25. Warren
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
WARREN
K yle shoves me to the bed, climbing on top and kissing me fiercely.
No, possessively .
Fuck, it’s getting me hot.
He kisses across my jaw and nibbles on my earlobe before sucking on my neck and licking at that tender hollow behind my ear. My hands start to roam his broad back, enjoying the feel of his smooth, hard muscles.
Kyle’s attention moves south, and his soft lips brush over my nipple, tugging on the piercing and teasing my sensitive flesh.
“ Do that again, ” I breathe out, sounding desperate but not caring.
I never liked when girls played with my piercing, but when Kyle drags his lips over the tight little bud for a second time, I feel like I could explode.
His soft mouth continues exploring my chest, licking along the ridges of my stomach until he gets to the place that’s straining for his attention.
But now that my cock is directly in front of his face—mere inches from his lips—I can see the nerves and uncertainty shining through.
I reach down, cupping his jaw. “ Hey. ” Kyle peers up at me, my cock bobbing in between us. “You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Ever. With me or anyone else. You hear? ”
“It’s not like that. I want to, ” Kyle says, glancing off to the side for a second. “I just . . . I don’t want to be bad. What if I’m terrible at blow jobs? What if I accidentally put my teeth all over you and gnaw on it like a dog with a bone?”
It takes everything in me to hold in my laughter, deciding to reassure my best friend instead of snickering at the ridiculous visual he just painted. But I can see the true worry and hesitation in his baby blues, and he needs to know that’s not even a possibility.
“You could never be terrible because it's you , Kyle. I’m pretty sure you could make me come from one lick.”
That earns me a small smile. “Sorry for being a buzzkill and a turnoff,” he says with a self-deprecating edge that just won’t do.
I cup his cheek once again, this time running my thumb along his plump bottom lip. “ Never. Now, come here.”
Kyle crawls back up my body, and I kiss him tenderly and deeply, showing him that anything he ever does could never be wrong. Could never be bad.
With a new confidence instilled in him, he travels back down, staring at my cock for a moment before he wraps his warm hand around my shaft, licking me from balls to tip.
Fuuuuck.
“Incredible,” I whisper encouragingly as he starts to suck on my cockhead and lick at the slit. He takes more in, sucking me harder. “That’s it. Just like that, baby.”
The endearment slips out, and I worry Kyle’s going to freak and pull away, but he does the opposite and suddenly pushes his head further down, nearly deep-throating me.
I suck in a sharp breath of air, letting it out as a strangled groan.
Kyle triggers his gag reflex and chokes, pulling off so he can cough.
I can’t deny the twisted part of me that likes the sound of him choking on my cock.
He dives right back in, licking and sucking on the top half only.
“Fuck, Ky. Your mouth feels divine. Use your hand, too, baby. I’m ’bout to come.” Something about coaching Kyle in the bedroom gets me really, really hot.
He grips the base of my shaft, squeezing tightly while licking at the head.
“Yes. Just like that. Feels so good,” I murmur, whispering positive affirmations to him.
He lets one hand wander, traveling up my stomach and over my chest to my nipple where he starts to flick the little bud and tug at the barbell through it.
Kyle never once stops sucking and pumping me. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way, and the sound I make is worse than the one I made when his fingers slid into my ass and milked me for the first time.
He releases my nipple, but his hand continues roaming, gripping my hip along my Adonis belt. Squeezing firmly, he holds me down so that I can’t move while his cheeks hollow out and he sucks me harder.
“Ky,” I whine, gripping the sheets before I lose control.
He suddenly pops off, his tongue traveling along the deep groove that leads to my balls. “Bend your knees and pull your legs back for me,” he whispers, just as out of breath as I am.
Holy hell is this hot.
I obey, taking a deep breath and trying to relax as much as I can while fully exposed.
“Can I try something again?” he asks somewhat hesitantly, like he’s unsure how I’ll react.
“ Anything. Do anything you want to me. Fuck, Ky. You’re killing me here. You know patience isn’t my strong suit.”
Kyle chuckles before lowering his head.
