30. Kyle
CHAPTER THIRTY
KYLE
“ I t’ll take a few days to get home,” Ren murmurs into my mouth between tender, teasing kisses. “We should probably think about hitting the road.” But he doesn’t move and neither do I.
“Mmm. Do we have to?” I moan as his lips trail along my jaw.
I’m not ready to go home, and I’m certainly not ready to face the real world or the consequences of our actions. Because if I’m being honest with myself, I’m afraid of the fallout.
I’m afraid this happiness I found with him won’t last, and I’ll be alone and depressed when we’re back in Colorado.
But most of all . . .
I’m afraid our friendship will be ruined.
Sparks fly when we’re together, there’s no denying that, but deep down, I know we’re playing with dynamite.
“I suppose we could stay one more day and leave in the morning,” he concedes, nibbling his way down my bare chest.
I try to get lost in the sensations, but my mind is racing, and I can’t seem to let go.
Will he regret all of this?
Will I?
How can everything not come crashing down once we’re back in our parents’ houses?
No matter how many times I go through this in my head, working it out like some sort of complex math problem, this can’t possibly work.
I’m not gay.
Completely out of sorts and way too distracted to mess around, I scramble out of bed, gently knocking Ren away as I rush to get my shorts on and hustle out the door.
“ Ky? ”
“I . . . Uh. I’m going for a run,” I stammer, ignoring the hurt flashing across his face as I grab the first pair of mismatched socks I can find.
“Ky, what’s wrong?” Ren asks with so much concern that my heart skips a beat, and I make the mistake of glancing up, getting caught in his stormy gray eyes, swirling with worry. “ Talk to me, ” he pleads.
But I ignore him, quickly slipping on my running shoes and making a break for the outside world before he can ask me where I’m going.
There’s a cliffside walking trail that I’ve been dying to check out ever since we first stopped here, so I jog in that direction. I take a deep breath, letting the warm California weather push the cold grip of anxiety away.
Shaking my jittery hands out, I quickly stretch before taking off along the skinny, paved trail that lines the edge of the cliff.
The sun reflects off the rippling ocean surface, shimmering like a pool of iridescent ink and clearing my head with its beauty.
Things seem easier for Ren, and I don’t know if that’s because he’s bisexual or what. He hasn’t come out to me—hasn’t labeled himself—and I don’t want to ask because I sure as shit don’t want him asking me the same question in return.
Although the answer is no.
Definitely, no.
I’m not gay or bi or anything but straight.
Sure, I enjoy watching guys in porn, but when I think about sticking my dick in any man other than Ren, my cock wilts.
But what does that mean?
My mind continues to race, questioning every attraction I’ve ever had.
But I keep circling back to one significant fact; I’ve never felt this way for anyone.
Ever.
Just Ren.
Only Ren.
After sorting through my fucked-up feelings and getting nowhere, I’ve at least been able to come to one important conclusion out here.
I’m not ready for it to end so soon.
The RV door nearly flies off the hinges when I yank it open in a hurry. I sprinted back as if my life depended on it, and right now, it sure feels like it does.
Warren jolts awake from his prone position on the couch while some old Will Ferrell comedy plays softly in the background.
It’s as if time stills for a moment, and I see him in slow-motion.
Sleepy-eyed with messy black hair spilling everywhere.
Jesus Christ.
He looks fuckable.
“ I’m sorry for running off like that. ” The quiver in my voice is audible, and I’d be embarrassed if I wasn’t so fucking horny and so desperate to feel connected to him right now.
Desperate to be inside him.
“ Ren, I need you. ”
As soon as my words register, his tired eyes brighten with arousal. “ You got me, baby ,” Ren insists, jumping up and practically lunging at me.
Our mouths slam into each other, tongues tangling. My hands roam his body urgently, slipping into the waistband of his boxers and tugging him closer by his ass.
Ren bumps into me, and we’re chest to chest; his warm, soft skin pressed to mine.
