Blood rushes through my body, and electricity tingles down my spine. I slip my fingers out of him and lie on my back. He straddles me, opens the box of condoms, takes one out, and tosses the box aside. As it lands on the floor, a few condoms tumble out, but he doesn’t seem to notice, and I don’t care. We can pick them up later. He rips the wrapper open and rolls the condom onto my cock.
His eyes flash as he grabs the lube. He applies a generous amount, smearing it over the condom liberally. The bottle ends up on the floor too. He presses his hands into the pillow on either side of my head and leans down to kiss me.
“Hold your cock still for me.”
I do as asked, gripping the root of my cock. He curls his hands around my shoulders, breathes in, and lines his arsehole up with the head of my cock. He releases his breath as he pushes down, taking me inside him. Fuck, it feels amazing. I thought his arse felt good around my fingers, but the way his tight muscles massage my length is otherworldly. He takes my cock slowly, inch by inch, until his arse rests against my balls. I’m panting, and I’m not doing any of the work. His cheeks are flushed, but damn, he’s smiling that gorgeous, captivating smile that lights up the whole fucking room.
“Are you good?” he asks.
“Yes. You?”
“Yeah.” He leans down and kisses me as he rocks his hips.
“Oh, fuck.”
“Good?”
“Amazing. I-I don’t think I’m going to last.”
“That’s okay.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is it?”
He grins. “It really is. Stroke my cock.”
He leans back, putting his hands on my thighs behind him. He arches his back and rides me harder. Deeper. Sweat breaks out on his skin, sparkling in the sunlight that streams through the window. I stroke his cock and marvel at how fucking stunning he is. His hot arse embraces my cock, and damn, it’s all I can do not to spill my load within seconds. The pressure in my balls and groin is intense, increasing tenfold every time he rises up and pushes down. He gasps, pants, and groans.
“You feel so good, Jett. Oh, God.” He whimpers. His eyebrows knot together. “So close.” He flops forwards and seeks my lips with his.
I keep stroking his cock but put my other hand on his hip so I feel the movement of his muscles as he kneels up and sinks down. Up and down. I cry out as my orgasm explodes out of me. My cock throbs inside his arse as I spill my load into the condom. He presses his head against my shoulder and gasps. His arse squeezes my length so tightly it makes me cross-eyed. Hot cum spurts over my hand and splatters onto my stomach and heaving chest. Then his whole body relaxes, and he collapses against my chest, panting, sweaty, and shivering. I wrap my arms around him, kissing his shoulder, and hold on to him with all the strength I have left.
“That was wonderful,” I whisper between kisses.
“So good.” He lifts his head. His eyelids are heavy, his skin is damp with sweat, and his fringe is plastered to his forehead and trailing into his eyes. But he’s still smiling.
I will never, ever get over how beautiful his smile is.
“Thank you.” He kisses me.
“I should be thanking you. That was a perfect first time.”
“Perfect, huh? You’re welcome.” He gets off me and snuggles up beside me. “We should probably get cleaned up.”
I wrap my arm around his shoulders, brush his hair away from his forehead, and kiss his hot skin. “Not yet. I want to hold you for a while.”
He hums. “That sounds nice.”
As my eyelids become heavy, I turn my head and look out the window. “What time do you think it is?”
“Getting close to lunchtime.”
“How long do you think we have until Rufus comes and gets us?”
Kian strokes his fingertips over my chest. “Not long enough.”
Chapter10
Kian
