, Osha’s pussy clenching and throbbing around the thick intrusion. She pants, breathing heavily, already inundated with pleasure and he hasn’t even started to move.

Then the hand that he’d used to guide himself into her reaches for the hand she has clutching his back. He lifts it and tangles their fingers together before pressing them to the bed. His eyes meet hers where he hovers over her, watching her reactions. And then he pulls out, and glides back in.

Pleasure ignites along the length of Osha’s spine, and she moans, squeezing his fingers and arching into him. It feels incredible, better than every other sexual encounter she’s ever had, not that it’s surprising when he’s the only person who’s ever made her come.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he asks, his gaze heavy on her face as he does it again, and then again, rocking into her gently.

“Yeah,” she moans, each thrust gliding more and more easily as her body relents. She tightens her legs around his waist and starts to rock back against him. “More, Qimir, please, more.”

He hums in pleasure, withdrawing until just his tip is inside her, then surges forward again.

Osha wails as pleasure ignites behind her eyes. He fills her hard and fast, nudging against something that makes her skin feel limned with starlight. And then he pulls out and does it again, stroking into her over and over, hitting that place every time.

“Fuck, fuck,” she gasps out, because she’s heard people talk about the G-spot, but she’s never had hers pounded like this before. It makes her whole body tense, relentless waves of pleasure beating against her shore.

“That’s it,” he praises. “Just like that. I told you I was going to make you come on my cock, Osha, and I meant it.”

She tightens her grip on his hair, pulling his mouth down to hers. He kisses her, hot and messy, but doesn’t ease off his thrusts. Wet slapping sounds fill the air around them, mingling with the distant sounds of the party downstairs.

Osha moans against his lips as the pleasure pulses and grows within her. He fucks into her so perfectly, his tongue stroking into her mouth at the same time. It’s a heady combination of sensations, ones she’d thought she would never get to experience at all, much less with Qimir.

And yet here they are, and it’s perfect, so perfect, utterly euphoric. And this time, it’s easy to give herself over to the growing tension. Something about having Qimir moving inside her just feels so right, and so astonishingly good, her veins illuminated with bliss. Like her blood has been replaced with liquid ecstasy.

It leaves her cunt fluttering and pulsing as something massive builds within her.

Qimir must feel it, the way her body tightens with anticipation, because he moans and fucks into her even harder.

“Fuck,” he says as he shoves inside her, gripping her fingers tight in his own. “Fuck, I can’t believe this is real, that I get to have you, that you’re mine. I’ve wanted this for so fucking long and you feel like a fucking dream come true, like your pussy was made for me.”

“Qimir,” she whines for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

But she can’t help it, everything is just too overwhelming. His words, the fact he’s wanted her for so long, the incredible rightness of having him inside her. It ratchets her body higher, makes her cunt clench tighter, the inevitability of her orgasm building within her.

“That’s it baby, you’re so close, I can feel it,” Qimir encourages, his voice dark and low. “Just let yourself go; you can do it. Be a good girl and come for me.”

And she does, screaming as her body shatters into a thousand tiny fragments of ecstasy, pleasure ripping through her. Her cunt spasms around his length, Qimir cursing under his breath as she squeezes him hard.

Osha clings to him, sobbing as the pleasure rushes through her. Somehow it’s even better than the orgasms he gave her with his mouth, deeper, fuller, consuming her entire awareness. Her body pulses as the waves of euphoria wash through her one after another after another, an infinite tide of ecstasy.

“Fuck, fuck, Osha,” Qimir moans, his thrusts going erratic. “It’s too good, I can’t hold back, tell me where you want it—”

“Inside me,” she gasps through the rippling pleasure. “I’m on birth control; you can come inside me.”

And then he curses, and presses his forehead to her shoulder, stroking into her a few more times before his big body suddenly jerks above her, and goes still, a strangled moan spilling from him as his cock pulses and throbs and spills inside her.

They stay like that for a long moment, just breathing together. And then Qimir releases her hand, but only to gather her up in his arms and roll them so that he’s on his back with Osha on top of him, his chest still rising and falling hard, his skin sheened with sweat.

“Fuck,” he pants out. “God, that was fucking amazing—you are amazing—”

He reaches with both hands for her face and pulls her mouth down to his, kissing her slow and deep. Pleasure and happiness swell inside of Osha because she’s wanted this, wanted him, for so long.

Now she gets to have him, not just for one night, but for as long as they want.

Maybe for forever.

It’s too early to be thinking those kinds of thoughts, but it’s hard not to, when they’ve been friends for two years and she wanted him that whole time. And he kisses her like he never wants to stop, which is more than okay with Osha.

But eventually the kiss does end, and he moves his arms to wrap around her. Osha rests her head against his shoulder. Just laying like this, on top of his warm, strong body, knowing that they belong to each other now, feels so surreal.

And even though she’s exhausted from her four orgasms, there’s no way she could go to sleep yet.

She lifts a hand, tracing over the warm skin of his pectoral, amazed that she gets to lay in his arms and touch him like this. That she gets to have this whenever she wants, from now on, and that it is so incredibly, unfathomably, amazing.

Part of her still can’t believe he made her come at all. Kaz and Yord sure didn’t. While her relationship with Kaz had been brief, and they were both so young and inexperienced, and she understands now why things weren’t great with Yord, she also knows those skills don’t come out of nowhere.

“You’re so good at that.” Her fingers dance along his skin. “At all of it.”

The unspoken question of exactly how he got so good lingers on the air between them.

She knows she has no right to be jealous when she’s the one who was in a relationship with someone else for a year and a half, but she can’t help it.

“I had my share of casual hookups over the last few years,” he confirms, and Osha hates herself for the flare of jealousy that springs up anyway. “But nothing that mattered. It was always you I wanted.”

