Chapter 10
KIERNAN
I knew this kiss would be different from any other but it wasn’t in the way I expected.
Usually my mind never shut down.
I was always thinking, worrying, angsting. ‘Am I too rough?’ ‘do I taste good?’ ‘am I pleasing my partner?’
But with Charlie? There was none of that.
And no reason for worry because everything in that moment was right. The way his breath hitched right before our mouths met. The way his lips molded to mine like two pieces of a puzzle locking in place. The heady taste of chocolate and coffee on his tongue.
That wicked goddamn tongue of his…
He’d ordered me to kiss him but as soon as our lips met, he was the one who took control.
And me? I held on for the kiss of my life.
His tongue tangled with mine, playfully at first. Until I opened my mouth and he slid deep inside, tasting me, sucking on my tongue like a man starved.
And he wasn’t the only one.
The kiss turned aggressive, mauling. He devoured me, but Christ, I was just as hungry for him.
The rough stubble around his mouth grazed my lips and the burn felt so fucking good. The best kind of pleasure-pain. Like when I was in a match and I’d get to that point where my body was screaming in agony but at the same time, I could taste victory.
It was heady and addictive.
Charlie pushed me against the wall, and I leaned back, dropping my upper body weight and spreading my knees so we could notch together, face to face.
“Kier, you taste—” he paused and then nipped and sucked on my bottom lip. “So fucking good.”
“Don’t stop,” I urged as I reached for him again.
Charlie cupped my head, pulling my hair free. It tumbled around our faces in a tangled mess, blocking out everything else.
All I could see was him.
He angled our heads for a deeper connection, and when his tongue touched mine, I moaned so loudly everyone on board probably heard.
Sliding my hands down his back, I reached for his arse. The tiny bathing suit was no barrier as I slid my hands underneath the edge, teasing his hot skin with light strokes. Unlike me, Charlie’s skin was so soft and smooth.
“Squeeze my ass. Hard. Don’t hold back,” he groaned.
I obeyed his command and grabbed a perfect cheek in each hand, squeezing and rubbing, pulling him in to my body as close as we could get. Christ, I was ready to come.
“Yes, like that. Fuck.”
One of his hands roamed down my neck, my chest, my abs. Then he cupped my aching dick and squeezed and Jesus, I was about to come in my shorts.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “But not out here.”
“Cabin,” he replied and pulled back.
I chased after him, reaching, not wanting the separation.
Charlie took my hand and pulled me away from the wall. No small feat when you consider my size versus his.
We stumbled down two flights of stairs and headed inside.
Next thing I knew, we tumbled into the cabin, and I whipped my shirt over my head. Charlie reached for my shorts, but suddenly, he paused.
“Is this okay, or too fast? I want to suck you off, but we go at your pace. This is new for you, so?—”
Instead of replying, I unzipped my shorts and shoved them and my briefs to the floor. My cock was more than happy to be unleashed. I was leaking pre-cum and my balls were so heavy and tight that even the barest brush of air on them had me shivering.
“Fucking hell, Kiernan,” Charlie whispered as he gave me a slow once-over that had goosebumps popping up all over my skin. “You are so goddamn beautiful.”
The compliment gave me a rush of confidence I rarely had in the bedroom.
“You’re one to talk. You…I…” I paused, unable to express myself with all the blood in my brain now rushing to my dick.
Charlie dropped to his knees in front of me. The anticipation of knowing he was about to suck my cock with that wicked mouth of his had my back hitting our cabin door. Hard.
Charlie pushed his speedo off, shoving it down his thighs. Unlike me, he was smooth all over, not a hair in sight. And he’d been right about his tan line. Or lack of.
Talk about beautiful.
His cut cock was as hard as mine but longer, thinner, and suddenly I wondered how that dick would feel in my hand, in my mouth, in my ass…
“I’m negative,” I panted. “I get tested at work every few months.”
“Me too.”
Charlie slid one hand around the base of my dick and when his callused fingertips ran over my skin, all my nerve endings sparked.
“I don’t shave,” I blurted out.
“I noticed.” Charlie waggled his eyebrows as he leaned in close, his hot breath teasing my sensitive dick.
He buried his nose near the base of my cock, diving into my blond pubes.
After taking a long inhale, he gave my skin a teasing lick.
“You are, without a doubt, the sexiest man I’ve ever had the pleasure to, well, pleasure. ”
My cock twitched. I could hardly believe what was happening right now.
“Lean back and relax,” he ordered.
“Relax? I don’t think I?—”
The rest of my thought was lost as Charlie moved closer and wrapped those perfect pink lips around the head of my cock.
“Oh God, oh God,” I gasped.
The wet heat of his mouth. The tormenting flick of his skillful tongue.
The way his dark blues stared up at me, devouring me with heated intensity.
I didn’t think sex could get any better.
Until he swallowed me down, and I mean, all the way down. And, not to brag, but my dick was not average size.
“Charlie,” I groaned out his name.
I heard him gag and automatically, I pulled back. Charlie popped off and shook his head.
“Fuck my face, baby. Grab hold of my head and let me have it,” he growled. “Shove that big cock down my throat. Trust me, I fucking love it.”
I shuddered when he called me ‘baby’. I knew it was the heat of the moment, but it lit me up inside. And between his filthy demand and his touch, all I could do was grunt in approval.
