Camden
Holy shit. This is really happening. I try like hell to suppress the nerves that are raging through my body and only hold on to this moment.
Kingston, here in my bed, totally naked with a condom on his dick, waiting to fuck me.
I’ve wanted this for so long, and I can’t believe this is happening.
I just hope he doesn’t feel like he has to do this. As a favor to me. But he said he wants to, and his dick definitely wants to, already looking like it might explode. “Tell me what to do,” his raspy voice begs.
“Just use your fingers. Get me ready for your cock.” Which is definitely not small and to be honest, I’m a little nervous about it stretching me out. Worried it may hurt and I may hate it, but this is Kingston. I can’t imagine hating anything with him.
He takes a deep breath. I watch as his muscular chest inflates and then deflates with the move, then his slick finger is there, pressing slowly inside of me.
I wouldn’t say it feels good, but it’s not bad either. He adds another finger. “Just like that.” I lean my head back on the pillow, closing my eyes and feeling his fingers explore inside me. “Another.”
His free hand moves up my thigh slowly, moving to my hip, and I feel him leaning in closer even though my eyes are still closed. I nearly shoot off the bed when I feel his lips wrap around the tip of my cock. My eyes fly open, and holy shit. His mouth is on my cock. That’s actually happening.
“Holy. Fuck. Kingston.”
His tongue laps over my slit, teasing as he adds another finger, and I feel like I might lose it.
“Too much.” I rake my fingers through his hair as he uses his mouth on my dick, just the tip, but using his tongue and suction to drive me totally insane as his fingers graze my prostate and make me thrust forward. He pulls back before I go too deep. “Shit. Sorry.”
I can feel him smiling around me, taking more of my dick into his mouth, this time on purpose, and I groan, close to losing it.
“Kingston,” I pant as his fingers move inside me, stretching me and hitting that spot and making it far too dangerous. I want him inside me, but this is almost too good.
Before I have to make an actual choice about whether I want to finish this way or with him inside me, he makes the decision for us. His mouth leaves my dick slowly, licking a stripe up the underside and pulling a hungry moan from me before he removes his fingers. I whimper pathetically.
“Are you ready?” he asks so sweetly, so Kingston and worried about me, that I smile before I nod.
“Yes.”
His body trembles as he climbs up mine, latching onto my lips and offering the sweetest kiss that tears my heart right open. No matter what happens in the future, I’m always going to have this memory.
I’m glad, but I also know it’s going to be what I measure every other experience with for the rest of my life.
His cock presses against my entrance, and my entire body goes stiff, nerves hitting me all at once and my own body shaking now too. “You okay?” He checks, his lips against mine. He holds his weight off me with one arm as his hand guides his cock.
“I’m okay. Slow?”
He nods his head, looking down between us, his forehead resting against mine. He slides inside but only a little, stretching the tight ring of muscle. My body is tense and keeping him out. His lips find mine again as he coaxes me to relax.
If there’s one thing Kingston Wells is good at, it’s helping people feel at ease.
And soon, I’m relaxing into our kiss, my body slowly opening up for him as he works his way inside.
The care he takes with my body is also very Kingston.
Most people think he just bursts through everything in life with loud chaos, but that’s not true.
He likes to have fun, but when he really cares about someone or something, he’s careful.
He shows finesse, just like out on the football field. Just like with me and with Lucy. The truly important things to him, he shows all the care in the world.
When he bottoms out, he stills, his mouth ravaging mine while he waits for me to adjust. “God, you feel so good, Camden.”
“You feel fucking huge,” I say, which makes him laugh, making his cock flex inside me. Pulling a moan from him and a whimper from me while I try like hell to adjust. “Okay.” I kiss him softly. “Move. Just slow.”
“I’m going to make this good for you, Camden.” He presses a kiss to my lips before pushing up on both arms. “Fuck,” he rasps. “Well, at least for a whole minute.” That makes me laugh, my ass squeezing him, and he groans again. “No. You definitely can’t do that. Holy fuck, you’re so tight.”
I start to move with him, my hands grabbing his sculpted ass cheeks and holding on as he thrusts slowly inside me. It’s a lot. I feel stretched and full, and a little sore, but when he grazes my prostate at just the perfect angle, I’m panting and begging for release. My fingers dig into his ass.
“Please touch yourself, Cam. Please come.” He sounds desperate, and I love watching him fall apart like this. I never thought I’d ever get this part of him, but he gave it to me so freely, so effortlessly.
My throat clogs with so many emotions as I try to push them away and just feel. My hands glide over every solid muscle in his back. I move my hands to his shoulders as he leans down to kiss me, still nearly frantic as he begs me to come.
I don’t want it to end.
I don’t want this to ever be over, but I know how important it is to him that I come first. He thinks if I don’t, somehow it won’t be the best experience of my entire life. But he’d be wrong. He could have come as soon as he slid inside me, and it still would have been the best.
I wrap a hand around my leaking cock, using my precum and his spit from the unexpected blowjob of my dreams, and stroke. “Oh fuck, I’m so close,” he rasps again, and I smile, hearing the ecstasy in his voice.
One more slow, long stroke, and my orgasm races to the surface, igniting my body as I fall over the edge. Cum sprays my stomach and chest while Kingston lets out a harsh cry as his cock jerks inside me.
His head falls back as he thrusts into me over and over, his own bliss cresting as I stroke myself until I’m too sensitive and have to stop, having milked every bit of cum from my cock.
“Holy. Fuck.” His head rests against mine, and I let out a small laugh.
“You said that already.”
He’s grinning so big as he looks into my eyes. “I meant it both times. Holy. Fuck. That was good. Please tell me that was good.”
The pleading and unsureness in his voice makes me hate Kennedy more. He’s so damn perfect and caring. She tried to ruin him. Make him hateful and bitter, but Kingston could never be those things.
“That was more than good. That was everything I’ve fantasized about for years. Everything I ever wanted.”
I know we don’t talk about me being in love with him.
I’m too afraid it’ll break the spell if I do, and I think he’s just as afraid of it as I am.
He slowly pulls from my body, making me wince, and then he disposes of the condom.
I’m worried I freaked him out, but then he grabs his t-shirt from the floor and wipes my stomach and chest so damn gently, I think my heart will crack into pieces.
He snuggles up to my side, pulling me into him. “I’m glad I could be good for you. You deserve the best, Camden. Always.”
There are so many things I want to say to him, but I nearly laugh when I hear him softly snoring, his body pressed against me. He’s totally out. Without a care in the world.
And I want to keep it that way for him as long as I can.