Chapter Seventeen #3
Eric doubted it, but his mouth was too busy to argue. Maybe he should have danced with Kyle. Maybe he should have kissed him on the dance floor, in front of their friends and whoever else wanted to watch. Show everyone that this stunning man was his.
He isn’t yours.
Eric pushed the thought away. For tonight at least, Kyle was his. He’d worry about the rest later.
He worked Kyle harder, sliding a hand up his thigh to play with his balls. His own cock strained against his jeans, rock hard and desperate for attention, but he ignored it, wanting only to pleasure Kyle. Wanting him to come in his mouth. Eric wanted it. Needed it.
“You trying to make me come already?” Kyle panted after another minute of Eric’s efforts.
Eric held his gaze, and nodded as best he could.
He tried to relax his jaw so he could take him deeper.
He was far from being able to deep throat, but he managed to work a little more of Kyle’s shaft into his mouth.
“Oh, shit. That’s incredible. Fuck. I wanna last, but it’s too fucking much.”
Eric could taste salty drops of precum on his tongue. Kyle balls were heavy and tight between his fingers. He didn’t want Kyle to last. He wanted him to shatter.
“I can’t—Eric, fuck. I’m gonna—”
Eric stayed on him, and hoped he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself.
The first burst of Kyle’s release flooded his mouth, but Eric managed to swallow, even as Kyle kept spurting. Beyond the momentary panic of feeling like he couldn’t breathe, Eric loved how powerful he felt.
When Kyle’s orgasm subsided, he slumped against the wall as Eric released him from his mouth. “Wow,” Kyle said breathlessly. “I am a very good teacher.”
Eric chuckled, and stood up. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand. His mouth was still full of Kyle’s lingering taste. “You are.”
“Well,” Kyle drawled, “how will I ever repay you?”
Eric planted a hand on the wall beside Kyle’s head and leaned in. “Teach me how to fuck you.”
Kyle’s eyes went wide. “Holy shit. Really?”
“Really.”
Kyle kissed him, and for a moment Eric thought he’d maybe forgotten that he’d very recently shot his load in Eric’s mouth, but Kyle moaned happily when their tongues brushed each other.
Eric was still painfully hard, but he lost himself in the kiss, pressing Kyle into the wall and grinding his cock against Kyle’s hip.
The bedroom suddenly seemed too far away.
When they broke apart, both men were panting. Eric moved in for another kiss, hating having the barest distance between their mouths, but Kyle licked his lips and said, “Upstairs, sexy. I promise it will be worth the trip.”
Eric covered Kyle’s naked body with his own as they made out like teenagers on the bed.
Kyle could feel Eric’s erection pressing against his hip, but despite his earlier urgency, Eric didn’t seem to be in any hurry to do anything about it.
He kept kissing Kyle’s neck, and shoulders, and jaw before returning to his mouth for long, luxurious minutes that left Kyle breathless.
Between the late hour and the recent orgasm, Kyle’s brain was a little foggy, but he was vaguely aware that they weren’t supposed to be doing this, and that it was weird that Eric had suddenly changed his mind about not having sex. And that maybe this whole thing was a very bad idea.
But he couldn’t bring himself to stop it. Not when Eric was kissing him like Kyle was something precious. Not when Eric was so eager to try something new with him.
Teach me how to fuck you. Jesus. Kyle would never forget the way Eric’s voice had rumbled like thunder when he’d said that.
“Get the lube,” Kyle said. “Gonna get myself ready to take that thick cock of yours.”
Eric kissed him one more time before rolling off him and opening the nightstand drawer.
Kyle took the lube from him and got on his knees on the mattress.
He reached behind himself and got to work massaging and then stretching and opening his hole.
As rarely as he bottomed these days, Kyle loved playing with his hole.
He had an array of dildos and plugs in his bedroom and he was very well acquainted with all of them.
He wished he had one now. He could show Eric how well he could take one.
Eric seemed to be enjoying the show as it was. He watched Kyle with naked desire on his face, and possibly a bit of curiosity.
“Turn around,” he said roughly. “Let me see.”
