Chapter Fourteen #3
“What happens—” Eric sucked in a breath. “What happens if I don’t?”
“Then the fun will be over, and I don’t think you want that.
I know I don’t.” Kyle was no sadist, and he’d never been into mixing pain with pleasure.
He had no interest in adding to the bruises that covered Eric’s body.
What Kyle really loved was having impressive, confident men surrender control to him, and he’d never had anyone as impressive as Eric Bennett.
Eric didn’t reply, but he did open his eyes.
They locked gazes as Kyle started stroking him harder, faster.
He used his free hand to fondle Eric’s heavy balls.
Eric was racing toward climax already, Kyle could tell.
He wondered if Eric would follow his instructions and tell him when he was about to come. How much did he trust Kyle?
“I’m close,” Eric warned, and Kyle bit his lip to stop a delighted, goofy grin from taking over his face. He was trying to look commanding here. He gave Eric a couple more strokes, then released his cock, but kept caressing his balls.
“Fuck.” Eric half groaned, half laughed the word. “You do this for fun, huh?”
“Just wait.” Kyle stretched over Eric’s body and kissed him slow and deep for a minute or two. He stopped when he realized that Eric was humping him. Kyle swatted his thigh. “Naughty. Do you want me to leave you like this?”
“I could handle it.”
“Then I haven’t worked you hard enough. Let’s try again.” In one fluid move, Kyle slid down Eric’s body and took his cock deep into his mouth.
“Ah! Fuck.” It was the loudest sound Kyle had ever heard Eric make. If he hadn’t had his mouth full, he would have smiled about it.
Kyle was in love with Eric’s cock. It was the thickest one Kyle had ever seen in person, and it was decently long as well.
Kyle usually preferred to top, but damn, he wanted to know what that monster cock would feel like inside him.
He relaxed his throat, taking Eric as deep as he could.
He wanted this one to be quick, so he was relentless, sucking hard and swallowing around the head.
“God, I’m close again. I’m going to—”
Kyle pulled off, and Eric punched the mattress.
“Uh oh. Are you mad at me already?”
“No,” Eric grumbled.
“We’ve barely started.” Kyle straddled his hips and smiled down at him.
“You could at least take off your shirt,” Eric complained.
“I suppose you’ve earned that.” Kyle pulled his T-shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Eric’s hands were on him immediately, gliding over his flanks and then across his chest.
“You’re beautiful,” Eric said, then pulled him down for a kiss. Eric’s kisses had quickly become Kyle’s favorite thing. There was a sweetness to them that Kyle wouldn’t have expected before they’d started doing all this.
When Kyle had watched him from afar, the few times he’d come into the bar with Scott over the past couple of years, he’d enjoyed brief fantasies of Eric taking him hard against the wall in the back room.
Maybe after Kyle had gotten him so turned on that Eric couldn’t resist him anymore.
And he’d imagined Eric on his knees for him, his strong hands digging into Kyle’s ass cheeks as Kyle fucked his mouth.
The fantasies had been hot, but the reality was exhilarating beyond anything that Kyle could have imagined.
Eric kissed him like he was important, like Kyle was something precious, and Kyle couldn’t get enough of it.
It was a dangerous way to be thinking.
He forced himself to break the kiss, then rolled off Eric and walked to the end of the bed. He needed a moment of distance to clear his head, to remind himself what he was doing here. He wasn’t important or precious to Eric. Kyle was just a helpful friend who knew his way around a cock.
He reached into his backpack and pulled out a new masturbation sleeve that he’d only used a couple of times but had completely blown his mind both times. “You ever use one of these?”
“I don’t even know what that is.”
Kyle sighed dramatically, as if he didn’t love being the one to introduce Eric to new levels of pleasure. “Oh, Eric.” He poured some lube inside the toy and lined it up with Eric’s cock. Without further ceremony, he carefully pushed the sleeve down until it covered Eric’s shaft completely.
“Holy—what the hell is that?”
“It’s a sex toy,” Kyle said, deliberately bratty.
Eric narrowed his eyes at him. “I’ve heard of sex toys. I’m not that ignorant.”
Kyle laughed. “It’s a sleeve that has fun bumps and ridges inside. Feels great, doesn’t it?”
Eric let out a long groan as Kyle gave him a few slow strokes. “That’s incredible.”
“I know. I used it last week on myself, and I came like a fucking volcano.”
Eric groaned again, possibly at the vision of Kyle using the toy on himself, and possibly because he was envious of Kyle’s orgasm. Maybe both.
