Chapter Nine #3
Kerry stopped and deposited Keegan’s sweet ass on the foot of his bed. He took Keegan’s face in both hands. “Do you remember what I said about consent?”
Keegan nodded vigorously. “Yes. I want this, Kerry. I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone or anything in my entire life.”
Kerry inhaled slowly and searched Keegan’s face. “I’m so far out of my depth, but I’m done fighting this.” He dropped his hands and stepped back. “I’m going to brush my teeth, and I’ll be right back.”
Keegan reached for his hoodie, but Kerry stilled him with a growl.
“I want to do that.”
Keegan dropped his hands in his lap and looked around the room.
Kerry had turned on a bedside lamp before coming downstairs, but the low-wattage bulb only illuminated a small circle near the top of the bed.
He should be grateful since the darkened space would make him feel less insecure, but it also meant he wouldn’t get to see as much of Kerry.
Would it be presumptuous to turn on the overhead lights?
A fireplace was centered on the wall opposite Kerry’s bed, with a television mounted above it.
Spring had arrived in Colorado, but the mornings were still chilly and damp.
Keegan imagined the play of shadows and light on Kerry’s body when he—
The fireplace made a soft whoosh before flames licked along the fake logs.
Keegan looked over and caught Kerry watching him.
He stood next to his nightstand and held a small remote.
“Handy little thing,” he said. “My interior designer droned on about how romantic it would be to have a fireplace in the bedroom. I told her it would be a waste of money, but she persisted. The damn fireplace is my favorite feature in here, even though I’ve only used it for practical purposes until now. ”
Kerry dropped the remote in the drawer and closed it.
He stalked around the bed and stepped between Keegan’s thighs.
Reaching down, Kerry lifted the red hoodie up and over Keegan’s head.
His T-shirt followed next and landed on the floor next to the bed.
Static crackled in the air, and Keegan wasn’t sure if it came from his clothes or resulted from the passion surging between them.
Kerry kissed him, sliding his minty-fresh tongue inside Keegan’s mouth to tease and explore.
The frenzied energy from the prior evening was gone.
There was no “will they, won’t they” deliberation happening behind closed lids.
They kissed and touched each other with the confidence of two men who’d accepted the moment had been a long time coming.
Keegan might not have been a virgin, but this was the first time he embraced the carnal urges guiding his hand to wrap around Kerry’s hard length.
Kerry broke their kiss with a lusty moan and rested his forehead against Keegan’s.
“You’re still wearing too much.” He stepped back long enough to remove Keegan’s boots and socks, then took stock of Keegan’s bright pink toenails.
Kerry lifted his right leg, and Keegan fell onto his back.
Kerry stroked his thumb along the arch of his foot, then nipped the big toe before sucking it between his lips.
Keegan gasped at the sensual intimacy and fell deeper under Kerry’s seductive spell.
He slowly withdrew the toe from his mouth and grinned wolfishly as he lowered Keegan’s leg.
“I told you they were made for sucking.”
Keegan smiled at the memory. He’d been so insecure about wearing toe polish until Kerry showed up at Lucinda’s salon and pronounced his toes were made for sucking. He’d proudly showed them off with flip-flops after that.
“But now I want to suck other parts of your beautiful body.” Kerry dropped to his knees between Keegan’s parted thighs.
Warm lips pressed a series of kisses on Keegan’s belly, and a wet tongue dipped into his navel.
Kerry angled his face to brush his beard over the sensitive skin, and Keegan squirmed.
Big hands landed on Keegan’s thighs to hold him in place, but in a way that drove Keegan mad with desire.
Kerry nuzzled his nose along Keegan’s stomach, then over the front of his jeans.
The pressure against his thighs eased because Kerry shifted his hands up to Keegan’s waistband, where he made the simple act of slipping buttons through holes the sexiest thing Keegan had ever seen.
Kerry spread the placket open to reveal Keegan’s pale pink briefs with a telltale wet spot.
Then he held Keegan’s gaze as he leaned down and inhaled deeply.
“You smell better than I ever imagined.” Kerry’s husky voice turned Keegan’s insides to jelly.
