Chapter Ten #2
The look he gave me could’ve supplied me with an instant erection, had I not already been rock hard.
Then again, the same could be said for the rear view, as he turned and - his ass just barely covered by the taut blue nylon - walked out through the patio doors.
A clean, compact dive, and he was out of sight.
I took the deep breath it seemed like I’d been putting off for an hour, then drained my glass. Considered, very seriously, refilling it again; the competing thought of Kai waiting for me was sufficient distraction. Just.
Setting down the glass, I hit the dimmer switch on the wall to lower the kitchen into shadows. Walked out to the deck, to find he was already swimming lengths.
I wondered if he’d stop; was quietly happy when he didn’t. As I watched him, his legs and arms a graceful flow of motions, I unbuttoned my pants and pushed them off. Lowering myself to the pool’s edge, I let my lower legs dangle into the water.
Twenty, maybe twenty-five laps later, Kai surfaced in front of me. Grinned, brushing wet hair from his face; I smiled back at him.
“Are you coming in?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Happy watching, for the moment.”
Kai paddled closer. Automatically I spread my legs, to allow him to drift in-between them.
“Liking what you see?”
I stuck out my tongue at him. “Sounds like somebody is fishing for complements.”
He gave my crotch, the thickness of my erection trapped inside my briefs, a pointed look.
“Is that because of me?”
Shaking my head, I sighed melodramatically. “Damn kids these days, thinking everything is about them.” Then caught the gasp in my throat, when his wet hand traced its way along my hardness.
“Lift your hips,” he instructed, and I obliged. Leaned back on my outstretched arms, raising my ass off the deck and then watched as Kai used the opportunity to tug my underwear down.
He licked his lips. “Am I gonna sound desperate if I tell you I’ve been thinking about this all day?”
I stared down at him, his eager face between my thighs. My cock was almost pressed against my shirt, it was so hard. “Less talk,” I told him, hearing the lust in my voice, “more action.”
Wet fingers hooking around my dick and tugging it upright; Kai’s body rising out of the water just enough that he could slip his lips around me. I hissed at the sensations of his tongue around my tip, thighs clenching where his fingers dug into my flesh.
It should’ve felt powerful, dominant, having this muscled twenty-something with his face full of my cock, but it didn’t feel that way.
Kai’s hold on me almost proprietorial, the suction of his throat switching from soft to hard and back again, my shuddering body forever playing catch-up with each twist. All I could do was lace one hand loosely in his hair and ride the wave of pleasure he was generating in me.
I knew he was good, talented, but it seemed like he was on a mission to prove it to me this evening.
The slow, almost tickling strokes of his lips around the base of my shaft, while his tongue played lazy circles.
Then unexpectedly speeding up, my nerve-endings tingling as he sucked on me, until it felt like I was moments away from yelping in some heady mixture of pleasure that bordered on torture.
My body moved in his grip like it was an artist’s form, Kai easing my legs up until my feet were perched on the edge of the pool.
My cock still enveloped in his mouth, forcing my hips to tilt and my torso to flatten back.
Long, strumming strokes of his thumbs down the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, easing into the groove of my ass and pulling at me.
When he dragged his lips off my dick I groaned in frustration, even as he resumed the thrum of sensations with one slick fist gliding up and down my spit-slippery erection.
He pushed his face against my balls, tongue slathering them wetly, the tip of it nudging underneath to the firm expanse between my legs.
I knew where he was going, couldn’t have stopped him even if I’d wanted to.
Instead, held my breath as the first, languid stroke grazed my hole.
Slyly tentative to start, long brushes across my flinching muscles until my twitching had eased.
My body beginning to build up a tolerance, however slight, to the rush of pleasure he was generating.
Gradually, unmistakably, I felt him press harder. Each lick firmer and more insistent, as in turn my body relaxed and opened to him. I could feel him nudging inside of me now, jolts of pleasure periodically rushing through my legs as I fought the urge to clamp my thighs down around his head.
I knew I should probably be more afraid of someone seeing us.
A neighbor looking out of their second floor window and catching sight of us, bodies enmeshed.
Hell, even his parents, were they to walk past and glance over the fence.
Their handsome, good-natured doctor-in-training with his tongue deep in some stranger’s ass.