Kyle gave him another long, slow stroke watching as the toy swallowed Eric’s dark, swollen cock. “Let’s see how long you can last with this guy.”
It turned out to not be long at all. About two minutes until Eric’s toes started curling.
“Something you wanna tell me?” Kyle asked mildly.
Eric pressed his lips tight together.
“Because it looks like you’re about to shoot your load.”
Eric was breathing hard, and Kyle let him believe he’d won for a second, then pulled the toy away. Eric whimpered as his cock jerked angrily against his stomach, red and shiny with lube.
“Were you not going to tell me that time?” Kyle teased. “Because maybe you don’t even need to. Maybe I can just. Tell.” To prove it, he counted to ten in his head, then started stroking Eric with his hand. In under a minute Eric’s abs were clenching and his balls were lifting, and Kyle let him go.
“Ah. God. Fuck you,” Eric gasped. “I was so close that time.”
“Your balls are so fucking tight,” Kyle chuckled, tracing a finger over them.
“I can’t wait to see this load.” He idly thumbed the sensitive spot just under the head of Eric’s cock and watched a bead of precum escape from the slit.
Kyle was sure his own cock was leaking right now.
It was getting difficult to remain in control, the way Eric was unraveling for him.
Eric’s chest was rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to compose himself. “Can...can you take off your jeans?”
Kyle smiled. “I like that you’re turning this into a game of strip poker.
” He stood and made sure Eric was watching as he thumbed open the button on his fly.
His erection was obvious, straining against the denim, so he massaged the bulge with his hand as he watched Eric’s face.
He looked wrecked: eyes glazed, skin flushed, and sweat dampening the curls at his temples.
Kyle would bet he would do almost anything he asked right now.
“I want you to do this one,” Kyle suddenly decided. “Stroke yourself. Get close, but don’t come.”
Eric made an irritated rumble, but he did as he was told. He wrapped his hand around his dick and started slow, careful strokes while the rest of his body trembled with the effort of not coming.
“That’s right. Slowly,” Kyle said. “Like last time. Remember last time?”
Eric nodded, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as his brow furrowed with concentration.
“Good,” Kyle whispered as he slid a hand inside his own underwear. “You’re doing great, baby. You’ve got me so hard.”
“I want to see,” Eric panted.
Kyle stepped out of his jeans, then pushed his briefs down and off. He pulled his rigid cock down and let it slap back against his stomach. “See how fucking hard I am? That’s because you look so fucking gorgeous right now, stroking yourself for me. Doing what I say.”
Eric whimpered, and squeezed his eyes shut for a second. When he opened them again, Kyle noticed how glazed they looked. Eric’s gaze fixed on Kyle’s cock, so Kyle gave it a few lazy strokes for him.
“Can I—can you—” Eric gritted out. “Fuck. I can’t. I’m going to—”
“Let go,” Kyle said firmly.
Eric did, though he looked surprised about it.
He scrubbed a hand over his face and groaned in frustration.
Kyle sucked in a breath, and he felt like his heart had stopped.
He could tell Eric was in agony, but he was willing to endure it.
For Kyle. Fuck, it was staggering. He gripped the base of his own cock, and took a steadying breath, before reaching to pick up the toy again.
“Get on your knees,” he instructed, hoping the tremor in his voice wasn’t obvious. Eric was up in an instant, legs wide with his knees pressing hard into the mattress. He was magnificent.
Kyle bent to drop a soft kiss to the head of Eric’s weeping cock. It was an apology, and a promise. And a thank-you. He straightened, then slipped the toy over the head and held it still. “You’re doing the work this time. I want you to fuck it.”
Eric didn’t need to be asked twice. He braced his hands on Kyle’s shoulders and started thrusting into the toy with gusto. Kyle let out a whimper of his own as he watched him, imagining what it would be like to be fucked by this man.
“I wish that toy was me,” he said, daringly. He didn’t want to pressure Eric, but his head was full of awesome dirty thoughts and he wanted to share them. “I’d love to feel that thick cock of yours inside me. Fuck, I’ll bet you’d tear me apart with that thing.”
Eric grunted and thrust faster. He was so strong, and so fit. Kyle bet he could go for hours if he could hold off on coming. He could hold Kyle down and just pound into him.
“You picturing it?” Kyle asked. “You pretending this toy is me? That you’re stretching me and filling me and—”
Eric’s nostrils flared as he squeezed his eyes shut. Kyle yanked the toy away, and Eric screamed in frustration, humping the air uselessly.
Okay, maybe it was time.
“Lie down,” Kyle said gently. “On your back.”
“Please,” Eric whimpered.