Kendall #2
“Please,” he said, somewhat timidly raising his head from my shoulder to stare into my eyes. “I want to be good for you.”
My heart smacked into my ribcage at the words and the raw, naked expression on his face. It was wrong for me to think, but I wondered if he’d done this with his wife or any other woman. Or if it was just me.
“Ask me again,” I invited, watching him closely as I stilled the movement of my hand.
His swollen cock pulsed against my palm but he only let out a tiny whine.
A pink flush washed across his cheeks as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat.
My dick throbbed again, like it was mad at me for keeping it locked up and away from all the action, but I steadfastly ignored it.
“Can I… Use your hand?” He asked. “Can I fuck your hand?” He corrected himself, when my eyebrow popped up.
“Go ahead,” I said. He moaned gratefully, bracing his hands on my shoulders as he bucked his hips to push his cock up through my fingers.
Holding him like this forced me to think about how fucking huge his cock was.
I’d seen enough of his sweatpants dick prints through the years to know it would be sizable, but I’d really had no idea just how thick and long it would be.
If I ever actually took him inside me, he could go deeper than anyone I’d ever had, stretching me out until I couldn’t think.
I’d probably never be satisfied with anyone else ever again.
Despite the submissive requests he’d made, his hips slammed up into my tight grip with powerful thrusts, fat drops of precum giving him a slippery glide with no resistance.
“I love how much you’re leaking out for me,” I murmured, and he moaned, his hips speeding up as his breath heaved out.
“You’re so good, fucking my hand so hard and so fast. Are you thinking about how you wish you were in my mouth?
” I asked, and he nodded, his lips pulling back to show his white teeth as he squeezed his eyes shut.
He was close. “Or maybe you’re trying to show me how you’d fuck me. ”
“Oh my god,” he choked out, sending goosebumps washing over my whole body. He was thinking about it. He was thinking about how he wanted to spread my legs and push his fat cock inside me.
“Is that it?” I asked, only because I’d die if I didn’t hear him verbally confirm it. “You’re thinking about how my hole would feel around you, aren’t you?”
He didn’t respond, but his hands tightened on my shoulders and his hips stuttered again as he balanced right on the edge. When I loosened my grip, cutting off his pleasure so his next thrust was into empty air, he let out a strangled gasp followed by an anguished groan.
“Tell me the truth,” I ordered.
“Yes, yes,” he panted, desperate. “I want to fuck you. I want to feel your hole around my cock. I want to make you come.”
“Good boy.”
I tightened my fingers around him again, this time twisting my hand around his throbbing cockhead as he thrust up once, then twice more, before going perfectly still.
His abs contracted and tensed, and he cried out as the first jet of cum filled my palm.
I stroked him through it, working his swollen flesh to pull out every aching pulse as he shuddered against me, his face nuzzled into my neck again.
He stayed there once it was done, trying to suck air back in his lungs while his forehead stayed plastered to my shoulder.
“You came so much,” I pointed out, wiping what I couldn’t shake off my hand onto a stacked pile of empty cardboard boxes. “You were really worked up for me, weren’t you?”
“Yeah,” he rasped out. “You… I…” He stopped, and I could tell now that he wasn’t so desperate to come, he was embarrassed. Painfully so. “I shouldn’t have said any of that.”
I reached up to pet his hair, riffling my fingers through the thick, dark strands to soothe him. He shivered again, and I felt him shifting to put his dick away and tug his shorts back up.
“Rhys, it’s just me,” I reminded him. “I’m the last person you should ever feel embarrassed with.”
He pulled back to stare at me, his eyes searching mine for… Judgment? Sincerity? I wasn’t sure. Whatever it was, he seemed to find it, because the expression of abject misery on his face faded. A little.
“I’m really fucking confused right now, Sparkles.” The words weren’t a push-back to anything I’d said or done. He was freaked out. He wanted reassurance.
“It’s okay,” I promised softly. “You have as much time as you need to figure everything out. And no one’s going to know anything you don’t want them to.”
He swallowed hard, and his voice came out rougher this time.
“You make it too easy to be around you,” he said, and I bit down into my lip as the sweetness entered my ears and melted into my bloodstream. “You make it too easy to just relax and not think about all the bad shit that’s going on in my life.”
