Chapter 1 #7
His mouth continued its exploration, moving down to my chest. When he took my nipple between his lips and sucked gently, I arched up off the stone with a broken cry. It had been so long since anyone had touched me like that, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.
"You are sensitive," Kieran observed with satisfaction, then moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. By the time he was done, I was trembling, my hands fisted in his curly hair.
He kissed his way down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel, making me squirm. When he reached my cock, he paused, looking up at me with a question in his eyes.
"May I?"
I nodded frantically, already beyond words.
His mouth was hot and perfect, taking my entire length in slowly, his tongue working against the underside of my shaft in a way that made my vision blur around the edges.
I'd gotten head before, obviously. But never like this.
Never with this kind of careful attention, like my pleasure was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.
"Kieran," I gasped, my hips trying to thrust up despite my best efforts to stay still. "I'm going to—"
He pulled off with a soft pop. "Not just yet," he said, his voice rough from taking me so deep. "I want to be inside you when you cum."
The words sent a bolt of heat straight through me and I nodded. “Please."
He stood up, water dripping from his body, and I got my first really good look at his cock.
It was definitely bigger than anything I was used to, thick and flushed dark red, those ridges I'd noticed before standing out prominently along the shaft.
The flared head was almost mushroom-shaped, and I could see pre-cum beading at the tip.
"Will it fit?" I asked, then immediately felt stupid for the question.
Kieran's expression softened. "We'll go slowly. And I have something that will help." He reached for something behind one of the potted plants and produced a small bottle of what was obviously lube. "The bathhouse keeps supplies in all the rooms."
He sat back down on the edge of the pool, pulling me toward him until I was straddling his lap, my knees on either side of his hips. From this angle, I could feel his cock pressing against my ass, hot and hard and impossibly thick.
"Lean forward," he murmured, his hands guiding me down until my chest was pressed against his. "Let me open you up nice and slow."
I heard the soft click of the bottle opening, and then his slick fingers were between my cheeks, circling my entrance with gentle pressure. I buried my face against his neck, breathing in that cedar and honey scent, trying to relax as he worked one finger inside me.
"That's it," he murmured, his free hand stroking my back. "Just breathe."
It had been so long since anyone had touched me there that even one finger felt like a lot. But Kieran was patient, working me open with careful movements, adding more lube when he needed it. And never rushing. When he slipped a second finger inside, I couldn't help the soft moan that escaped me.
"Good?" he asked, curling his fingers in a way that made my heart race and sent adrenaline coursing through my body.
"God, yes."
He found my prostate then, stroking across it with deliberate pressure, and I cried out, my whole body jerking in his arms. I'd forgotten how good that could feel, how it could make your entire nervous system light up like a circuit board.
By the time he was working three fingers inside me, I was a shaking, desperate mess, grinding down against his hand and making sounds I didn't recognize as coming from my own throat.
"Please," I gasped. "Kieran, please, I need—"
"I know what you need." He withdrew his fingers, leaving me feeling empty and aching. "Sit up for me."
I pushed myself up and stared down at him. His pupils were blown wide, his breathing as ragged as mine. He took his cock in his hand, slicking it thoroughly with lube, then positioned the head against my hole.
"Ready?" he asked.
I nodded. With slow, deliberate pressure, he pressed the head of his cock forward, spreading me open.
The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, but not painful.
Those ridges I'd seen created the most incredible sensation as they slipped past my rim, each one sending shocks of pleasure through my system.
By the time I'd taken him completely, I was shaking and gasping, my hands clutched desperately at his shoulders.
"Breathe," Kieran said softly, his hands steady on my hips. "Just breathe and let your body adjust."
I sat there for a long moment, feeling impossibly full, feeling him pulse inside me. The flared head of his cock was pressed right against my prostate, and every tiny movement sent waves of sensation through me.
"You feel incredible," he murmured, his voice strained. "And I’m going to fuck you nice and slow so you know how exactly how much you mean to me.”
I looked up at him, my heart still racing. How much I meant to him? What did he mean?