12. THE THINGS YOU FORGOT #2
I pant as I withdraw my fingers, and Kenneth’s movements are rushed as he grabs my cock and directs it to his entrance.
The head of my cock slips inside when he pushes down onto it, and we gasp in unison when I break through the tight ring of muscle.
There’s urgency in the way he bears down and takes me quickly, not waiting to adjust before he’s bouncing on it.
I grip his hips tightly as he moans, and I rearrange his body so it’s at the angle I need him to be in.
When I shove him down onto my cock now, he whines long and loud.
So much for soft and slow, I guess.
“Holy fucking shit,” Kenneth moans. “Oh, fuck, right there.”
“Right here, baby?” I ask through gritted teeth, keeping in my groan. “Is this what you wanted? A big dick inside of you? You wanted me to make you feel something? Are you feeling it yet?”
“Yes,” Kenneth moans, lifting and dropping back down as I fuck him from the bottom. “Yes!”
“What do you actually want from me, Kenneth?” I’m not sure what possesses me to ask that question, but once I’ve started, I can’t seem to stop. “You drive me fucking crazy. Is this real? Tell me we’re real. Please.” My hands desperately roam all over him, feeling as much of him as I can.
“I want you,” Kenneth whines, going faster and harder. “We’re real!”
Kenneth cries out when I piston my hips upward even harder than before, hitting his prostate.
He rests his forehead against mine as I plow into him, and he’s just along for the ride now.
His fingers dig into my skin, and he turns his face and bites the side of my neck roughly as I dance over the edge. So close. So fucking close.
“Come for me, Ken,” I growl, feeling like I’m about to lose my mind. “C-come now.”
“Oh, please!”
“Please, what?” I ask him.
“Don’t stop,” he moans. “Right there—I’m gonna come!”
I grip the back of his hair and bring his face to mine as I continue to fuck him, just as he requested, and his eyes widen.
“Are you gonna kiss me, baby?” he asks me, and my grip tightens.
“Yes,” I breathe, tilting my head further, pulling him in, our noses pressing together now.
Kenneth slams his lips to mine and sucks on my bottom lip hungrily, biting it as he lets go, just to shove his tongue in my mouth.
I grab his ass and thrust up into him, making him groan, and I swallow the sound.
When I find his prostate once more, Kenny cries out and begins to shake, and I quicken my thrusts and pound into him roughly.
Every moment with him feels like a fucking explosion happening in my chest, and right now I’m burning from the inside out. I can’t even breathe properly from how desperately I want to fill him up with my cum. I have to have it, have to have him.
I suck on Kenneth’s tongue as I thrust into him, then I lift myself off the couch and throw him on it.
He lands on his back with wide eyes, but spreads his legs for me as I lower myself between them.
I thrust into him once more, and Ken’s back arches as I fuck him roughly.
The sounds coming out of him are the fuel to my fire, and we’re dancing in the flames.
“Conrad!” Kenneth moans, throwing his head back, exposing his throat to me.
I dig my teeth into his neck, biting roughly, and he grabs my wrist and directs my hand to his cock.
I wrap my fingers around him tightly, then stroke him to the rhythm of my thrusts.
I use one arm for support as I fuck him slower, dragging my cock over his prostate at a torturous pace. “Ah, fuck. Fuck.”
I look into his wide and panicked eyes as I fuck him harder, watching his body shift underneath me.
His cock hardens impossibly more and throbs in my grip.
He’s close. Really close. I don’t know if I want this to end yet, but as a shiver runs down my spine, I know I won’t be able to last much longer anyway.
“Like that! Don’t stop. Don’t stop!” Kenneth yells desperately, a moan ripping from his throat, the longer I keep going. “Conrad,” he groans. “Conrad.”
Something rearranges itself in my chest, in my fucking soul, the more he calls out to me.
There’s something about the way he says my name that sounds so fucking desperate.
A small part of me, the delusional part of me, wants to believe he can’t fucking stand the thought of me disappearing from his life.
That he really is desperate—to keep me, to love me, to never let me go.
If I close my eyes and picture our life together, I can really convince myself that it’s real. I can make myself believe it all.
I’m panting and groaning, so close to my climax that my breaths are coming out choppy and broken. There’s an urgency coursing through my veins as I take and take and fucking take from him. And yet, I can’t get enough—I want more. I want it all. I need him to give me everything.
“What is it, baby?” I whisper in his ear, and he grabs my ass and pushes me deeper into him. “What do you need?”
“Talk to me,” he says, planting his feet on the couch and fucking me back. His ass tightens impossibly more, and it makes my breath come out in a rush along with a loud moan. “Tell me how much you love this.”
“I love it,” I groan, but what I really want to say is I love you. “This tight little ass is the best thing I’ve ever fucked.”
Kenneth gasps, “More.”
“I want to fill you with my cum and suck it out of you, Kenny,” I growl, and my balls tighten, my spine tingling. “Do you want that?”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
“Oh, fuck,” I groan as his ass clenches around my cock and his cock jerks in my fist. Warmth trickles down my knuckles as he comes, and it triggers my own orgasm.
I spill into him with a loud groan, ecstasy making my vision blurry and spotty.
“Ken,” I cry out, feeling the depths of my feelings for him all the way in my fucking soul.
“Yes, baby,” Kenneth whispers, “Say my name.”
“Kenny,” I groan again as my cock stops twitching.
Something unsaid hangs in the air between us, but before I say something I’ll definitely regret, I pull out of him and lower myself between his thighs, throwing his legs over my shoulders. I angle his hips up slightly and bury my nose in his groin, smelling him, filling my lungs with him.
“Push my cum out of you, Kenny,” I whisper. “Let me taste us.”
Kenneth groans as he does what he’s told, and I immediately press my lips to his hole. I suck on his rim and lick around it, making him moan, and then thrust my tongue into his sloppy hole. He’s soft and open and so fucking warm. I could live inside him forever. I want to.
I’m so fucking fucked.
Kenny pulls at my hair as I clean him up, and before long, I’m making my way back up his body.
His fingers are still buried in my hair when he pulls me down toward his mouth, and I kiss him deeply.
Our tongues meet and stroke, and I pull back slightly and stare down at his spit-slick, reddened lips.
Fuck, I want him. I want him so badly it’s a physical ache in my chest. It feels like it’s caving in right now—
“Be mine,” he says softly, and I swear to all that is holy, my heart actually stops. “Be my boyfriend. Be my everything.”
“Don’t play with me, Ken,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I’m not playing with you.” His bottom lip wobbles. He looks like he’s telling the truth, and my eyes widen. “I want it. I want you.”
“For real?” I stammer. “Are you serious?”
“So serious.” He looks bashful now, cheeks turning pink.
“Of course I’ll be your boyfriend, baby,” I whisper, kissing his cheek. “You’re already my everything.”
Kenneth’s hand tentatively comes up to stroke my hair, and we stare at each other. And even though he hasn’t said it, and I don’t know when he will, I swear I can see the love in his eyes.
Please don’t let me be wrong.