Chapter Fifteen
Kason
I’ve never been so turned on in my life.
I’m dying to fuck Anthony, but I also could have spent hours just enjoying him, touching him, tasting him.
Everything about the man goes straight to my head, and making him feel wanted, desired, telling him how good he is for me, short-circuits my brain in a way I never knew I would crave.
It’s like everything is amped up with him, and I just want to keep exploring everything I can with him, want to keep discovering new places on his body to savor and find every noise I can make him spill for me.
I grab the lube and condom, setting the condom on the mattress beside me. I slick my fingers, then say, “Come here. Kiss me while I make sure you’re all opened up for me.”
“Promise to do it quickly.”
I chuckle.
“I can’t help it. I love dick, and you have no idea how much I want yours.”
“Whose?” I quirk a brow.
“My boyfriend’s.”
“That’s a good boy.”
Anthony straddles me, cups my face, and covers my mouth with his. He has control of the kiss from the start, pushing his tongue between my lips as I work my fingers into his crease.
I start with one, sinking inside his hot, tight body, then work two into him, fucking him and stretching him, making sure he’s ready for my dick.
Anthony makes hungry noises into my mouth, kissing me harder as he rides my fingers the way he’s about to do with my cock.
It doesn’t take long before I’m working a third finger in, Anthony fucking back on me and then rutting his front against any part of my body he can reach.
It’s killing me not to be inside him right now.
I’m achy, my body throbbing with pent-up want.
When he gasps and pulls away, I know neither of us can handle the game anymore.
“Unless you tell me no or you don’t want it anymore, it’s time for me to sit on your dick.”
“Fuck yes,” I respond, a strange sort of joy mixing with the eagerness in my voice.
Anthony grabs the condom, rips open the wrapper, then slides it down my cock.
He pumps lube into his hand, strokes me, and then I’m sliding farther down onto the pillows and he’s following me.
He doesn’t waste any time, grabbing my dick, getting it and himself in the right position, then slowly, so fucking slowly I’m scared it might kill me, he sinks on my cock.
“Oh fuck…” Anthony says breathlessly, his eyes rolling back, lids fluttering. “Oh fuck, I needed this.”
“Me too. God, your hole is so fucking perfect already. It’s just right for my dick. You’re so hot, so tight, like you were made to fit around my dick.”
“So good…God, I fucking love it. I’m gonna ride you so fucking good. I’ll be the best you ever had.”
“You already are.” I grab his hips and thrust up into him. Anthony cries out. It takes everything inside me not to do the same. His body hugs me like he’s holding on for dear life, like he needs my dick inside him to survive.
“Let me see it, pretty boy. Let me see how you ride me.”
That’s all Anthony needs to start moving. He drops his head back, throat long and slender, while he rises and falls on my dick. Each movement is fluid, making all the pleasure receptors in my body spark and crackle.
He makes hungry sounds, moans, groans, and whispers my name. “Fuck, Kason. Such a good dick.”
“Suck a perfect hole,” I remind him.
I pull his mouth to mine, tongue fucking between his lips while he gets his pleasure from my dick.
My whole body is already tingling, and my balls have been ready to let loose for a damn hour now.
I use my free hand to stroke him while he rides my dick, every up-and-down slide of his ass bringing me closer to the edge.
“Fuck.” He pulls back, tilting his body backward, hands flat on the bed and fucking himself on my dick in a position that wouldn’t be easy for everyone to do. “I’m close. So fucking close, baby.”
It’s not the first time he’s called me baby, but earlier it felt more playful than this one, and hearing it goes straight to my head.
I work my hand faster on Anthony’s dick as he takes what he needs from mine, and then our eyes meet, his pupils wide.
I know he’s about to come a second before he does, and then he’s clenching his ass around me, his cock jerking in my hand as his balls tighten and he shoots.
Cum drips down my hand, his stomach, spurt after spurt, like there’s a never-ending supply in his balls right now for me.
I keep going, keep jerking him and fucking into him until he’s wrung dry, and then I flip us, Anthony on his back, and slam into him over and over and over again, looking down at the prettiest fucking man I’ve ever seen until my vision blurs and my orgasm takes me to a whole new planet.
