Chapter Four #4
He laughed, then reached behind me to grab my ass. “So you’re saying I don’t have to play coy any more?”
I gave him a skeptical look. “Is this meant to be you playing coy?”
Even as he shrugged, I felt his fingers tracing tiny circles against my cheeks. Progressively kneading into the flesh there.
“If I’d stuck with entirely coy I’d still be giving you a swimming lesson, no?”
“So this was all some calculated seduction.”
Kai tilted his hips, our cocks sliding against each other. “No, in the first place it was me really, really wanting to use your pool,” he admitted.
I chuckled at his honesty.
“But then we hung out a few times, and I saw how you were looking at me.”
I made a face. “Here was me thinking I was so discreet.”
Kai snorted. “I admire your capacity for self-deception.”
Sighing, I ran my fingertip across the waistband of his Speedo. “So the suits were all for my benefit, even if I didn’t quite realize it at the time?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Not really. I honestly don’t like swimming in baggy shorts, it’s so uncomfortable. Plus tight things turn me on. Both wearing them, and seeing someone else wearing them.”
I took the opportunity to ease my hands around his narrow hips as he pulled me in closer. Ran my fingers up to his shoulders. When our chests touched, the heat from his body was incredible.
“I guess this was a good buy for me, then,” I observed. “Even if I felt like a pervert at the mall.”
Kai nodded. “Do you want to feel like even more of a pervert now?”
I did want that. I really, really did.
Clearly enough of my unspoken reply was visible in my face, because the next thing I knew Kai’s hands were slipping down, underneath my ass, and lifting me.
Biceps swelling as he set me on the cool marble edge of the countertop, my legs automatically parting as he stepped in-between them. His hands dropped to my thighs.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he suggested.
I couldn’t help the bark of laughter from escaping. “Trust me, I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
Kai smirked. Suddenly his hand was on my crotch, fingers wrapping around my erection where the tight swimsuit trapped it against my hip. Alternating between gently squeezing it and then rubbing it, the friction like a delicious static charge against my hardness.
“I really love sucking dick,” he told me, his voice low and seductive.
“I love it when my lips are stretched wide around a thick, hard cock, and it’s filling my mouth to the point I can hardly breathe.
When there’s drool just running down my chin, and the guy’s calling me a cocksucker and a slut and names like that. ”
I was throbbing in his fist, somehow even harder than I had been just moments before. Hearing those words come out of his boy-next-door face - and, no surprise, imagining it being my dick that was fucking that face - was like a porn movie come to life.
“So show me what you can do,” I murmured, trying to control my breathing. Then, after a moment’s pause and only a little self-conscious, added, “cocksucker.”
Kai licked his lips.
I felt his fingers ease under the waistband of my suit, pulling down at the taut fabric.
Fingertips grazing the top of my shaft, where my cock strained against its tight confines.
Part of me wanted to scream at him to hurry, to yank myself free and force his head between my thighs, but another part - the ever-so-slightly greater part - demanded that I let him take the lead.
My hand found the nape of his neck when he dipped his head, twisting in the unruly hair there.
At first it was the faint hum of his breath against me, and then I felt the slow, wet drag of his tongue across my prick.
Kai’s hand pulling on my suit just enough to expose my hardness, the shaft trapped against me; still, enough access to allow him a taste.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I gasped. I felt more than heard his chuckle in response, a vibration through my groin that set me twitching. His deft fingers finally pulling me free, and then the wet slap of my dick against his cheek.
He wasted no more time, lips smudging their way up from the base of my cock to the tip. I squeezed my fist in his hair.
I knew what he wanted to hear, how he wanted me to take control. To order him around; he’d already told me as much. Only there was no way I could be that person, say those words.
Kai took pity on me. Or, perhaps, only one of us suffered from that excess of restraint. His mouth slid eagerly around me, the grip hot and slick..
It took everything in me, not to push myself as far into his throat as I could reach.
My body silently howling at the sensations he was creating, at the spiral of pleasure radiating up my spine.
Had just enough clarity of thought to wonder, through that restraint, whether he’d object to such treatment anyway.
I didn’t know well enough yet to try it; couldn’t bring myself to risk prematurely ending this surge of giddying feelings by attempting to rush him.