He licked one of his fingers, then sucked me down again.
I stopped thinking and I did as I was told, placing my hands on his head and snapping my hips fast and hard. I didn’t hold back.
Charlie moaned, his mouth stuffed full of my cock, and the vibration on my dick was unreal.
He cupped my balls with his other hand, and I spread my legs wider.
Then his fingers reached back, rubbing my taint.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” I gasped. “Please touch me like that.”
His fingers reached higher, circling my sensitive hole and my entire body locked up tight, the pleasure racing through my blood. I loved to play with my arse but having this man touching me was so much better than good.
I swiveled my hips back and forth in a frantic rhythm, chasing the heat of Charlie’s mouth and the fingers that were teasing my arse. I didn’t know what I wanted more of.
I wanted all of it.
The pleasure kept building, and building, and my balls drew up tight.
“I’m gonna come,” I warned him. “Charlie.”
He pressed his finger on my arsehole, and it was game over.
I let out a roar and snapped my hips one last time as my orgasm unleashed and my cum along with it.
I heard, and felt, Charlie’s moans intensify, muffled by my dick.
Charlie swallowed, but some of my cum dripped out of his mouth, and down his chin. His eyes watered and the tracks of tears slipped down his face.
I’d never seen anyone sexier.
Slowly, he pulled off my spent cock and licked his red, swollen lips.
There was so much I wanted to say, but I was still panting, desperately trying to get air in my lungs. Instead, my shaky legs gave out and I slid down the door until my bare arse hit the floor. The floor now covered in Charlie’s cum.
Charlie straddled my lap and I yanked him forward, dying to taste myself on his lips.
“Kiernan, I?—”
“Kiss me,” I replied, echoing his earlier words.
His blue eyes darkened, and he lunged for me.
For a man who liked to give orders, Charlie was sure good at taking them.
Charlie
Everything ached—my knees, my throat, my jaw—in the best way.
I got so excited from blowing Kiernan that I came, hands free, all over the floor. Watching him come undone, well, it blew my control straight out of the water. While I enjoyed giving head, most of the time, I preferred to be the one receiving it.
But kissing Kiernan, and giving him pleasure? It was more satisfying than anything else.
He tasted better than my fantasies.
And the way he finally let go?
I had a feeling he didn’t do that very often.
Part of me was waiting for his pull back. This was his first time being intimate with a man so it wouldn’t have shocked me at all.
Instead, he surprised me by sitting down on the floor and pulling me onto his lap.
There was nowhere else I wanted to be.
And then he had to go and flip the table on me again. Him ordering me to kiss him was so fucking hot.
Not that I needed to be told. It was my absolute pleasure.
But unlike the desperation of our first one, this kiss was soft and languid, like we had all the time in the world. I couldn’t get enough of those sweet lips of his, and I paused only when I desperately needed a breath of air.
Kiernan licked his lips. “That was…I… you…God.”
“Nope, just Charlie,” I teased.
“Charlie,” he repeated my name in that gruff voice of his and my entire body shivered in response.
I cupped his face, taking my time touching him, tracing the path of freckles on his cheek with my thumb. Then I tugged on his cropped beard and leaned down to kiss him again.
I couldn’t help myself.
That tightness in my chest returned, a deep ache that was intensifying with each touch.
“Shower, bed,” I whispered.
“I don’t know if I can get up.”
I winked at him. “The power of my blowjob. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
I reluctantly leaned back and stood on my own shaky legs, holding out my hand to him.
He grunted and slipped his large hand in mine, and finally stood up.
“Can we both fit in that crawl space you call a bathroom?” he asked.
“Of course. Tight spaces are my favorite.”
He chuckled and I turned to open the bathroom door. I guided a grinning, fucked out Kiernan into the stall, then turned the water on.
The bright smile on his face had me reaching up again to take his lips.
Fuck, this man was irresistible.
But this shower, on the other hand…
It was not conducive to sexual activity. Not for two people and not for someone as big as Kiernan. Every few seconds, one of our elbows, shoulders, or knees, hit the walls around us. Curses erupted and then laughs.
But through it all, we couldn’t stop kissing or touching each other.
It’s funny, because I always found this part of intimacy awkward.
I preferred to fuck and run. Once my orgasm was done, so was I.
But with Kiernan, I didn’t feel that way at all.
I liked being with him, taking care of him.
I grabbed the soap and started washing him, taking extra care with his cock and sliding a slippery hand down over his ass cheeks.
He seemed to enjoy the assplay earlier and the way he squirmed and moaned now confirmed it.
If his growing erection was any indication, he enjoyed all my attention. Once we rinsed off, I slapped his ass playfully.
“Time for bed.”
I shut off the water, stepped out, and grabbed a towel, quickly drying myself off and then doing the same for Kiernan. A look of surprise flashed on his face. Was this too much?
“Your bunk or mine?” he asked.
Now, I was the one who was stunned.
“Don’t you want to, maybe, slow things down a bit?”
“I didn’t mean for sex. I… I thought we could, you know, snuggle.”
His voice was so low, I barely heard the words. But when they registered, I stared up at him in shock.
“Or not, it’s okay, it’s fine. I’m sorry,” he rambled, his face turning red.
He was too cute, and I had no resistance.
“I have no idea how we’re both going to fit in my bunk but like I said earlier, I like tight spaces.”