“I love the feel of your big, sweaty body rubbing against me,” Ren moans while I squeeze his ass, slipping a finger in between and causing him to suck in a sharp breath of air.
I’m glad, because there’s no time for a shower.
“ Can I fuck you again? ” I ask, sounding more like a plea than a question.
I think I might die if he says no.
“ Yes, ” he says in a whisper, and it’s the only word I need to hear.
We fumble to the bedroom in a flurry of kissing and touching.
Ren finally pries his lips from mine, connecting his phone to the Bluetooth speaker and setting the mood with a slow, seductive song I’ve never heard before. He takes his boxer briefs off next, laying back on the bed completely naked.
I follow suit, wiggling out of my athletic shorts and flinging them into the corner of the room before crawling onto the bed and hovering beside him.
“Can you prep yourself for me? I wanna watch. ”
I’m not used to expressing what I want in the bedroom, I’m used to pleasing someone else and only worrying about them.
Warren makes me feel like I can voice my own desires.
His pupils dilate, and he rolls to his stomach, bending one knee and lifting it so that he exposes himself to me.
God. He’s so fucking sexy.
Ren pours some lube into his hand, reaching behind himself and working in one, then two fingers, stretching and scissoring his ass open.
“Is that enough?” he pants, peering over his shoulder at me.
“ Give me one more. ”
Ren slips both fingers out, pressing three to his hole this time and whimpering. “Just stretch me the rest of the way open, Ky.”
Watching Ren squirm might be one of the hottest things I’ve seen in my life, but I finally take pity on him. “Fine. Roll over.”
He listens, spreading his legs and allowing me space to settle in between. I hover above his prone body, staring him in the eye. “I’ll be as careful as possible.” I give him a little peck on the lips before I grab the bottle of lube and cover my dick.
Ren pulls his legs back farther, hugging my sides with his thighs. I press my cockhead to his entrance, pushing lightly against the resistance.
“I can take it,” Ren says resolutely, but I’m not so sure he can. This is only the second time he’s had a dick in his ass.
I squirt more lube on his hole, working him open with my fingers until I feel comfortable enough to push into him without hurting him.
Ren gasps when I finally breach the tight ring of muscle, both of us pausing for a moment before I slide the rest of the way in with a prolonged groan.
His body feels incredible, and we’re so in tune.
“Can you feel that?” I pant, leaving my cock shoved to the hilt inside him.
“ Mhm, ” Ren moans wantonly, and I rotate my hips, grinding my pelvis into his sensitive rim. “Fuck me hard, Ky. I’m ready. ”
No more taking it slow and easy.
I pull back, leaving only my cockhead inside, and slam forward, shaking the bed and possibly the whole RV.
“ Yesss, ” Ren cries out, throwing his head back and exposing the long column of his throat, begging me to lick it.
I kiss and bite and suck my way up to his mouth, leaving a trail of hickeys in my wake.
I shove my tongue into his mouth, filling him up just like my cock is filling his ass.
Ren wraps his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck, clinging to me as I pound into him relentlessly.
I slip my hands under the back of his head, grabbing his hair and holding on. My hips piston in and out of his tight body while he burrows his face into my neck, hot breaths tickling my skin.
Sticky precum coats my stomach from where his hard cock is rubbing against my abs.
Being with Ren is cosmic, like a burst of colors I’ve never seen before.
I start to curve my hips on each thrust, changing the angle. Ren cries out, and I realize I’ve found his prostate. He stiffens, digging his heels into the soft globes of my ass, but I don’t stop. I continue to nail his sweet spot, giving him everything I’ve got until I’m out of breath and panting heavily.
“ Harder. Harder. Harder, ” he grunts each time my hips slam into him.
Sweat drips down the tip of my nose, plopping onto my best friend who’s taking my cock so fucking good .
I grit my teeth, attempting to hold the orgasm back as I continue slamming into him over and over. “Take my cock. Take it. ” I bite down on his neck, sucking hard.