I wasn’t, though. Wasn’t bothered, wasn’t in any way inclined to distract him from what he was doing to me, from the feelings he was generating inside of me.
It had been so long since someone touched me like this; even with my ex, it had been the exception not the rule.
Our sex life dwindling to the most basic mechanics, and my brain making some Stockholm syndrome allowance for that.
The reaction from my body was telling me it had never bought into that diagnosis.
I grunted, hard, when he slid the first finger into me.
Felt my muscles easing, as he set up a slow rhythm; dragging his finger almost free, and then pushing it back inside me until his hand was tight against my cheeks.
That glorious sensation of fullness as he added a second digit.
I knew it should by all rights hurt, it’d been so long, but it didn’t.
Kai had bypassed years of neglect and found a shortcut directly to my libido.
His tongue lapped eagerly around where his fingers were stretching me, a whirlpool of sensations radiating out from the depths of my hole. I knew, more than anything in that moment, that I needed him to fuck me.
“Come on,” I hissed at him, “I’m ready.”
Kai chuckled; I felt the vibrations of it through my pelvis. “I think you’ll find I decide when you’re ready,” he countered.
I groaned my frustration, then bit my lip as he returned his mouth to my twitching, over-stimulated flesh.
He kept me there for five more minutes, maybe, though it felt like an eternity.
I lost track of when his fingers were in me, and when it was his tongue, and when it could have been both.
All the time his languid, almost taunting strokes on my cock; never firm enough to propel me toward a climax, nor soft enough to ever ignore.
When he pushed himself up, out of the pool between my thighs, I could’ve whimpered with relief. Instead let him pull me up on shaking legs, and push me backwards into the house, unbuttoning my shirt as we went.
“Should we...” I started, thinking of the stairs and my bedroom, only to be silenced by his mouth on mine. A kiss that set my brain whirling.
“Get down on the floor,” he told me, voice low but the command impossible to disobey.
I lowered myself down, eyes tracking along his body and the wet skin only barely covered with turquoise nylon. His erection pushing eagerly at the fabric.
The rustle of his shorts pocket, Kai bending to dig through his discarded clothes, and then he was kneeling between my thighs.
One hand, palm flat on my chest, pushing me back until I was prone on the thick rug, with his lube-slicked fingers easing into my hole.
The expression on his face was knowing, assured to the point of almost being cocky.
A little entertained at how willfully I’d given up any pretense of restraint at the promise of more pleasure.
I reached up, fingers like eager claws as I pulled at his trunks. Tugged them down, his cock jutting free, thick and urgent. Got only one, maybe two strokes in, before he knocked my hands away and deftly rolled on a condom.
“Tate,” I heard him say, the sudden, unexpected undercurrent of seriousness in his voice dragging my attention up to his face. “Tell me if you don’t... y’know...” He frowned. “If you’re not... wanting it any more.”
“I will,” I told him, blushing fiercely. Then gasped as I felt the blunt head of his cock press against me. Kai’s hands on my hips; a surgeon’s hold, considering the most effective angle.
I held my breath, but couldn’t quite keep back the groan as he pushed into me. It had been so long, longer than I could really remember, since I’d been fucked. It took my body a few moments to remember how that felt.
How it felt, and how it could feel. The instinctual tightness easing, allowing Kai to press further against me.
His hands on my chest now, pushing the shirt off my shoulders, fingertips raking across my pecs and running down my stomach.
The lightest of grips around my dick, but even that almost too much to bear.
Not when it was coupled with the sensations of him buried in my hole.
“So... tight...” he grunted, eyes closed. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he steadied himself on me with outstretched arms.
I reached up, ran the pad of my thumb across his cheekbone. Fascinated by how Kai turned his face, my grazing digit nudging between his lips as my fingers cradled his jaw.
When he dragged his hips back, pushed them forward again, I felt my whole body tense beneath him. The feeling so foreign and yet so familiar, already the jolts of pleasure beginning to spiral out from my eager flesh.
I tried to slow my breathing, to stay in the moment rather than allow myself to get whipped up to a premature ending. Kai’s movements shifting, from cautious to more confident. That confidence morphing into aggression, his hips a constant rhythm against my pelvis.