Chapter 2 #2
I release the lube, feeling it roll with gravity and hit my leg; the condom I push up along the bed until it’s tucked under a pillow for safekeeping and easily found. Then I adjust us, pulling his body toward mine and moving between his legs.
I keep a hand on his face, my thumb hovering between his lips and neck so I can read him in the dark.
Interestingly, I’m far better at reading people if I’m touching them.
I’ve learned how to interpret body language when I can feel it.
Seeing it is a different story. Everyone is far too emotional and complex when I can see them. Far too sensitive.
With my free hand, I trail a finger along his sternum and along his stomach, stopping at his navel long enough to dip my finger inside.
He shudders around a breath, and I grin.
My finger continues down the length of his cock.
His legs, on either side of mine, tense slightly, so I don’t stop there.
My finger continues down his length, and while I don’t wrap my hand around him, I think he probably has a nice dick.
I pause briefly at his balls, noting how tight they are already. My fingers dip beneath them and press against his taint for just a moment. A sultry little moan that I think startles him escapes his throat, and I grin again.
My touch continues further down until I’m touching his quivering hole. “Are you okay bottoming?” I ask.
“Yes,” he whispers.
I find the lube and momentarily release his face so I can get some on my fingers. Then he’s back in my hold as I toy with his hole. A quiet whimper leaves his mouth, and I can’t tell whether he’s excited or nervous. Yes, I can. He’s nervous. His body still shakes beneath me.
While I press a finger into his body, I keep my fingers moving along his face and throat, feeling his reactions. Listening to the sounds he makes. Feeling his legs clench around me and his body tighten up.
Leaning down, I press my mouth to his, and once again, Kylen gasps.
I’m able to distract his nervous energy by kissing him.
It doesn’t take me long to determine he’s new at this.
At kissing. He’s clumsy and easily loses track of what we’re doing.
Then again, maybe he loses the rhythm of our kiss when I add more fingers.
When I curl them. I take my time getting to know his body, wordlessly convincing him to relax and enjoy it. I’m patient, if nothing else.
Kylen moans when I finally pull my fingers free of him and reach for the condom. I make quick work of rolling it down my dick and then stroking lube on me before settling on top of him a little more fully, now with my cock at his hole.
Once again, he’s tensed up. Kissing him isn’t enough to distract him from my cock at his hole anymore. I keep my mouth hovering over his as I gently work my cockhead inside. A sexy strangled sound escapes when I breach his tight ring.
I hum again. “You make the sexiest fucking sounds, little kit,” I murmur against his mouth. “You know that?”
His cheeks burn. I can feel the heat of his skin against my hand, and I smile. How delicious.
I’m slow as I rock inside him, but he barely takes my cockhead into his body before he tenses up entirely, and I realize what all the little signs have been telling me. Kylen is a virgin. I tilt my head to the side as I consider this. Interesting way to lose the big V card.
However, I need to change this up a little. Releasing the hold I had on the side of his neck, I wrap my arm under him and grip the back of his neck instead, bringing him more tightly to my chest. Kylen inhales and turns his face into my neck.
“Do you have a safeword?”
He shakes his head.
“Choose one.”
Kylen’s heart is racing so wildly that I’m almost concerned that he’s going to pass out. It’s enough that I’m barely aware of having only my tip in his tight body.
“Bubbles,” he says breathily.
“You say bubbles, and everything stops. No anger. No guilt. I’ll give you a minute, and then we’ll talk about where to go from there. Okay?”
That was exactly what he needed because Kylen relaxes a little. “Okay.”
“Relax, little kit. Let me make you feel good.”
I feel the tip of his tongue against my skin as he licks his lips. His fingers are digging into my sides. Cute, blunt little nails.
“What if I don’t like it?” he whispers.
“Then you don’t like it. No shame in that. Nothing wrong with being sex-averse.”
His body settles a little more.
“What do you need? Want to kiss?”
“Talk to me?” he asks, and once again, I feel the heat on his cheeks as he buries his face to hide his embarrassment.
Grinning, I do exactly as he says and talk him through getting my dick inside him.
“Take a breath. There you go. You can wrap your arms around me, scratch me, or pull my hair. I don’t mind.
Relax your body. More than that. There you go.
I have you. I’ll take care of your sweet, tight body, little kit. You want that? Want to feel good?”
Kylen nods. He doesn’t relax entirely. Every now and then, his knees come up, and his body clenches down around me, so I slow further. I keep my thrusts shallow, gentle rocks, introducing my cock to his body little by little.
However, it’s clear that he finds comfort in my voice and in the tight hold I have on him. I keep him under me, keep my body weight fully blanketing him as I rock deeper inside him. He’s not entirely aware of the progression of our fucking.
He doesn’t note when my cock is fully inside him, and I don’t bring much attention to it as I praise him and make sure he knows how good he feels.
Which he does. I listen to the sounds he makes.
Take note of the way his body moves around me, under me.
I hear all his gasps and his moans as he begins to enjoy it.
I’ve never been someone’s first before. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d like it.
But as he surrenders his body to my will—to the pleasure I give him, as he gets comfortable with me and trusts that I won’t hurt him, as his body shakes with pleasure and he becomes more vocal—something visceral comes over me.
I feel it start in my gut and move through my body like smoke infiltrating every vacant space inside me. By the time he comes on my cock, I’m practically growling as I fuck into him hard and possessively, insisting that he understand that this tight little hole is mine and mine alone.
He agrees. Kylen agrees. I don’t think he truly understands what he’s agreeing to.
I’m not sure I’m in the right frame of mind to understand the way this new feeling truly consumes me.
But I fuck him for the entire four hours, using his exhausted body, urging him through more orgasms, taking my own pleasure from him as he moans and clings to me.
“Mine,” I grit out. “Understand, little kit? Mine! I’ll kill anyone who touches you.”
Kylen’s response is to come on my dick again. He does so with a loud, almost pained cry and then writhes under me until I finally lose my control and fill the condom in his ass. Just before the buzzer sounds, signaling the end of our four hours.
Fuck. That wasn’t long enough.