Fuck. It was hot as hell when Eric was so overcome with lust that he forgot to be reserved and shy about sex.
Kyle turned and planted one hand on the mattress, the other pressing a finger into his hole.
The penetration was frustratingly shallow, but he knew he’d be rewarded soon with something much bigger.
“Can I help?” Eric asked. He palmed Kyle’s ass cheeks with both hands, spreading them apart, which made Kyle groan his approval.
“Knock yourself out,” he drawled. He heard the click of the lube bottle, and then felt one of Eric’s fingers tracing around his entrance. Kyle removed his own finger, and Eric didn’t hesitate to replace it. Kyle bucked happily as Eric’s finger pushed in deeper than he’d been able to reach himself.
“Just like that,” Kyle moaned. “Press down on—” He gasped as a jolt of familiar pleasure raced through him. “Right there. Fuck.”
“Is that your prostate?” Eric sounded amazed that he’d been able to locate it.
“Fuck yeah it is. Keep stroking it.”
Kyle’s cock was fully hard again, and he gave it a few strokes while Eric probed him. He glanced over his shoulder and saw Eric concentrating on his task with a furrowed brow. Kyle bit his lip to keep from laughing. Eric could be kind of adorable.
“Can you get two fingers in there?” Kyle asked.
“Yeah,” Eric said breathlessly. A second finger entered Kyle, and he moaned happily at the stretch.
“You think you’ll be able to get that thick cock inside me?” Kyle panted. Between the way Eric was working his prostate, and the anticipation of being filled with Eric’s cock, it was a struggle to keep things purely instructional.
“I think you can take it.”
“I know I can. Fuck, I want it. You’ve got condoms, right?”
Eric moved like lightning and grabbed a strip of condoms out of the bedside drawer. He tore one wrapper open and quickly got himself suited up. Kyle watched him stroke lube over his sheathed cock, mouth watering. They were really going to do this.
“Lie down,” Kyle commanded.
Eric stretched out on his back. “Like this?”
“Just like that. I’m gonna ride you so fucking hard.”
Kyle straddled Eric’s waist and reached behind to grab Eric’s rigid cock. Both men groaned loudly when Kyle finally sank down on it, the stretch burning deliciously as Eric filled him completely.
“Wow,” Eric rasped. “Fuck. Just give me a second.”
Kyle smiled down at him. “I haven’t even started yet.”
“You feel amazing. And I’ve been worked up since we were at the club.”
“Mm.” Kyle moved slowly at first, giving his body time to adjust. He loved being on top—he liked sex in pretty much any position—but he was fucking good at riding cock. “How’s this?”
Eric squeezed his eyes shut. “Fucking amazing.”
“You ready for more?”
Eric opened his eyes and met Kyle’s gaze. “I’m ready.”
“Then buckle up, gorgeous.”
Kyle went hard, bouncing on Eric’s dick as he rolled his hips and took him deep. His own cock slapped against his stomach as he fucked himself.
“Holy shit,” Eric gasped. “So fucking good, Kyle.”
“Yeah? You like it? You like it when I do all the work?”
Eric grunted instead of answering. Kyle kept going. “You like having your dick in my ass, Eric? You like fucking a man?”
“Yes,” he gritted out.
“Do you want to be fucked like this, beautiful?”
Eric’s eyes were dark and wild. “Not like this.”
“Show me. Show me how you want to be fucked.”
With a growl, Eric rolled them over and captured one of Kyle’s ankles in his hand.
Then he pounded into Kyle, hard and fast, while Kyle howled shamelessly.
This was beyond anything he’d been expecting.
Eric, who had always been so happy to let Kyle take charge, reaching his breaking point and taking back his control was so fucking hot.
Kyle got a hand on his own dick, stroking himself quickly to bring himself to the edge. “This how you want it, baby?” he panted. “You want to be fucked hard like this?”
“Yes. Fuck. I’m so close.”
“Me too, gorgeous. Oh, shit. I’m—” Kyle reached the edge and tumbled over it, his second orgasm in less than an hour hitting him hard as come jetted onto his stomach.
