Chapter 23
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
KELLAN
Wells blinks at me, slowly. “What?”
I retract my hand, missing the warmth and connection. “It’s a snow day, and apparently I’m playing catch up on my sexuality. I figure what better use of this time. Unless you’re not down?”
He clears his throat and stands up quickly.
“Stay here.” The bulge in his sweats is unmistakable, and my mouth goes dry.
God, he has such a perfect cock. I don’t dislike having sex with women–not by a long shot–but this thing with Wells is something else.
Raw attraction combined with insane chemistry, and it’s been driving me crazy.
At least, crazy enough to suggest that we watch gay porn together, which, whether Wells believes or not, is something I’ve never done before.
A few hours ago I was well and truly ready to deck the guy, and now I’m wondering, if I’m lucky, whether I’ll end up on my knees for him by the end of this.
Seconds later, he’s back with his laptop resting on the arm of the sofa.
He sits down next to me, though he leaves a few inches of disappointing space between us, which I don’t mention.
After a few clicks, a porn website airplays to the television so that now I’m looking at dozens of thumbnails of people fucking blown up on his massive flatscreen.
“You did that pretty quickly,” I needle. “Is this a common occurrence for you?”
He glares at me. “You suggested this.”
I’m already hard, but I’ve resisted moving my hands toward my waistband until now. “I suggested it, but this is your area of expertise. So, what are we watching?”
He steels me with another look, but all I do is smile back at him.
With an aggressive sigh, I hear him clicking away on his keyboard again. But then, I watch as he rolls his shoulders, like he’s getting into business mode. “Why don’t I give you a few suggestions, and you tell me if anything sounds good?”
Heat rolls through my body at the change in his tone, how he’s commanding the conversation now. “That… sounds good,” I push out, and he smirks at me.
“Daddy kink?” he asks, hovering over a thumbnail of a man that looks old enough to be my dad, if I knew what he actually looked like these days. He was gone by the time I was out of diapers, and I don’t like wondering if a random man on the street could be him, let alone a dude in a porno.
I grimace, my cock already starting to soften. I’m not exactly a ‘lean into my trauma’ kind of guy. “I’m good on that one, but thanks.”
He laughs. “Sometimes you never know until you try.” I watch the cursor move over to another video. “What about this one?” he asks, a caption indicating that it’s two twinks up for some fun.
I roll my eyes at him. Now, I know he’s just fucking with me. “Tempting, but you don’t look like either of the men in that video.” When he clenches his jaw, a jolt of excitement courses through me.
“So, you want them to look like us? That’s not exactly a fantasy in action, when we’re both right here.
” He moves his cursor over to an image of two guys sitting on a sofa next to one another, very similar to the two of us, with a title about two best friends sucking each other off. “What about this one?”
Now, it’s my turn to laugh. “Talk about a fantasy. No one would ever mistake us for best friends.”
He clicks into the video, and I’m thrown into a college living room very similar to the one I share with my own roommates. It’s not long, and it starts as both of them are already stroking their cocks, watching something on the television out of view.
Wells glances over at me, gauging my reaction. It’s sort of weird, having someone watch me as I figure out what turns me on, but I’m the one who asked for this.
The video plays for another minute, with badly-dialogued conversation that gets them into the predicament where there really is no other option except for one of them to suck the other off.
And I should laugh, but I don’t. Because the one who’s getting his cock sucked has placed his hand forcefully on the other one’s head, and he’s starting to direct him.
“We can keep this one on.” My hand, which has been resting at my waistband, slips underneath so that I can start to work up and down my own cock.
“Okay,” he agrees. I don’t look at Wells, but I can tell from his breathing that he also likes what we’re watching.
Another minute passes, as I focus on the two men, on how the one on his knees takes the other guy fully into his mouth, jerking himself off as he does it. I’m hot all over, and the best part is that Wells is right next to me, having the same experience.
“Pull your joggers down,” I hear from next to me.
My head whips over, Wells’ eyes trained on the movements my hand is making inside my clothing.
And if I was enjoying myself before, I’m aching now.
Nothing makes me go from zero-to-sixty like the sound of his voice.
Quickly, I use my hands to pull my joggers and briefs down to my thighs and lean back against the sofa.
But I’m not focused on the screen anymore.
He’s looking at me, flicking his gaze between my cock that I’m trying to stroke slowly to prolong this pleasure and my eyes, which I know are full of need. “This is like the first time, when I watched you jerk yourself off in my office.”
His words make my blood pump harder, remembering that day. When I was so fucking hot for him that I’d have done anything he asked me. When all I could think about was making myself come, a need like I’d never experienced.
“Come closer, get a better look,” I grit out, praying he’ll do it.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He teases, and it only serves to make me harder.
But he does move closer to me, even if we aren’t touching.
“Give me your hand.” I immediately extend my hand to him, and I watch as he spits in it.
“Now let me watch you cover your cock in my spit. I want to know I’m the reason you can stroke yourself like that. ”
Beads of wetness are already dripping from my tip, but they’re nothing compared to the ease with which my hand glides once I start jerking myself again. I let out a panting moan. I can already feel the tightness at the base of my spine that lets me know my orgasm is close.
“Already bored with the video?” Wells asks. As if I could take my eyes off of him. The way his biceps are clenching with his own up-and-down movement, that I desperately want to watch but he’s still covered. “Maybe you aren’t as into guys as you think.”
I slide my hand back up my shaft and play with the head, my thighs tightening from the sensitivity. “I doubt I’d be watching one as I fuck myself if I wasn’t. You’re better than the video.”
“That’s a good answer,” he says as he drops his head down and takes a slow, savory lick against my tip.
I think I’m going to explode, and I start moving my hand faster. I’m going to come soon. There’s nothing that I can do to stop it. Especially if Wells takes me in his mouth again like that.
“I don’t usually let people come in my mouth, Kellan, but you’re doing such a good job for me that I may make an exception. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I grunt, as I start to feel the orgasm rocketing through my body. “Please. Please, Wells.” I’m begging but I don’t care. In fact, I fucking love it. I’m desperate to feel his lips again.
When he wraps his lips around me again, my spine arches.
I start to shoot my load, which he’s taking at the same time he’s licking around my tip.
It only makes me come harder. My stomach hurts from how my abs are clenched, and I let out a sound that I’ve never heard myself make before, something between a moan and a scream.
I’m spent, my breathing coming out in erratic pants.
Finally, I melt into the sofa, wondering when I’ll feel my limbs again.
My cock twitches when I watch Wells wipe a bead of my come away from his lips, only to take his finger in his mouth and suck it dry. “You’re trying to kill me. This is your great plan against hockey players. Make me come so hard that I’m useless.”
He looks at me, green eyes deep and focused, scanning across my face. Slowly, he pulls his own cock out of his pants, hard and thick with his arousal. All I can think about is how I want to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
How badly I want.
Luckily for me, Wells is the kind of guy that has no problem telling me exactly what it is that he wants. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, guiding me toward him. “Kellan,” he says with a devious smile, “You can’t even imagine all the uses that I have for you.”