7. STAY A LITTLE LONGER #2
He shifts and pushes me down onto my back, and I land on the couch with a small oomph.
His body drapes over mine in a way that makes me feel cocooned, and he begins kissing the side of my jaw softly, open-mouthed.
I groan, ready to beg him to keep going, but I don’t have to.
He shifts my head to the side and kisses my throat, then bites the side of my neck in a way that has my cock pulsing to the beat of my heart.
I’m painfully turned on, ready to plead with him to put me out of my misery, when I remember I promised myself I wouldn’t have sex with him.
“Wait,” I gasp in painful breaths. “I can’t—we can’t—”
“No sex,” he breathes against the side of my neck, right under my ear. I shiver. “Just let me taste you. Please. I’m dying for it. I need it. I’m begging you, Conrad. After the night we’ve had, I can’t keep wondering how your cum feels down my throat.”
“Fuck,” I groan, and he bites my earlobe, then licks over it in a way that has my toes curling and my fists tightening. The way my blunt fingernails dig into the palms of my hands is painful, and I don’t think I can resist him. “Oh, god, you feel so good.”
“You haven’t felt anything yet,” he whispers, “I promise you won’t ever forget this.” I already know that, so I nod frantically.
Kenneth’s hand trails up my side, underneath my shirt, and he pushes it up, exposing my abs.
He pulls away from me, looking down at my exposed torso and trailing his fingers through the grooves of my six-pack.
Then his hand shifts, wandering up to my chest, where he squeezes my pec and pinches my nipple.
No one’s ever done that before, and my hips lift right off the couch, my cock seeking relief.
A moan tears from my throat at the way he does it again, and then he dips his head and takes the tight bud between his lips and sucks.
It’s a direct line to my balls, making them tighten, and I gasp.
Fuck.
Oh, fuck.
I’ve never felt anything like it. I don’t think I can deny him. I can’t even fucking think straight. When he grabs both sides of my T-shirt and tears it open, I know I stand no chance against him. I’m fucking done for. There’s no hope of leaving this scene unscathed.
“You’re fucking perfection,” he breathes, lips lightly moving over my chest now. His lips ghost between my pecs, and he licks a trail down my abs until he’s at the waistband of my shorts. He looks up at me, a question in his eyes. “Please.”
I can’t stand it anymore, the way he’s begging as if this is the only thing he wants. The only thing he’s ever wanted. As if he can’t live without it for one more second. I know the way it feels. To want someone this much. To want him this much. I don’t know how I know, just that I do.
I nod, and his eyes fill with a heat that feels scorching.
He shoves my shorts down my legs until they’re at my ankles, and then I kick them off, throw them over the side of the couch, and spread my legs for him.
He bites his bottom lip as he kneels between them, touching my balls gingerly and making them tighten until it’s nearly painful.
His eyes dip down, and when his eyes widen even more, I know he’s looking at my hole.
Kenneth licks his lips and wraps his hand around my cock, letting a string of his saliva fall from his lips.
It lands on the head of my dick, warm and wet and driving me fucking crazy.
Just the sight of it is so erotic, I’m not sure I’ll last very long.
I don’t want to embarrass myself, but everything about him is just doing it for me.
“Is it nice?” I ask breathlessly. “Is it everything you thought it would be?”
I’m referring to my cock, and he strokes it slowly as he stares into my eyes with a smirk.
“Gorgeous.” He grins. “Perfect. Huge.”
His hand strokes me a little faster, and I pant. “F-fuck—”
“I want it inside of me,” he whispers, lowering his head until his mouth is just a ghost of breath over my tip. “But I can be patient.”
“Suck it, Ken,” I beg him, writhing underneath him at the pleasure he’s providing with just his hand. “Oh, fuck, please put your mouth on me. I need it. I can’t—”
“Shhhh,” he hushes me softly. “I want it just as much as you do.”
Our eyes connect as he wraps his lips around the head, and I moan loudly, my entire body shaking.
He grips my thigh as he goes lower, taking more of me in his mouth, until I meet resistance.
I’m in the back of his throat, and when it tightens around me, warm and wet and so fucking tight, my toes curl, and I whimper.
I’ve never made that sound before in my entire life, and his eyes brighten with something that looks akin to victory.
Kenneth moans around my length as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, and I shift my hips slightly, softly, thrusting into his mouth carefully.
His head bobs up and down faster, and he holds me in his mouth, cradling my cock with the back of his throat in a way that has my eyes widening.
His hand shifts, moving to my balls, then lower.
He presses his fingers into my taint as he devours me.
There’s no other way to describe it. He’s skillful and enthusiastic, a lethal combination.
His fingers press deeper, making a shiver run down my spine, and my balls tighten painfully.
Every part of me needs to come, but I’m holding back because I don’t want this to end.
It’s then he realizes what I’m doing. I can tell because his eyes narrow on me, and when he rubs in a circular motion, I groan, his eyes lighting up.
My legs shake violently with my impending release.
I’m coming apart at the seams with every suck and lick.
With every swallow around the head of my cock.
But it’s not until his fingers brush against my hole that I tighten, a wave of warmth rushing south until it feels like I’m going to black out.
And when his fingers rub against my hole? I’m fucking gone.
“Oh, f-fuck, Ken,” I gasp as he sucks me down. “Yes. Fuck yes. Don’t stop. Oh, god. Mmmm.”
I cry out with my release, pumping my hips desperately and holding myself at the back of his throat.
He swallows around me, heightening the pleasure coursing through me at full speed.
He doesn’t stop rubbing my hole until my cock softens and I lie back on the couch, utterly spent yet relaxed in a way I haven’t been in a long time. A way only a good orgasm can trigger.
Kenneth makes a show of licking his lips, grinning as he kneels between my legs.
He’s only wearing his boxer briefs now. Light blue and tight, hugging his cock and balls in such an obscene way that my mouth goes dry.
I lick my lips as I watch him take his underwear off.
Nothing could ever prepare me for the way my heart beats faster at the sight of his pale cock.
Long, though a bit less girthy than mine.
The head is flushed a deep pink, a delicate hue that matches his cheeks.
I want it in my mouth so badly, I’m salivating for it now.
“Come here.” I pat my chest. “Fuck my throat.”
His eyes widen at my request, but he complies, climbing on top of me to straddle my chest. I bring two fingers to my lips until strings of saliva are falling off them, and he lifts his hips until my fingers rub at his tight hole.
I can smell him. Musky, sweet, with a hint of pineapple.
He smells like summer. It makes perfect sense to me.
The tip of my finger slips into his hot hole, and he gasps, lips parting and eyes glazing over.
I probe gently, slowly, until the rest of my finger is inside, then withdraw and thrust a second one in.
A low moan vibrates through him, and he shifts his hips until my fingers are thrusting in and out of him.
He’s panting now, cheeks red, golden hair sticking to his forehead.
“Oh, god, Conrad,” he whispers, shifting his hips faster. “I need more.”
“I know exactly what you need.” I smirk, curling my fingers inside him, rubbing them against his prostate. He jolts, moaning loudly now, and grips his hair with both hands, yanking on the strands desperately as I annihilate his prostate.
“There,” he groans. “Don’t stop.”