“I’m dead,” he says after a moment. “I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard.”
“Me neither.” I hold the base of the condom while I pull out of him, leaning down and licking up the jizz on his abs.
When I’ve collected it all, Anthony grabs me, pulling me into another kiss, the two of us swapping his load around as I lie on top of him and we lazily make out.
“I like kissing you,” I tell him, pressing my lips gently to his.
“I’m very good at it.”
I chuckle. “You are.”
“I like kissing you too,” he says softly. “I never cared much about kissing before, but now…”
Pride blooms in my chest. “Now you love kissing your boyfriend.” My lips find his again, more slow, sexy kisses like we have all damn day to lie in this bed.
And while the mess doesn’t bother me, after a few minutes, and even though I don’t want to leave, I say, “I’ll be right back.
” I head to the bathroom, get rid of the rubber, then wet a cloth and wipe myself off.
I rinse it, then bring it back to bed. Anthony is still on his back, dick soft against his thigh, eyes closed.
He flinches when I rub the cloth against him. “What are you doing?”
“Cleaning you off.”
He doesn’t reply, just watches me in this strange way that makes me wonder if no man has ever taken the time to take care of Anthony after sex before.
I vow to be the guy to do it for him. I even rub the rag around his crease, cleaning the lube from his crack, before tossing it into the laundry basket and climbing into bed with him. “Can you stay longer?” I ask.
“Yes. If you want. But if you need some space, I—”
“I don’t,” I interrupt. “If I did, I wouldn’t have asked you to stay, sexy.”
“Okay, who has a bunch of names for whom now?”
“It’s not my fault you’re inspiring.” I kiss him. “You are my new favorite flavor.”
He laughs, a real, happy, joyous laughter. “Oh my God. That was so cheesy.”
“That was good is what that was. I’m fantastic at wooing you.”
His brows go up. “Are you now?” Anthony pushes me to my back and lies on top of me. “What if I’m the one who’s good at wooing you?”
“That too,” I admit, and his gaze turns serious.
“You scare me, Kason Maddox.”
Hearing that breaks my heart. It’s clear a whole lot of things and people have hurt Anthony in his life. “You don’t have to be. I won’t hurt you.” I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it a hundred times if I have to.
“It’s not always something you can control.”
“I won’t hurt you,” I vow again. I’m not sure who moves first before we’re kissing again. By the time we’re done making out, my lips are chapped. “Do you want to naked meditate with me?”
Anthony grins. “Who could say no to that?”
We get out of bed and go to the meditation and relaxation side of my room.
We set everything up, dim the lights, and turn on soft music.
Anthony is clearly comfortable in his nudity, sitting on the blanket I laid out for us, cock soft and hanging prettily between his legs.
I love the beauty in every body—gender doesn’t matter, size doesn’t matter, nor color, scars, or anything else.
They all have something that makes them special, attractive, but when I look at him, I feel a strange fullness in my chest I’m not familiar with.
He crosses his legs and looks up at me. “What?”
“Nothing. Just admiring.” I get into the same position in front of him. “You really are beautiful.”
For what I think is the first time, his cheeks flush pink. “Shut up.”
“I’m serious.”
“You’re fucking with my head. I never react like this when someone pays me a compliment.”
“That’s because you were made to be praised by me, I think.” Reaching out, I run my finger down the crease at his thigh again. “And I still love this spot. I’m probably addicted.”
“Well, that doesn’t sound very healthy.”
“It is when it’s you I’m addicted to.”
He tries to bite back his grin but can’t hide it. “I thought we were meditating.”
“You close your eyes first.”
He shakes his head but does as I say. I have no choice but to do the same. I’m not going to be the creepy guy who stares at him when he’s in this state.
My eyes fall closed too. I do everything in my power to clear my head, to let go of everything else and just be in this moment, but it’s hard to do with the beautiful man across from me right now.
I just want to look at him, talk to him, but as the time goes by, I’m able to find that place I’m looking for, where I’ve let go of everything else.
