14. Skylar
14
SKYLAR
Holy hell. Kit had kissed me like it was the only thing he was meant to do in this world. He was nervous—there was no hiding that—but his kisses told me everything.
For one, they told me how badly he needed . Not just an orgasm or a warm body. He needed so much more.
And I found myself wanting to give him whatever that was.
But now was not the time for getting ahead of myself. Today, we would keep it simple.
“Take a seat, Mr. Baker,” I said, gesturing to the bed.
Kit complied, pure brain stem. He sat, legs wide, his chest rising and falling.
“We could make this quick, but I suspect that’s not really your style,” I said, raising a brow.
He licked his lips, shaking his head.
“Good. Now let’s take off your boots.”
He stood there, adorably passive as I worked off his boots. Now that I was focusing on my actual profession, I found I was more observant of the way people held their bodies. Kit’s body, for instance, was loose with lust, even as he tried to hide his wince.
After the boots came his socks, then he helped me slide his jeans down his long skinny legs. He quickly stripped off his shirt, sprawled before me in only his boxers, his cock nearly bursting through the fly.
I leaned in, running my nose along the length of him, inhaling his musky scent, letting it fill my lungs.
“You’re talking about taking your time, sweet man, but I don’t think I’m gonna last long.”
“That’s okay. I’ll take it as a compliment.”
Grabbing his waistband, I slid his boxers off and tossed them to the side. Kit’s cock, long and girthy, sprang up.
“It’s always the skinny ones,” I muttered, shaking my head.
Kit, who’d gone quiet, had no response to that. I ran my nose along the length of him again, this time without the fabric between us, and he inhaled sharply, a heavy pearl of pre-cum slipping down his length. Kit smelled like leather and spunk; a combination that made me way harder than it should’ve. I licked the drop of pre-cum and more appeared.
I cupped his warm balls, grinning as he whimpered under the attention. Carefully watching his body language, I took his head into my mouth and sucked. He cursed and mumbled, his hand going to my hair. I increased the suction and depth, and his hips came off the bed.
I’m a talented boy, so I knew if I went any farther, he’d come way too quickly, and I wanted to spend a little more time with him. I pulled back, tonguing his frenulum, sliding my tongue between his foreskin and the head of his cock.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he choked out.
“At least you’ll die smiling,” I joked, grinning as I placed a luscious, red-lipped kiss at the tip.
“One helluva way to go,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
I went back after him, at first a little at the head, then a little further down his length. The fact that he was panting and still on a hair trigger made me want to bury his cock in the back of my throat.
“Do I have to worry about a heart attack?” I asked after pulling away from him.
“Only if you stop.”
Laughing, I decided to let him see who he was actually fucking with. Widening my mouth, I slid further down, then relaxed the back of my throat, and took him all the way to the root.
“God, your lips,” he choked out.
I batted my eyes at him, loving that the visual of my red lips around his cock and my long eyelashes would take him right to the edge. Sometimes it’s just about the simple pleasures.
Slowly, deliberately, carefully I went up and down, pulling at his balls, swallowing and sucking. The sounds he was making for me were inhuman.
His hands, so calloused and tentative, seemed to float around me. Touched by his uncertainty, I took his hands and placed them on my head. When I sucked harder, he burrowed his fingers in my hair, gripping near the scalp.
“Gonna come,” he groaned, curling over my head as I took him deeper still. “Oh fuck, oh fuck . . .”
He tensed, spilling down my throat, crying out. Once I’d drained him dry, I pulled away and sat back on my haunches, delicately wiping at the corners of my mouth. He collapsed backward on the bed, his bare feet on the floor, his slicked cock beginning to wilt against his belly.
“Okay there, cowboy? I didn’t really kill you, did I?”
He rolled back up on his elbows, eyes practically crossing as he tried to focus on me. “If I died, and this is heaven, then I was a very good boy.”
I laughed, rubbing his thighs.
“Give me a moment to recover, maybe a glass of water, and I’ll take care of you,” he said, stroking my jaw.
“I think a blowjob for your first gay sexual encounter might be a bit much.”
His face went pink. “You might be right about that.”
“But if you held me and touched me, I would like that a lot.”
His appearance softened, and I got a glimpse of the younger man inside him.
“As would I.”
Seeing this version of him, I wish I’d known him longer.
We took a quick break for him to use the bathroom and for me to grab his water. Kit exited the bathroom on a loose walk that, frankly, made my chest puff up.
He accepted the cup from me and stood there, surprisingly comfortable with his nudity, gulping down the water. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, enjoying this sort of natural masculinity, not from being tough or from acting a certain way, but from the square set of his knuckles, and the lines of his body, the way his soft cock swung gently in front of him.
I’d bet an artist would love to sit down and sketch him. Even with, or maybe because of, the scars and callouses and muscles built from years of hard, hard work, he was beautiful.
“I’m starting to feel a little dirty, with me being naked, and you being fully dressed,” he said, gesturing at my scrubs.
“I didn’t know if a fully nude body would fuck up this Zen vibe you’ve got going on right now,” I admitted.
He shook his head, his jaw taking on that familiar, determined angle. “I want to see you.”
Not needing any more convincing, I toed out of my shoes as I pulled off my top, then ripped off my socks before slowly letting my scrub bottoms fall to the floor. I worried at his sharp inhale, but then he reached for my lacy boy briefs and I settled into the contact.
“These were made for men,” he said, letting his fingers drift over the gossamer panels that held in my cock.
“Yes, they were. I have a few other lacy things made for women, but they’re more of a wear for thirty seconds and have them ripped off your body sort of situation.”
He laughed and nodded. “I like those a lot,” he softly admitted, playing with my waistband. “But these are nice. Very nice.”
