Free The Price of Falling by Melanie Tushmore Page A

hall I could see it was a total mess, clothes and stuff scattered everywhere, posters of lurid designs and names of bands I didn't know. It didn't smell great either.
    Jason pushed the door shut and stood facing me, only a step away. The only illumination now was from the half open blinds which covered the window across the room, slats of light stretched across the wall.
    ‘So,’ he said, an edge of amusement in his voice. ‘What do you want?’
    In answer to that, like a reflex, my eyes fell on his mouth. He must have noticed. I watched his lips pull up in a smile before forming around the word, ‘Well?’
    When I realized he was waiting for me I could feel heat prickling all over my skin, making me unbearably hot. I didn't know what to do, I knew he was leading me on.
    Aware that I could be making a total fool of myself but weighing up that I'd pretty much already done that over the last week, I took a step closer to him. Jason didn't step back, didn't move. I was trying to read him, but I couldn't work it out. All I knew for certain was that he seemed to enjoy teasing me.
    He was the one who came in here, I thought. I decided to take a chance; he wasn't backing away from me as I moved closer. I wasn't sure if it was just my mind running wild but I swear I could almost feel him daring me to make a move.
    So I did. I leaned in and kissed him. Wrapping my arms around his thin body I crushed him to me, inhaling his breath, his smell. He made a sound, a gasp which was lost in my mouth as I kissed him deeply. I felt his hands on my arms but I wasn’t sure if they were pushing at me or simply holding on.
    I had wondered endlessly what this would feel like, thought in a way that kissing another guy might feel weird. It wasn’t; his lips were soft, his mouth tasted sweet even with the hint of cigarettes. I couldn’t get enough. Jason murmured what I thought might be a half-hearted protest, and I could feel him try to turn away.
    Fine, I thought, but we weren’t done yet. I released his mouth, my body still pressed up against him, and quickly brought my hands between us, fumbling at the fly of his pants. In the moment it took him to realize what I was doing he glanced down as my fingers undid his zipper. When his eyes looked back up at me in the dark I couldn’t read them.
    He wasn’t reacting to me, but he wasn’t stopping me either. I tugged his jeans down, impatient to show how much I wanted him. In my haste I was a little rough and set him off balance, pushing him into the wall. I pulled up the hem of his t-shirt with one hand and dipped the other between us to feel him. I was pleasantly surprised to find he was already hard. Jason gasped as I ran my hand on him, teasing. I think I smiled in the dark, glad I had a reaction.
    I leant in to kiss him again, still stroking him, fast, slow, then fast again. He moaned into my mouth. I could feel my own cock straining inside my pants.
    He broke his lips away enough to whisper, ‘Go on, then.’ His hands were on my shoulders and gently pushed down.
    I was eager to obey his order, getting on my knees in front of him. Jason leaned back against the wall as I pulled the jeans further down his legs, rubbed my hands up his slim hips. My breathing was ragged and I had no real idea how to do this, but I knew I wanted it. I took his smooth cock in my mouth and began sucking at him, hoping that instinct would tell me what to do. I had to use my hands too as I couldn’t fit all of him in. I was a little surprised at that, and had a new found respect for the girls who managed to fit a whole lot more in their mouths.
    I must have been doing alright as Jason was making these amazing sounds and urgently pushing his hips at me. I sucked at him until he came. As I was inexperienced I wasn’t quick enough to realize he’d come until I could taste it rolling over my tongue. Unsure what else to do, I swallowed. I didn’t think anything of it, remembering that Stephanie Jones always