My whole body relaxes into the moment. The sound of Anthony’s breathing lulls me, pulls me deeper into a tranquil state.
When the soft ding of the timer goes off, it doesn’t feel like enough time has passed. When I open my eyes, his are already on me. He looks sleepy, like he went in deep, blinking in this adorable way.
I chuckle.
“What?”
“You’re just fucking cute. I like sharing this with you. I’ve never dated someone who was into it.”
He crawls over, lowers me to my back, and wraps himself around me. “It would seem I’m a pretty good boyfriend when it comes to you.”
“The best.”
“Nap, please.” He nuzzles into my neck, and damned if I can hide my wide smile. Dating him is even better than I thought it would be.
“If you insist.”
Really, I’m tired too. We close our eyes and fall asleep right there on my floor together.
I don’t know how long we sleep, but I’m woken up with kisses along my shoulders, my chest, my throat.
“Can I blow you?” Anthony asks.
“Yes.” I cleaned up well enough for that earlier.
Anthony takes his time, working his mouth down my body.
My dick is already hardening, and by the time he gets there, he only gives me a couple of strokes and then he’s sucking me into his mouth.
I look down, watching him, admiring him, as he laves my cock with his tongue.
It’s like he’s worshipping it, savoring it, and damned if it’s not the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Look at you…so beautiful. I’m the luckiest boyfriend in the world. Tell me that, Ant. I want to hear you say it.”
“No,” he replies, pulling off to pay attention to my balls.
“Please. Say it, sexy. Let me hear it. I want to see that pretty mouth of yours tell me how lucky I am.”
“Fuck,” he curses. I see it there, the want to say the words, but also his insecurity. He doesn’t think he’s a good boyfriend, but he is, he will be, and I’ll prove it to him.
“Please, little dancer. Do it for me. You look so hot when you talk to me like that. Let me see how good you can be for me.”
“You’re the luckiest boyfriend in the world,” he tells me before sinking down on my dick again. He uses his hand and mouth in unison, teasing my orgasm out of me in no time.
“Fuck, gonna give you a mouthful,” I warn, though I don’t think he wants to pull off, and he doesn’t.
My thighs tighten, my hips jerking forward as I spill into his mouth.
Anthony takes it all, seems to fucking savor it, and the second my balls are drained, I pull him to me for a kiss.
We taste my load together the way we did earlier, and then he collapses on top of me, catching his breath.
I run my fingers through his hair. “Tell me about your friendship with Donovan and Hayes.”
“You know how we met.”
“Not that part. The other stuff.”
So he does. Anthony tells me how Donovan contacted them both, wanting to get the three of them together, how it was a little awkward at first, especially because of Hayes being unsure about it, but somehow, they clicked.
He talks about their sleepovers, the laughs they’ve shared, and how lucky he feels to have them.
“I can’t even regret meeting Malcolm because if I never met him, I wouldn’t have them, and now that I do, I don’t know what I would do without them. They’re the family I never had.”
“I’m glad you have them now.” I kiss the top of his head.
We move on to talking about dance again and other random topics.
Eventually, we jump in the shower together, get dressed, then make our way downstairs.
We cook dinner, laughing and talking and simply enjoying each other’s company.
He stays as long as he can, until he has to head home to get ready to go to Lush tonight.
“I’ll walk you out.” I take his hand.
“Such a gentleman.”
“Yep. I treat my boyfriend right.”
When we get to his car, I box him in, Anthony’s back against the door.
It’s him who grabs my face and brings me in for a kiss.
God, I could lose myself in the taste and feel of his mouth.
He moans against my lips, my hands on his hips as I enjoy each moment with him.
When he pulls back, he’s breathless and panting, which makes me smile.
“I wish I didn’t have to go.”
That’s a good sign, him saying that. “I wish you didn’t either. I’ll text you later.”
“Okay.” He presses one more kiss to my lips, and then I step away so he can get into the car. Anthony starts it, then rolls his window down. “Thanks…for today. It was a good day.”
“One of my favorites. And you don’t have anything to thank me for.”
I watch as he pulls out of the driveway, then wait until his taillights disappear.