Hiding Sparrows

19. Ask and you shall recieve

I didn't let Heath say more than two words when he arrived before I started making out with him. He didn't argue, pulling me out of the doorway so he could shut it with his foot then tracing his hand down my side.

"Okay," he said, pulling away for a moment. "Someone's eager."

"Mmm, no talking." And then I started kissing him again.

He groaned and relented, leaning back and letting me take control.

This was mildly frustrating, because it wasn't what I wanted. I wanted him to take the lead. But I didn't bother correcting him because I needed the touch so bad. I was craving it. Plus, at least if I was in control, I could prove that I was worth it.

The kissing got more and more heated, and I lifted my hand and started undoing his belt, before beginning to trail my mouth downwards.

"Wow, already? Really?" He said.

I murmured in confirmation, getting on my knees.

"No, really?" He said, sounding unsure. "In the hallway?"

This made me stop, and I asked, "Why? Do you not want to anymore? I can stop-"

"Hey, Robin, chill. I didn't say that. It's just... I don't know, shouldn't we do it in the bedroom? The hallway isn't really for..."

"What, oral sex?" I asked. He turned crimson. Heath hated talking about this stuff. He hated acknowledging what we were doing when we had sex. He barely even moaned. I think it was because he brought up in a very conservative household, and some part of him still thought of sex as taboo. Especially blowjobs.

"Yeah, it's just a weird place to go down on someone. I mean, every time I am going to walk down here, I'll think about it..."

The words conjured up a different image in my head. Not of the scene we were just having.

I'm going to need to hear you say it...

"Okay," I said, hastily, shoving the image from my mind. "Let's go into the bedroom."

Relieved, Heath stepped back and pulled me into the bedroom, shutting the door behind us. Another weird habit of his. I'd teased him about it before, it's not like anyone is going to walk in on us. But he had just shrugged.

I fell to my knees and looked up at him. "You ready?"

He laughed and tugged on my shoulder. "Calm down, you eager beaver."

"Eager beaver?"

"Yeah," he said with a grin, pulling me back to my feet. "Slow down, we're in no rush. Unless you think Jack is going to knock on the door again."

"Jack?" I echoed, freezing in place. How did Heath know about Jack?

He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, Jack, your thug business partner. He interrupted us the last time I was over, remember?"

I was flooded with relief, remembering the false name Ty had introduced himself as to Heath. I forcibly feigned ignorance. "Oh, of course right. Sorry, I forgot about that."

He gave me a weird look, but thankfully didn't question it. Instead, he reached up and toyed with the hem of my dress. "This is new. Very... pink."

"I know," I said with a scoff. "I feel like a giant cupcake."

"Mmm," he murmured. "You look like one. It's nice to see you dressed up like this, though."

He looked over my face, no doubt taking in the dress makeup he had never really seen me wear. I could tell the question was on his mind, I could see it in his eyes.