“Gonna come. Gonna come,” he chants before a loud, strangled noise escapes him. Hot cum spurts against my stomach as his ass clamps down around my cock, trying to milk me.
“ Kyle! ” he shouts. “ Don’t stop! ”
Wave after wave of cum splashes against my abs, and his lewd moans do me in, triggering my own release. I surge into him one last time, holding my hips still as my cock pulses, pumping load after load into his tight channel until it starts to ooze out around my shaft.
Holy hell.
Pulling out carefully, I flop to the bed, panting heavily.
We lie in silence for a moment, until I force myself to get up and go to the bathroom, cleaning up quickly and returning with a warm washcloth for Ren.
He wipes the sticky cum from his stomach and dick, but leaves my cum to slowly leak out of his ass.
Hot.
We lie face to face, staring at each other in silence, almost like we can’t believe what just happened, or what we’ve been doing this whole trip.
And maybe that’s true.
But I’ll worry about it later, because right now, I’m fucking spent.
Vibrant shades of pink, red, and gold streak the horizon, painting the ocean with an amber hue that sparkles before us.
We made it just in time.
“It’s stunning,” Warren murmurs, climbing over the railing at the end of the pier.
“ Whoa. Whoa. What are you doing? ” I grab hold of his elbow as he settles on top of the railing, dangling his feet over the edge.
“Just watching the sunset, Ky,” he replies like it’s no big deal and he couldn’t possibly fall thirty feet to his death.
Unease rolls through me, so I step close, wrapping my arms around him tightly, uncaring who sees. I take a deep breath and relax a little, resting my chin on his shoulder as the colors change before us, slowly getting darker.
Before the last bit of daylight is gone, I lean to the side, appreciating Ren’s strong profile against the glowing backdrop of a Californian sunset. My eyes trace the ridge of his nose down to the pout of his lips and along the sharp cut of his jaw.
Ren tilts his head, peering up at me. “You creepin’ on me again?”
I chuckle, not denying it this time. “Yeah. I mean, you’re kinda beautiful,” I admit softly.
A smug little grin stretches his lips, giving me the urge to kiss him. “Aww. You think I’m pretty?” he asks, fluttering his eyelashes.
“You know you are. It’s why I’ve had to chase so many girls and guys away the past couple weeks.” I give him a quick peck. “But I’m not sharing you on this trip. You’re mine. ”
A bubble of worry tries to work its way up my esophagus, but I swallow it down when Ren grabs the back of my neck, kissing me deeper.
He pulls away, both of us panting. “I think I like this possessive side of you, Ky. It’s kinda hot.”
Now it’s my turn to smirk. “Oh yeah?” I kiss along the shell of his ear, making him shiver. “Can I possess your ass again tomorrow?”
Ren bursts out laughing. “That was bad, dude. Possession denied. ”
I shrug unapologetically, and we continue to watch the sunset.
God, I don’t want to go home yet.
Everything about this moment feels perfect.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket, so I slip it out, expecting it to be my mom checking in on when we’re leaving.
I open my texts, and my heart plummets to the wooden planks below.
It’s Marissa.
She wants to talk when I get home.
I really can’t deal with this right now.
Two weeks went by way too fast.
“You okay?” Ren suddenly asks, snapping me out of it before the panic can take over.
“Yeah. Sorry,” I answer calmly, despite what I’m feeling inside. “Just thinking.”
“About what?”
Here goes nothing.
“Do you think we could stay another week?”
After the texts from my ex, I’m just not mentally prepared to return to the real world yet.
Ren spins around, spreading his thighs and allowing me to settle between them. “It’s like you read my mind,” he says with a slow grin. “I’ll call Pops tomorrow.”
“Think he’ll say yes?”
I don’t want to get my hopes up.
Ren’s smile widens. “You know he’s a big softie. He can’t say no.”
I lean forward, pressing my lips to his as the sun disappears beyond the sea.