Kendall
HE KISSED ME like he’d been starving for it, his lips attacking mine with a ferocity I hadn’t expected after the timid, somewhat pitiful way he’d responded to my question.
He leaned in, pressing the length of his body against mine so I could feel his pleasured, ragged groan vibrating up from his chest as his stiff cock prodded against my bare navel.
When he broke away to breathe, it was only for a split second before capturing my mouth again, pushing his tongue inside like tasting me was more vital to his health than sucking air into his lungs.
It was better than all the fantasies I’d ever had about having his firm mouth on mine.
My fingers tangled into his thick, messy hair, holding him close to me as his hands dragged down my body so hard I thought they might bruise, clamping onto my hips as he devoured my mouth.
The way he rutted against me was so cute and so desperate, like he’d been counting the seconds until he could be alone with me again.
I was already rock hard, my dick pinned up against my body by the stupidly tight little shorts I’d squeezed into that morning.
As long as I’d known him, I’d never seen this side of him before. So needy and vulnerable. And I’d never dreamed there would be anything, tangible or intangible, that he would come to me for. My heart was exploding in my chest, happiness coursing through me as I let him lap at my tongue.
When I squeezed his neck to hitch myself up a little and grind against his cock with mine, he let out a strained gasp and gripped onto my ass to hold me there.
My back hit the bricks as he pinned me, his fingers squeezing and stroking the bits of my skin he could reach under the hem of my tiny shorts as I spread my thighs to make it easier for him.
“Have you been thinking about me?” I asked softly, purring and arching into him when his urgent kisses moved to my neck, the frame of his glasses clacking against the silly cat collar I was wearing and jingling the bell.
The feeling of his lips on me had fire shooting straight to my dick, and I could feel myself starting to pulse with need.
“No. Yes,” he corrected himself, his breath coming out harsh and hot against my throat. “Fuck. You taste so good.”
“Rhys.”
“Don’t call me that,” he begged, his tongue licking a hot stripe over my neck as he panted. “Call me what you called me the other night.”
I searched my mind briefly, the hazy fog of lust slowing my cognizance down just enough to make it difficult.
“Baby?” I asked, and he moaned, his hips rocking into mine hard as he rubbed himself against me.
The sensation of having so much power over this muscular, masculine jock sparked up in my blood and spread like a drug, making my thighs tremble as I bit down into my lower lip.
“Is that because you want me to take care of you? You want to be babied?”
He swallowed so hard I could hear it crackle in the air as his breath heaved out.
“Yes,” he admitted, though the word came out in a strained whine. “Take care of me. You’re the only…” He trailed off, like he’d changed his mind.
“The only what?” I asked. “I can’t take care of you unless you tell me what you need.”
He groaned again, burying his face in my neck, the heat of his embarrassment searing my flesh as he peppered kisses onto me.
“You’re the only one I think about.”
“Do you think about me a lot?” I asked, my head spinning.
Was this seriously happening? Rhys Kensington was whimpering in my arms, rutting his hips against me and begging me to baby him and take care of him.
Maybe I’d died in a car crash that morning and I’d landed in my own personal little heaven scenario.
“Fuck, yes. Too much. And then you… Come here in this stupid little outfit and get me so hard I can’t even think straight.”
“Is that why you wanted to talk to me in private?” I asked, stroking my hands down his hair and over his bare shoulders. Even though he was quivering under my touch, the way he held me up was completely effortless. “Because I was making you hard?”
He was wearing a sexy little outfit too, with his carved biceps and perfectly toned legs out on display.
But I doubted he’d considered how insanely hot he looked in simple black running shorts and a tank.
He might have known at one point in his life, but it was clear to me that years of negativity and criticism had killed his self esteem.
Luckily for him, I was the perfect person to go about restoring it.
If he would let me. Which at the moment he seemed very, very eager for.
“Yes,” he answered with another groan, his head falling down to rest on my shoulder as he shuddered, his hips stuttering against mine like he was close to coming. “F-fuck.”
As much as I would have relished it, the fact that I could get him so worked up just through our clothes without even really touching him, I didn’t want to make him walk around the rest of the event with cum-soaked underwear.