I close my eyes in anticipation and moan loudly when I feel something soft, firm, and wet tease my crease and lick my hole.
My body jolts like it’s an automatic response.
Big hands reach up, squeezing my cheeks and massaging them possessively. He continues to circle his tongue around my rim, teasing me until he finally stiffens it, probing at my hole relentlessly.
I start to relax, loosening up enough to allow Kyle’s tongue to slip in.
“ Fuck! ” I shout, panting heavily as unfamiliar sensations rush through me. “Yes, baby, yes! Give me more. ”
The feeling of his wet, slippery tongue moving around inside my ass and licking is so fucking foreign that my dick is harder than it’s ever been with a girl.
It’s an angry reddish-purple, pointing straight up and rubbing against my stomach as I pull my knees back further, allowing Kyle more access.
My body is loosening up and relaxing, coasting toward that happy place, but then I feel a slight stretch and burn as something works its way into me next to his tongue.
His finger slowly pushes in, stretching me further.
Oh God, I feel like I could come hands-free this way.
By the time Kyle’s finger is fully sheathed inside me next to his tongue, I’m a moaning, whining mess.
My chest is rising and falling rapidly, and a slight sweat covers my forehead and upper lip. I don’t know how he does it, but he starts to lick and probe even deeper.
My thighs are trembling out of my control, and he hasn’t even touched my cock.
“I-I think I’m gonna come,” I gasp, holding the building flutters at bay.
Kyle clearly can’t speak at the moment, considering his tongue is so far up my ass his nose is jammed into my sac.
“Keep going. Just like that, Ky. Just like that,” I chant, encouraging him.
He finds that sweet spot deep within me, and I jerk, crying out as he begins to stroke it with his finger while wiggling his tongue.
Every time his finger presses into that sensitive area inside me, I feel like my cock is being touched from the inside.
It’s addictive.
Without warning, Kyle suddenly pulls his tongue and finger out, making me gasp.
But before I have time to cry over the emptiness, Kyle lifts me under the hips, folding me in half and squirting lube on my spit-soaked hole. He pushes two thick fingers in to the hilt without so much as a second thought.
I suck in a strangled breath of air, holding it in and not letting it out.
My hole pulses around the invading digits.
“Breeeeathe, Ren,” Kyle urges, hovering above me and staying still while my body attempts to adjust. “I’m gonna need you to take a big breath for me,” he whispers, staring deep into my eyes.
I let out a pathetic whimper when he pulls his fingers out slowly, sucking in another sharp breath of air when he shoves them in forcefully.
Fuuck.
Kyle never slows his pace, leaning over me so that even more of his body weight settles on top. He stares directly into my eyes, not an ounce of shyness between us.
His brows are creased with concentration—intense and focused—as he starts to stroke himself while still expertly finger-fucking me.
My cock pulses, and my balls draw up as I race toward the edge, ready to soar.
He curls his fingers on every thrust, rubbing against my new favorite spot.
“Gonna come,” I warn before thick ropes of cum shoot out of my bouncing dick, landing on my chest and making me flinch when some hits my chin.
Before I have a moment to come down from my release, Kyle slips his fingers out, leaving me wide open and whimpering.
He quickly maneuvers himself so that his swollen tip is pointed directly at my hole, without touching it.
“This okay?” he pants, and for a moment, I think he means fucking me, but when he starts to jerk off, I realize what he wants.
I nod my consent and Kyle scoots forward, jerking off against my entrance. The blunt head of his cock brushes against my quivering hole, teasing me and nearly making me beg him to stick it in.
Kyle stretches me farther, pushing down and testing my limits. His face contorts while he gives himself a few more pumps before pressing his tip to my gaping hole.
His cock pulses against my sensitive flesh, shooting load after load into me and down my crease. He rubs the sticky mess in, poking my hole like he’s trying to keep his cum in.
Fuck that’s hot.
I can’t wait to see Kyle fully lose control and fuck me.
But for now, I’ll be happy with the feeling of his warm spunk dripping out of my used hole.