“Should I take them off, or keep them on?” I asked, letting my fingers drift over his hands.
“Keep ’em on.” A soft smile tilted his lips before concern lifted his eyes to mine. “But not because I don’t want to see you. I just like ’em that much.”
“You got it, cowboy.”
He lifted his work-rough hand to my jaw and brought me in for a kiss. “Let’s get into bed,” he whispered against my lips.
I dipped my chin, and we slipped under the covers, facing each other.
“You’re nervous again,” I observed, running my hand over his rapidly expanding and contracting chest.
Kit lifted a shoulder. “No use trying to hide it. But I’m more turned on than nervous.”
I ran my fingers over the strong planes of his face, feathering them along the lines that deepened near his eyes. Some of the tension left his shoulders, and I stretched up to kiss him.
He took over the kiss, and we moved toward each other. Kit’s spare body against mine felt wonderfully warm. Strong. Hitching his leg over my hip, he pulled us even closer together. His nerves shivered across his skin, but he wanted it, and I was only too happy to help him relax.
Carefully, slowly, his hand moved down past my waistband in the back, and he cupped my ass. I moaned against his mouth.
“You like that?” he asked, nipping at my lips.
“Very much.”
We kissed for a while longer, simply enjoying the taste and feel of each other.
“Turn over so I can get to the other side,” he whispered the next time we came back up for air.
Wordlessly, I complied, and plastered my back against his chest, loving the heat of his corded body. He rubbed my chest, his neatly trimmed nails grazing my nipples. He hummed when I tensed under his touch, going back to pinch and stroke them again before flattening his hand across my belly.
“Your body is amazing,” he said, nipping my shoulder. “And your skin . . . fuck me, it’s the softest I’ve ever felt.”
Normally I’d name off a skin routine or a workout regimen, but this time I simply relaxed against him. When his hand dipped below the waistline again, he paused when his fingers met my cock, and his breath hitched a few times.
“It’s okay if this is too much all at once,” I said, stroking his forearm. “We can stop right now.”
“It’s not too much, and I ain’t stoppin’ for nothin’,” he purred. “Not unless you want me to.”
“Wild horses couldn’t drag me away, cowboy.”
With that, he got a little bolder, exploring my length, his rough hands surprisingly gentle. I gave a little moan when he delicately handled my balls, and he spent a little more time on them. I let out a harsh breath when he dragged his thumb over my slit, and he brushed against it a few more times. This sexy man sure was a fast learner.
“Is that lube on your bedside table over there?” he asked softly against my ear.
I nodded, and he wordlessly stretched out over me to grab it, then flicked the top open with his talented thumb. His bottom arm was pinned under me, so I took the tube and poured a bit into his palm before placing it back on the table.
He closed his palm around the lube, warming it before sliding his hand under the lacy material of my underwear. This time, he touched me with confident strokes, smearing the lube up and down my length as I melted back into him.
I’d been on edge ever since that kiss in front of the car, and my orgasm was spinning up with embarrassing quickness.
“Um, I’m gonna . . .” I said, wanting to warn him.
He grunted and stopped stroking. Before I could worry whether he liked this, he moved down to my balls, squeezing and tugging on them, just as before. Right as the tension of the impending orgasm left my body, he began stroking me again.
“Oh, fuck. Kit .”
He again stopped jacking me and played with my nuts and taint.
“Wait. Are you edging me?” I asked, looking back over my shoulder. “You’ve never been with a man before and now you’ve got edging game?”
“Turn around is fair play,” he muttered, then purred as he began stroking me again. Getting me close, then backing away. Right up to the razor’s edge, then changing it up so that I couldn’t come.
Bastard.
“Turn on your back,” Kit said softly after the third or fourth time of driving me out of my mind. “I need to see you.”
I eagerly did as he asked, and helped him remove the lacy under things, needing to come so badly I was ready to beg.
He sucked a deep breath as he took in my body, his expression reverent. I could still see his nerves in the slight way his hands shook as he glided his fingertips up and down my thighs and belly and chest and neck and face.
He leaned in, kissing me thoroughly before whispering, “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I like doing it with you.”
I wished he felt a little more comfortable, but this was Kit’s path to walk, and I wasn’t going to speed it up or try to make him feel like he was doing it wrong. He leaned in to suck on my nipple, and I inhaled sharply.
“Love having my nipples played with.”
He switched sides, and I squirmed under his attention. He kissed me as he touched me, running his rough hands over my body, stroking me until I was half out of my mind, then backing off to touch my body again. Finally, he deepened our kiss, hitching one leg over mine, gripping my cock with that steadfast focus of his. Working me up-and-down, up-and-down, thumbing my head, drowning me in kisses.
I whined, arching my back, lifting my hips, chasing his hand. This time, he tightened his grip, took it up a notch, and went a bit faster.
“Come for me, Sky. If you’d like.”
That simple request, said so humbly and combined with the insistent heat of his stroke, sent me over the edge. Kit watched as cum shot across my belly, his eyes widening at the evidence of his talented hands.
“Oh.”
“That’s what you did to me,” I said, kissing him.
He kissed me back, but I could tell the nerves had rushed back in, as if a dam had failed somewhere upriver. He’d been brave, but I needed to be careful with him.
I kissed his nose. “Let me get cleaned up real quick.”
He nodded, and laid back, watching me as I stood from the bed and made my way to the bathroom. By the time I returned from my cleanup, he was knocked out, body loose and sprawled across my bed.
“Poor baby,” I murmured, pushing his hair off his forehead. “Wound up so tight, I bet he passes out after every orgasm.”
Smiling, I slipped in next to him, resting my head on his chest, joining him in a deep, deep sleep.