Chapter 17 #2
He smiled. “There is no ‘but.’ Not in the way you’re expecting.”
That caught me off guard. “You’re not going to tell me it’s a bad idea?”
“On the contrary. I think it could be a very good idea.”
I stared at him. “Really?”
“Yes.” He stopped playing, stood, then crossed the room, heading towards the kitchen. “You are in Berlin,” he called out. “Not Manchester. The rules are different here. Or perhaps”—he peered at me through the open doorway—“they are simply more honest.”
I sat with my hands clasped, trying to process that. “It’s not… too much? For someone who’s never—”
“Done anything like this before?” Karl finished.
“Yes.”
He came back carrying two mugs of coffee. “That depends on how you approach it.”
I frowned. “Meaning?”
Karl took a sip, then set the mug down. “Are you going because you feel you should? Or because you want to?”
“I want to.” That part was clear at least.
Karl nodded. “And do you trust the man who is taking you?”
That answer came just as easily. “Yes.”
His expression softened. “Then you will be fine.”
It sounded so simple.
“That’s it?” I said.
“That is it.” Then he added in a gentler tone, “You are not being led into something against your will. You are choosing to step into it. There is a difference.”
I let that settle.
He’s right.
“And if I get there and decide it’s not for me?”
“Then you leave,” Karl said. “Preferably with the same man you arrived with.”
I managed a wry chuckle. “That seems sensible.”
He grinned. “I have my moments.” Then he studied me again, more closely this time. “You are not as uncertain as you think.”
“No?”
“No.” He smiled. “You have already decided. You are simply asking for permission.”
I straightened on the piano bench. “I don’t need permission.”
Karl arched his eyebrows. “No,” he agreed. “You don’t. But it’s nice to have it anyway.”
I loved the hint of amusement in his voice.
“Thank you,” I said with a smile.
Karl inclined his head. “Enjoy yourself. But wear something appropriate.”
I glanced down at what I was wearing. “What does that mean?”
His expression was utterly composed. “It means that Berlin will expect a certain standard of effort.”
I laughed, and just like that, the weight lifted from my shoulders.
Whatever the following night turned out to be, I wasn’t walking into it blindly.
I was walking into it knowing exactly why.
“Now, finish your coffee, and then we’ll go and see Berlin from the top of a bus.
” Karl’s eyes gleamed. “But be warned. This will take a couple of hours. And yes, before you ask, there is that much to see.” Then he chuckled.
“Try to keep your mind on the tour, and not on your party. Because I will be asking questions later.”
I didn’t doubt that for a second.
I also knew keeping my mind on sightseeing and off Stefan was going to be a stretch.
Stefan
“When you said dinner, I thought we were going out to eat,” Kieran said as he settled back against the couch cushions.
I let out a mock gasp. “Is this a complaint about my cookery skills?”
His eyes widened in obvious alarm. “Oh God, no. That was delicious. I didn’t—”
I leaned over and stopped his words with a kiss, loving the low moan he couldn’t contain. “You are going to have to learn when I’m teasing you.”
His hand was on my nape, keeping me there, and I was more than happy to kiss him.
And when he’s finally learned that, he’ll leave.
I did my best to shove that thought from my mind.
At last, we parted, and I reached for my coffee.
“Can I ask you something?”
I glanced at him, my lips twitching. “You can always ask.”
Kieran expelled a slow breath, as if steadying himself. “This… what we’re doing. You seem very… certain.”
“That’s because I am.”
“And experienced.”
I smiled. “Also true. And thank you for the compliments.” I was curious to know where he was going.
He traced circles on my thigh with his index finger. “Do you ever…?” Then he clammed up.
I waited for whatever was on his mind to make its way to his lips.
Kieran glanced away, then back at me. “Do you… do you ever not take the lead?”
A beat of silence.
I smiled. Oh.
“Is that what you’re asking?” I kept my voice low and even, noting the tinge of red in his cheeks, on his neck, creeping up from beneath the neckline of his shirt.
This time he didn’t look away. “Yes.”
I studied him for a moment longer, then grinned. “Sometimes.” Except I didn’t mean it as a joke, but as a promise of something more.
Kieran swallowed. “Good.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Good?”
He met my gaze, and something in him had steadied. “I’d like to know what that’s like.”
My skin prickled, and I gave him an approving glance. “Then we’ll take our time.”
His breathing caught. “You mean…”
I brought his hand to my lips and kissed his fingers. “I mean, I think we’re about to have an early night.” Then I took one of his fingers into my mouth and sucked on it.