Gradually he leaned into me, feeding more and more of my shaft between his stretched lips.
His tongue working on me, lashing against the underside of my cock and wrapping eagerly around the head.
I’d been dripping precum for some time now, but by this point I knew his mouth would be coated in it.
The thick, sweet musk of me sharp on his tastebuds.
When he began sucking on me in earnest it was like a switch had been thrown. That slow, teasing consumption of my dick suddenly replaced by a maelstrom of sensations. Kai’s fingers digging into my upper thighs, pinning me in place as he worked me over with his mouth.
I thrust a hand back, behind me, to brace myself on the cold marble countertop. Then made eye-contact, down the long, smooth slope of my stomach with the twenty-something youth whose lips were taut around the base of my erection. I could see the smile in his gaze.
“Yeah,” I told him, hearing the unsteadiness in my voice, “show me how you suck that dick.”
Part of me felt ridiculous - talking dirty during sex had never been a particular strength of mine; it felt more laughable than arousing when I’d tried it with my ex - but the way Kai redoubled his efforts seemed ample evidence that he had no such qualms.
After a minute or so of that, my body doing its best to buck underneath him, he pulled off me with an audible pop. Worked my shaft with his fist, as he smirked up at me with swollen, spit-slicked lips.
“You taste good,” he purred, voice thick.
I ran a thumb across his mouth, Kai turning his head to try to catch the fingertip. “And you’ve done this before,” I observed, grinning back at him.
His expression was sultry. “Maybe a couple of times,” he conceded, with a wink.
I pulled at the back of his head. “Practice makes perfect.”
He didn’t need any more instruction, replacing his milking fist with his mouth again. Swiftly taking me all the way to the base, so that I could feel the grip of his throat.
This time, though, I didn’t let him set the pace.
Used, instead, the fistful of his messy hair to hold his face in my lap; kept myself buried deep in his gullet.
I could feel from the twitching in his neck when he was starting to gasp for breath.
Eased up, then, allowing an inch or so to slip free, before yanking him back in.
If I’d feared Kai would be turned off by it, the reality was nothing of the sort. No resistance, no fighting each rough stroke as I used his throat. Just the hot, rhythmic wetness of him around me, as he allowed me to pleasure myself with his body.
It was that - that liberation to put my own enjoyment at the fore - more than anything else that lit the fuse to my climax.
I could feel myself churning, the blood rushing in my ears like white noise.
Jaw clenched almost painfully: knowing that I was about to lose control, and so eager for it too, but at the same time furious at myself for giving in so rapidly.
The two sides fought, the lust for pleasure competing with the potential future benefits of delayed gratification. Their argument muddied by the hungry look in Kai’s eyes when I stared down at him, his cheeks flushed and pupils vast. I knew exactly what he wanted.
With a grunt, I pulled him off my dick. Felt the tug on the hair in my fist as he tried, vainly, to recapture me between his lips amid a hiss of frustration.
I could see where his drool had coursed down between my legs, soaking a dark path in the gray of my swimsuit where my swollen balls were still contained.
“Stop,” I gasped, my chest heaving. For a moment I thought I’d waited too long, left it too late. Thought that my jerking cock would finish what I’d tried to delay, spraying my load across his face rather than straight down into his stomach.
It didn’t, though, even if my body was furious at me for the interruption. Shivering with frustration, the urge to release my hold on him and allow him to finish what he’d started near-overwhelming.
“Why?” he demanded, breathlessly.
I shook my head, trying to get it to stop spinning. “Too soon.”
Kai chuckled through wet lips. “You’re worried this is gonna be a one-time thing?”
I shrugged, awkwardly. “I don’t know what this is... but I know I don’t want it to be over so quickly.”
He smiled at me, then reached out and ran a fingertip down my dick. It glistened with spit and precum.
“This isn’t going to be the only time I have your cock in my throat, Tate,” he told me. There was a rasp in his voice, whether from lust or for more practical reasons after what we’d just been doing. “Unless you tell me to stop.”
A sudden mental slideshow of all the ways, all the places Kai could deep-throat me. I half-swallowed my groan.
Standing, he moved in close to me, between my thighs. Close enough that the tip of my erection was pressed, wetly, against his stomach. I had to look up to meet his eyes.