Chapter 12 #2
I didn’t trust myself to move. The way he was touching me, looking at me… It wasn’t hunger, but more like recognition, as though he’d been waiting for me but hadn’t believed I would ever appear.
“You’re…” he began, then stopped, the word catching somewhere between thought and voice. His gaze met mine, steadier now. “You’re beautiful.” His hand didn’t leave me, but simply stayed there, solid, present, as if he was anchoring himself as much as me.
And then his lips found mine again, his kiss fiercer, stealing my breath, making me tingle with need.
When his fingers strayed lower, brushing the waistband of my jeans, my heartbeat raced.
I grasped his wrist and brought his hand to my crotch, my breathing erratic.
I shivered when he traced the line of my hardening dick through the denim.
“Please,” I whispered.
Stefan’s breathing hitched as he popped the button free and lowered the zip.
He smiled when he saw the damp spot on my white cotton briefs.
“As if I could resist that.” A heartbeat later, he’d tugged my jeans down to my ankles before taking them off completely.
My cock strained against my underwear, and he pulled the fabric to one side, revealing my thickening shaft that bobbed up as if to greet him.
Then he bent over and took the head of my dick between his lips, and I shuddered.
“Oh. Oh God.”
Something I’d fantasised so many times was finally happening, and it was better than I’d ever imagined.
He teased the head with his tongue, and electricity zapped through me, all the way into my balls. When he paused, I groaned, then caught my breath when he slid my briefs down my furry legs.
“This isn’t fair,” I groused. When he blinked, I pointed to him. “You’re still dressed.”
Stefan grinned. “Not for long.” He got up off the couch, stripped off his shirt, then unfastened his jeans. A heavy cock rose into the air, unfettered by underwear. He curled his hand around it, stroking it. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” I managed to croak. I forgot to breathe when Stefan removed every inch of clothing.
Stefan
I joined him on the couch, taking his mouth in a long, hard kiss. His hand was on my thigh, inching its way higher until at last, tentative fingers brushed the head of my cock.
“It won’t break,” I assured him. That first delicate contact sent a shiver of anticipation trickling up and down my spine.
Kieran slid his fingers along my length, warm and gentle.
“Touch my balls too.” I kissed him, feeding him a low moan of pleasure when he worked my shaft, moving with more confidence.
He cupped my sac and squeezed it, and I kissed him with even more urgency.
When I broke the kiss, his eyes met mine. “Can I…?”
My throat tightened at the sight of his earnest face, his eyes dark, his pupils huge.
I nodded.
Kieran knelt on the couch beside me, leaned over, and kissed the head of my cock.
Christ, that was…
Before I could tell him how it looked, how it felt, he kissed his way down my shaft, his fingers around its root, and finally, my cock was in his mouth.
I closed my eyes and rested my head against the back of the couch, letting the sensations wash over me. Kieran sucked and licked, and with each passing minute I could feel him grow more confident.
“We can swap if you want.”
He reared his head up. “No. I love this. I’ve thought about doing this for so long.” He got off the couch and knelt before me, pushing my legs apart, spreading me wide, making space for himself. His mouth was scant inches from my dick.
“Put your tongue out,” I told him.
Kieran did as instructed, and I smacked it with my cock.
He laughed, and I did it again. Then he took me in his mouth and I couldn’t sit still a moment longer.
I placed my hands on his head and pushed up with my hips, a gentle movement not designed to go too deep.
He moaned around my shaft, and the vibrations went through me.
I patted the seat cushion beside me. “Get up here again.”
He pulled free of me, got onto the couch, and sat beside me. I tugged him closer, then reached over to curl my hand around his dick. His hand found mine, and we stroked each other, kissing all the while, both of us unable to remain quiet.
Then he leaned over again, and wet warmth surrounded my cock.
I ran my hands over his shoulders, tugging gently on the mat of hair covering them. “On your knees, baby,” I whispered.
Kieran knelt on all fours, and I guided his head back to my dick.
I reached under him to stroke his rigid dick and his balls, loving the shivers that coursed through him.
Then I slid my fingers higher, until I brushed over his hole that tightened even as I touched it.
I brought my hand to his mouth, then rubbed a single finger over his lower lip.
“Suck it.”
Kieran took it into his mouth and sucked, and my pulse quickened at the thought of what was coming. I pulled it free, then reached over him this time, slowly inching my slick finger inside him.
Kieran moaned around my shaft, but didn’t stop sucking.
I removed my finger and rubbed over his perineum, slow and steady, and Kieran’s moans multiplied. Pre-cum dripped from his slit, and I caught it with my thumb. I fed it to him, then smeared more onto his cock.
His head bobbed on my dick, noises pouring from him.
I scooped up more pre-cum, then slid my finger back inside him, crooking it, massaging his prostate.
Kieran pulled off my cock with a cry. “Stefan….”
I didn’t stop. “Do it. Let me feel it.”
A heartbeat later, his body tightened around my finger and he shot his load, nonsensical words tumbling from his lips.
I cupped his chin and kissed him, swallowing every sound, feeling every tremor.
And when at last he was still, I pulled him in tight beside me and tugged on my shaft, my breathing shallow as I came, warmth coating my thigh, my chest rising and falling.
I held him close, kissing his cheeks, his forehead, his lips. I told him how amazing he’d looked as he orgasmed, how it had felt to be inside him.
At last, he let out a sigh. “Does it always feel so good?”
I kissed his hair. “Only when it’s right.”
Kieran absorbed that in silence. Then he smiled. “Good.” A moment later he stilled.
“What is it?”
He inclined his head to look me in the eye. “I don’t want to go back to Karl’s.”
I pressed my lips to his forehead. “Then don’t. Text him to say you’re staying the night.”
He blinked. “Is that okay?”
I kissed him again. “More than okay.”
I wasn’t wondering where this was going, what came next.
I just knew I wanted more.