Kieran’s groan went straight to my cock.
I stood, my eyes on him as I stripped off, taking my time, my dick already jutting out, like a flagpole.
He stared at me. “Here?”
I grinned. “You’re going to take me on the rug.” Then I got down on all fours. “And you know where I want your tongue.”
Kieran’s full body shiver was delicious.
He unbuttoned his shirt, removed it, and then the rest of his clothing. One glance at his cock told me he was more than ready for this.
I inclined my head towards the coffee table. “Left hand drawer. Lube.”
He laughed, and it was such a bright, confident sound. “Do you have lube all over the apartment?” He opened the drawer and grabbed the bottle.
“Oh yes. And one day soon I think I’m going to fuck you on every flat surface I can find. Even some not-so-flat ones.”
“That sounds like a challenge.” He knelt behind me, his hands on my arse cheeks, spreading me. “Oh, look at you.”
I sighed as he kissed my arse, the touch light and almost reverent. His breath warmed my hole. “Don’t be shy,” I told him. “Go for it.”
That first tentative lick sent a shudder through me, and I bowed my head, reaching for my shaft. I gave it several slow tugs as he licked over my pucker, and with each pass of his tongue, I knew he was getting more into it.
“That’s it,” I whispered. “Kieran, that’s perfect.”
He moaned against my hole, and I let go of my dick to reach back and push his face deeper into my crease. When I felt his tongue push at the tight ring of muscle, it was my turn to groan.
“Get in there. Get as deep as you can.” My voice cracked.
Kieran played my body like it was his piano, until I was crying out, desperate for more. He licked over my hole, tickling it, then went right back to tongue-fucking it.
“Please.”
He stilled. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your cock inside me.”
I caught the click of the bottle cap, and the next moment, the warm, slippery head of his dick was right where I wanted it. I took deep breaths, waiting for him to push inside, forcing myself to relax.
“Oh God, that feels so good,” he said with a moan, easing into me carefully, until at last I felt his wiry pubes against my arse. He gripped my shoulder with one hand, the other on my waist, and began to move, a glorious sawing motion that set my body alight.
“Go harder,” I begged. “Don’t hold back.”
Kieran picked up speed, our bodies slapping together, the sound sharp and loud in the quiet room.
It wasn’t enough.
Kieran
“Crouch behind me,” Stefan demanded. “Spear your cock deep into my hole.”
I grabbed both his shoulders and mounted him, sliding into him so easily.
“That’s it. Fuck me.”
I groaned and filled him to the hilt, driving my shaft all the way home.
“Yeah, like that. You feel amazing.”
I moved faster, slamming into him, my balls slapping against his arse as I got into a rhythm. The friction was exquisite, and I couldn’t get enough. There was only one thing missing.
I wanted to see his face.
I pulled out. “Get on your back.”
Stefan flipped over, drawing his knees up to his chest. I aimed at his hole and slid right back into him, loving his wide eyes and parted lips.
“Grab my ankles.” He lifted his legs into the air, spread wide, and I gripped his ankles tightly, rocking into his body with more speed, greater force.
He nodded, panting. “That’s it. Give me all you’ve got.” He grabbed his rigid dick and smacked it against my belly, punctuating my thrusts. I placed his calves on my shoulders and fucked him, my body on fire.
“You’re getting close,” he groaned. “Do it. Come inside me.”
I leaned over, folding him in half, my hips snapping as I drove my cock deep into his hole, feeling it tighten around me.
“Aw, that feels…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I claimed his mouth in a long, fervent kiss, his hands on my nape as he returned it, both of us breathing heavily.
And then I was there, pulsing into him, my dick throbbing as I emptied my balls into his warm, tight body. Stefan clung to me, and I moaned into the kiss, jolted by the electricity that zapped through me, sending me over the edge.
His warm cum spattered my belly and he shuddered out a sigh.
I didn’t want to move. I couldn’t move, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. His hands were in my hair, gentle and slow, and I buried my face in his neck, breathing him in, my heart hammering, my cock still wedged inside him.
At last, he cupped my face and gazed into my eyes.
“I think I’m going to need you to apply some cream after this.”
I blinked. “Cream?”
He chuckled. “I’m expecting a case of rug rash.”
I laughed, and my dick slipped out of the warm prison of his body. “Tell me where it hurts, and I’ll kiss it better.”
I’d kiss you all night long.
Except at some point, the night would end.
My stay would end.
Don’t. Enjoy this while you have it. This is just sex, right?
I already knew it was way more than that.