“I don’t just want to imprint your body with mine.
I want to devour you until there’s no you or me, just us.
” Kerry personified the Big Bad Wolf in that moment, but Keegan would not play the meek Little Red Riding Hood.
He reached into his underwear and pulled his dick free. The swollen head was slick with precum when he pressed it to Kerry’s lips. “Get to eating, wolf.”
Their gentle exploration ended in a hungry growl as Kerry sucked his dick down to the root.
Keegan arched his hips up off the bed, and Kerry tugged his underwear and jeans down to mid-thigh to bare more of him.
Kerry angled his head so he could watch Keegan’s expression as he worked his cock up and down.
Keegan’s entire body shook as pleasure threatened to blow his circuits.
Instead of slowing Kerry down, Keegan fisted his luxurious, wavy strands and thrust his hips, driving his dick into the eager mouth.
The wet, sloppy noises Kerry made were filthy, but instead of being repulsed by his reaction, Keegan embraced the carnal desire it stirred within.
The only thing Keegan resented was the denim prison surrounding his legs.
He wanted to spread them wide and offer all of himself to Kerry, but he didn’t want to lose Kerry’s wicked mouth.
Keegan started to squirm and push his jeans down a little farther.
Kerry got the hint and shifted enough to strip Keegan bare without slowing his suction down.
Warm hands massaged his thighs, inching closer and closer to his groin.
Kerry’s thumbs brushed over his taut balls and below to Keegan’s taint.
The blow job continued in earnest until a curious digit brushing over Keegan’s puckered entrance earned a needy whimper.
Kerry lifted his head, wet lips curving into a wicked smile. “Feel good?”
Nodding, Keegan said, “Do it again.”
Kerry placed his hands under Keegan’s thighs and pushed his legs up and open. His hungry gaze fell to Keegan’s most intimate parts. “Look at you,” Kerry said. “So fucking perfect. So pink. I want to taste you here too.” Their eyes met again, and Keegan saw the unspoken question in Kerry’s gaze.
Did he want this? To know what Kerry’s tongue felt like against his hole? The tight clinch in his core was a resounding affirmative. “Hell yes,” Keegan said.
Kerry lowered his head between Keegan’s legs again, stopping to place ticklish kisses on his inner thighs.
Beard hair rasped over delicate skin as Kerry inched closer to Keegan’s center, making him feel alive in a way Keegan had never experienced.
He nearly came out of his body when Kerry pressed a kiss just to the right of Keegan’s quivering pucker.
Anticipation strung him tighter than a bow when Kerry lifted his head.
Waiting for his lips to land where Keegan wanted them most made the moment drag out insufferably long.
Kerry blew over the sensitive flesh, and Keegan released the neediest whimper.
And then his mouth was there, licking, teasing, and sucking Keegan’s entrance.
Kerry held his hips in a bruising grip as if he feared Keegan would take his treat away.
A wicked, wet tongue circled his rim and wiggled into his puckered entrance.
Kerry wedged his broad shoulders under Keegan’s thighs and lifted him into the air.
He clutched Kerry’s hair in surprise, then cried out in ecstasy when Kerry wriggled his tongue and breached Keegan’s hole with a savage growl.
But that was just the beginning of Kerry’s erotic onslaught, and Keegan’s mouth fell open in a silent scream as Kerry tongue-fucked his hole with wild abandon.
His nose bumped relentlessly against Keegan’s taint, and Kerry’s bristled jaw rasped against Keegan’s spread ass cheeks.
The onslaught of sensations brought him to the precipice of climax much too soon.
He wanted to feel the euphoria of an orgasm with Kerry, but not yet.
That’s when his guilt and recrimination could make an appearance, and he was desperate to hold on to this joy for as long as possible.
“I’m going to come if you don’t stop,” Keegan warned. He didn’t sound nearly as panicked as he felt, but Kerry must’ve seen the truth in his gaze.
He withdrew his tongue and lifted his head. “Then I’ll just make you come again.” The simple response made Keegan smile. Kerry held his gaze, waiting for his decision.
“Well, if it’s that easy…” Keegan tugged Kerry’s head back down to where he wanted it.