“You don’t want to come in your shorts, do you?” I murmured, tucking back a thick lock of his hair so I could murmur into his ear.
“No,” he whimpered.
“Poor baby. You want me to help?”
“Oh fuck, Sparkles. Yes,” he rasped out. He was a desperate, pleading mess and I hadn’t even touched him yet.
Carefully nudging him back so he’d lower me onto the ground, I slipped my hands under his shirt to glide my fingertips over the contours of his abs, barely biting back a moan at how his rock hard muscles quivered at my touch.
“You have no idea how sexy you look right now, do you?” I wondered, and he shivered before shaking his head and planting his hands on the bricks behind us to give me more access to his body.
Peering up at him for a second, the beautiful sharp line of his jaw had my heart stumbling in my chest, reminding me how long I’d been yearning for him.
I didn’t know what was going to happen between us in the future.
This wasn’t exactly my first rodeo fooling around with a straight guy.
Whether he could admit to himself that he wasn’t straight was his own issue and I couldn’t interfere or put pressure on him for that.
Even putting that part aside… I wasn’t sure I could imagine someone like Rhys having actual feelings for me or wanting to commit to something with me in any meaningful capacity.
But if I could just make him happy, even temporarily, then I could live with whatever happened, or didn’t happen, between us.
I wanted to take my time, to map out every inch of him with my tongue and permanently carve the memory of his perfect body into my brain the way I’d already memorized the shape and taste of his cock.
I wanted to push him onto his back, climb on top of him, and bounce on his dick until he pumped me full of his cum.
But we were hiding in an alley, a handful of yards away from hundreds, if not thousands of people.
When I gripped the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down just enough to let his cock spring out, it smacked up into his abs.
It was swollen, dark red at the tip, and already leaking clear droplets.
The sight of it had saliva pooling in my mouth, making me mourn the fact that I couldn’t get down on my knees and take him to the back of my throat.
We were bad enough as it was. It was still early in the day with lots of families and kids milling around. At least once the sun went down it wouldn’t be too out of place here to stumble on a guy sucking another guy off, but at the moment we were definitely pushing it.
“I’ve been thinking about you too,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about how hot it was when you came over the other night.”
“Yeah?”
His light eyes caught mine, and I kept my gaze locked with his as I raised my hand up to my mouth and spit into it. His lips parted as a strained sound rumbled up from his chest before he buried his face into my neck again.
I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, pressing my thumb into the heart-shaped notch on the underside as I spread my spit over him.
He shuddered, his hips jerking into my touch, a relieved moan tumbling out of his sculpted lips and into my throat as I stroked him slowly from his base up to his leaking tip.
“You were so good for me, baby,” I murmured and I could tell by the way his breath started heaving out that my words were driving him crazy. “Telling me exactly what you wanted from me.”
“Y-you liked that?” He panted.
“Of course. Don’t you know how long I’ve wanted to suck your cock?”
“And you weren’t… disappointed?” He asked cautiously, the nerves in his voice nearly making me melt.
“Not at all,” I promised, lingering on his cockhead with my fingers for a moment, teasing him where he was the most sensitive, almost moaning when I felt more slick precum ooze from his slit. “It was so hot.”
“Can I…” He trailed off for a second, completely fucking blissed out. “Can I move? Can I fuck your hand?”
“You don’t have to ask me for anything,” I murmured, letting my eyelids flutter closed at the feeling of his mouth sucking on my neck.
My trapped cock was pulsing against my zipper, aching for release.
But all that mattered at the moment was that he got what he wanted from me.
“You can use me in any way that makes you feel good.”
“No, I-I, um… I want to ask,” he clarified, so quietly I almost couldn’t hear him, like he was so embarrassed and ashamed by the confession that he could hardly force it out. “I want you to tell me it’s okay.”
“You want me to tell you what you’re allowed to do?
” I asked, careful not to show my shock at the idea.
I wouldn’t ever make him feel embarrassed or regret being open with me.
But I’d never exactly felt in charge with any of the guys I’d been with before.
Being in control, having him get off on pleading for my permission was insanely hot.