“That’s good,” I said. “I want to be able to do that for you.”
He leaned in a bit closer to brush a chaste kiss over my lips, before finally dipping his gaze back down to my body.
“Ah, fuck. I… got it on you,” he said, grimacing slightly. “Sorry.”
I hadn’t been able to catch all of his cum in my hand, and some of it had splattered onto my stomach, on the bare expanse between my cropped fishnet top and my low-rise shorts.
“That’s fine,” I told him, running a finger down my slim torso to collect some of the pearly splatter. His eyebrows raised as I lifted it to my mouth to suck it off. Groaning, his tongue flitted out to wet his lips as he watched.
“That’s so hot,” he breathed out.
The sound of his awe and the taste of his cum on my tongue only made my dick ache more, and this time when I brought my hands back up to my body, I teased around the hem of my shorts, just over where the outline of my cock ended.
He stared down at it with so much intensity in his eyes that a spark of insecurity bloomed inside me.
“You don’t have to,” I said. I was burning up, my hips on fire for his touch, but I wouldn’t push him on anything.
“Ah, no, I… I think I want to,” he said quietly. “As long as you… Tell me what to do.”
I gave him a small nod, the corner of my lips perking up at the barely disguised excitement in his voice. It helped, but… At the end of the day, he was a guy who was struggling to accept his own sexuality. I didn’t know if touching someone else’s dick for the first time might be too much for him.
“I’ll let you know,” I promised him, slowly and carefully pulling the button apart before dragging the zipper down, a whimper crawling out of my throat at the relief.
He let out a surprised huff, his eyes locked on my crotch as his hands flew up and hovered close to my skin like he was afraid to touch.
“You… This is what you’ve been wearing?” He asked in shock, and I chuckled.
“They go with the outfit,” I explained, dipping a fingertip under the hem of the skimpy panties.
They were white with a black cat paw print on the front, thin straps circling around my hips, and a small silk bow fastened to the top edge.
They were already soaked with my precum, and when I gently tugged them down to let my dick pop out, a shiny string of it lingered between the fabric and my slit.
“Do you… Wear this kind of stuff a lot?” He asked roughly, obviously affected by the sight of my naked body. That was one thing I’d never been insecure about. I wasn’t big or muscular, and I wasn’t packing a monster dick like he was, but I knew I was hot. If I was your type, anyway.
“When I’m in the mood,” I purred out, arching my back a little as I shifted against the wall. “Do you like seeing me in panties?”
“Yeah,” he rasped out, his brows drawing together as his fingers twitched like he was dying to touch me. It took me a moment to realize he was waiting for me to tell him what he was allowed to do.
“Do you want something?” I wondered, peering up at him through my lashes as he cleared his throat. “All you have to do is ask for it.”
“Can I touch you?” The words came out in a whisper.
“Of course,” I answered softly, pleased when he leaned forward and braced one hand on the wall behind me to cage me in before finally closing his fingers around my aching, swollen flesh. I gasped, tilting my head back onto the bricks as my eyes fluttered closed.
Sweat prickled over my skin as he worked me. He was timid at first, but his confidence seemed to build quickly as I rolled my hips up into his hand. My heart was pounding and my head was spinning, but I wouldn’t forget to give Rhys what he needed.
“So good. You’re doing so good, baby.”
“Yeah?” He sounded just as out of breath as I was, like he couldn’t believe what we were doing. I wondered if he wanted to take his time and explore my body like I’d wanted to do with him, but knew that we couldn’t.
“Ngh, yes. I’m so close,” I moaned out, my lips falling open as every stroke of his hand piled another sticky layer of pleasure in the base of my spine. “Don’t stop.”
My command excited him, the movements of his hand speeding up until I was a shaking, shivering mess.
I wanted it to last, because a tiny, evil voice in the back of my head warned me that I couldn’t know if this would be the only time I would have with him, but I couldn’t hold on.
He was too fucking beautiful, with his blue eyes piercing into mine, silently pleading for me to come and praise him for his performance.
Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, and I prayed he wouldn’t notice.
I wasn’t sure if they were from how good he was making me feel, or because I was terrified of the chance that it would never happen again and I’d already let myself fall too hard for him.