“Kyle.” Eric breathed the word as he stilled and climaxed. His dark gaze locked on Kyle’s as he shuddered through his release.
“So good, baby,” Kyle murmured, rubbing Eric’s flanks. Eric held himself on trembling arms above him, breathing hard with his head bowed. Then he came crashing down on him, kissing him passionately as Kyle tried to ignore the happy flutter in his stomach.
Eric pulled back and Kyle’s heart ached at the sight of his bright eyes and wide, joyful smile. He leaned up to kiss Eric’s smile so he wouldn’t have to look at it anymore.
“You’ll stay tonight, right?” Eric said in a low, scratchy voice.
Kyle’s first instinct was to say no, but it was very late. “I can sleep in the guest room if you’d rather—”
“Stay,” Eric interrupted. “Here. Please.” He held Kyle’s gaze, even though his eyes looked uneasy.
“Okay,” Kyle said. It was a terrible idea. The worst idea. Tomorrow Eric would regret this lapse of discipline, and Kyle knew it would be harder to be rejected after he’d spent a night in Eric’s arms.
They got cleaned up and Eric put underwear on, which seemed like an arbitrary bit of modesty, but Kyle did the same. For the first minute back in bed together, both men were silent and staring awkwardly up at the ceiling. Then Eric broke the silence by huffing out a laugh.
“What?” Kyle asked, grinning.
“Nothing. I don’t know why this is so weird.”
They both rolled on their sides, facing each other. “Does sex make you uncomfortable?”
Eric seemed to consider the question for a moment. “Maybe. Usually. I’m not used to—” He bit his lip, as if blocking the words from escaping.
“Not used to what?”
“I usually have more control over my...desires. Libido. I don’t know what’s been happening to me lately.”
Kyle waggled his eyebrows. “I’ve been happening to you, sexy.” Eric laughed, but it sounded forced. Kyle dialed it back. “Maybe it’s just from, y’know, not having sex for so long.”
“Maybe.”
“And having sex with men is new and exciting.”
Eric nodded. “That might be it.”
Kyle swatted his chest playfully. “You’re supposed to tell me it’s totally because of me.”
Eric’s laugh sounded genuine this time. Then his face grew serious, and Kyle realized he was about to say those exact words and possibly mean them, which couldn’t happen if Kyle was going to maintain any control over his stupid heart.
So he cut him off by yawning. “That was incredible, but now I’m exhausted.”
“It’s late,” Eric agreed, but neither man moved. They both kept gazing at each other until suddenly they were kissing again. Eric placed a palm on Kyle’s cheek, and Kyle heard himself make a needy, breathy sound as Eric’s tongue caressed his own.
Was there even a chance Eric felt the same way Kyle did? Not that Kyle even knew for sure how he felt himself, but was Eric also confused? Did his heart race when he saw Kyle? Did he think of him all the time? Was it possible Eric wanted more than whatever this was?
Kyle wanted to ask, but he also didn’t want to ruin this moment. When they finally broke apart, Eric ducked his head shyly, but he couldn’t hide his adorable smile.
“What?” Kyle asked.
Eric shook his head and gazed up at him through his dark lashes. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to sleep.”
“Did I not do enough to wear you out?” Kyle teased.
“I can’t stop looking at you.” Eric’s eyes widened, as if he couldn’t believe he’d just said that.
Kyle froze. This was definitely leaving the no-strings sex zone, and he shouldn’t encourage it. “You can look all you like.”
Eric brushed a thumb over Kyle’s cheek. “I’m glad you said yes. To staying.”
Kyle closed his eyes, unable to bear the tenderness in Eric’s expression. Eric was glad now, but what would the morning bring? Kyle could have saved himself a lot of trouble if he’d just gone home after the orgasms were over. Now he had to deal with his damn feelings.
“We should sleep,” he murmured.
“Okay.”
Kyle rolled on his side, his back to Eric’s chest, and Eric wrapped an arm around him. His bicep was heavy and warm, and Kyle couldn’t help snuggling back against Eric. He could pretend, for one night, that this was real.