She snuggles closer, pressing her face to his warm, sweat-dampened neck, breathing in his musky, salty scent. “I’m sorry I made you wait so long.”

“It’s okay.” He tightens his grip around her. “I loved being your friend, I just knew we had the potential to be so much more. And when I realized tonight that you’d never had an orgasm, I knew I had to at least try showing you.”

Osha hums in pleasure. “I’m glad you did. I don’t know how long it would have taken me to work up the courage to say something, otherwise.”

Possibly she never would have, and they would have missed the chance to find out just how good they truly are together.

But something tells her that they were always meant to end up here, like this. That they would have found their way to one another somehow, eventually.

It’s a soothing thought, amplified by the fact that she’ll never have to actually find out. Because he did show her, and now they’re exactly where they belong.

They kiss and touch each other for the rest of the night, until exhaustion overtakes Osha, and she curls up on his chest, drifting off to a peaceful sleep.

Osha wakes, warm and content, sunlight spilling into the unfamiliar room. She blinks, lifting her head to try and regain her bearings, only to realize that she’s still sprawled on top of Qimir.

The previous night comes flooding back to her, her whole body going warm at the memories.

Everything about their fledgling relationship just feels right, in a way her time with Yord never had. She’d gotten things so backwards, before—she was always meant to be friends with Yord, and in a relationship with Qimir—but it doesn’t matter now.

He’s still sleeping, his breathing deep and even. Osha would love to stay in bed with him forever, but her body has certain inconvenient needs, so she forces herself to get up and pads to the master en-suite.

There’s no soreness, she’s glad to find as she takes care of business, even though he’s well-endowed. She’d been so turned on that her body had easily taken it. And given his promise to eat her out whenever she wants, she has a feeling that will continue to be the case.

While in the bathroom, she takes a peek in his showers, and confirms that she’s going to have to teach him about different types of conditioners.

She glances in the mirror too, admiring the marks he’d left all over her neck.

And then she returns to the bedroom, finding him awake and sitting upright against the headboard with the sheets pooled in his lap. He looks so good, all that golden skin and those huge muscles, lazy contentment on his face. It fills her with warmth and happiness, and she hurries back over to the bed, climbing into his lap.

His arms immediately close around her, cradling her close.

“Good morning,” he practically purrs, leaning in to kiss her.

Osha sighs against his mouth and tangles her fingers in his hair, holding him close, kissing him back. It feels so good, so right, so warm, and she never wants to leave his arms.

But then her stomach grumbles.

Qimir pulls back slightly to laugh. “I think that means I need to feed you.”

“Does that mean getting out of bed?” Osha asks, knowing he’ll hear her distaste for the idea in the question.

“Yes,” he says evenly, and she fights the urge to sulk. “But then we can get right back in it.”

She brightens. “Deal.”

He kisses her one more time, and then they climb from the bed. Qimir offers one of his shirts for her to wear since there’s clearly no expectation of her leaving anytime soon. It floods her with radiant happiness, and she gladly puts the shirt on while he pulls on just a pair of thin gray joggers made of a soft jersey knit, which don’t do anything to conceal how endowed he is.

They walk downstairs together, using the front staircase that spills into the living room downstairs. But when the large room comes into view, horror floods Osha, because the place is a huge mess. It’s not completely trashed, the furniture is still intact, but there is party debris all over the room.

“Holy shit,” she says. “Do you have to clean all this up by yourself every time you throw a party?”

She stayed over a few times in the past, and doesn’t remember it ever looking like this the next morning. But then, it hadn’t been very many times, and she’d been pretty hungover on those mornings.

Qimir pulls her the rest of the way down the stairs. “Normally I sort of clean up throughout the night, and discourage people from doing anything too crazy, but…”

He shrugs, and Osha’s face heats. Because last night, he’d been unable to do those things, since he was with her.

He grins when he sees her expression, tugging on her hand and pulling her into his arms there at the base of the stairs. “Trust me, it was worth it. I’d rather clean up after a thousand parties than miss out on even a single moment with you.”

She beams at that. She can’t help it. “Well, I can help with cleaning. But first I need to look for my phone. I left it down here last night.”

“Why don’t you do that, and I’ll get started on breakfast,” he offers.

Osha nods eagerly, and he leans down to kiss her one more time before reluctantly releasing her and padding into the kitchen.

She sighs once he’s gone, looking around the room. She’d left her phone on the coffee table, around which they’d been playing Never Have I Ever the night before. But that doesn’t mean it’s still there. It might not even still be in the house; someone could have swiped it—maliciously or accidentally, the results would be the same.

But somehow, this has been the luckiest twenty-four hours of her life because she finds it still waiting where she left it.

And when she turns on the screen, she discovers a series of texts from her sister waiting.

Mae: fucking FINALLY.

Mae: tho i could do without the concert. maybe next time remember u have people downstairs

Mae: jesus, he must be some kind of sex demon with the way ur screaming

Mae: are u two done?

Mae: sigh. apparently not.

Mae: well, clearly this is going to go for a while. jecks and i are heading out, enjoy urself babe, u deserve it. text me in the morning.

Smiling, Osha opens her messages app.

“Did you find it?” Qimir calls from the kitchen.

“Yep,” Osha calls back. “Be right there.”

She types out a text to her sister, confirming that Mae was right the whole time. But for once, Osha is more than happy to have been wrong.

Her twin may get bragging rights, but Osha gets the relationship she has wanted for years. There’s no doubt in her mind who the real victor is.

With that done, she drops her phone back on the coffee table, then goes in search of her new boyfriend, and the breakfast he’d promised her, excited to start the first full day of their relationship.

And the next time there’s a party, Osha gladly plays Never Have I Ever from the comfort of his lap, happier than ever.