I nod. I’m trembling. The fluttering in my stomach has become a storm of need and fear. What if I don’t like it? I close my eyes and take a deep breath. It won’t matter if I don’t. Kian won’t laugh at me. It’s okay if it’s not for me. He won’t think any less of me or want me any less. I trust him. I-I…adore him.
“I’m just going to play,” Kian says. “And suck your cock so you’re nice and relaxed.”
I open my eyes and lock stares with him.
“I’ll take care of you.”
I return his caring smile with one of my own, except mine is a nervous, twitching thing. “I know.”
“This will be cold,” he warns and squeezes lube down my crack.
“Fuck,” I hiss. It crumbles into a groan as he trails his finger up and down my crack, warming the lube. Waves of pleasure ripple through my body.
He takes the head of my cock into his mouth and does wondrous things with his tongue. I can’t concentrate on any one sensation. I’m drowning in them all: the damp heat of his mouth, the tickling twirl of his tongue, the gentle yet firm pressure of his finger. He looks at me, his pale green eyes full of love and lust. My heart quivers. The storm in the pit of my stomach has died down to a gentle fluttering again. He strokes his finger over my pucker. My muscles respond, both withdrawing from and towards the pressure.
When my limbs have turned to jelly and I’m almost delirious, he takes my cock deeper and, at the same time, pushes his finger inside me. I gasp. I’m not sure what I was expecting it to feel like. Pain most of all. But all I feel is pleasure, the like of which I’ve never felt before. A wave of warmth rushes into my groin. My cock twitches, and I’m about to lose my load. Fuck. No, I can’t. Not so soon.
Kian stills, the gentle rise and fall of his chest the only movement. It helps. The pressure ebbs away. He smiles around my cock and uses his tongue to twirl patterns down my length. As he takes me right to the root, he pushes his finger farther inside me, a centimetre at a time.
“Oh, fuck, Kian. I-I—” I can’t put into words how he’s making me feel.
He grins.
“That’s so—” A moan tears free from my lips. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
I pant. I writhe. I whimper. I feel. Oh, fuck, do I feel. He keeps finding a spot deep inside me, and every time he brushes his finger over it, stars explode behind my eyes. Every. Damn. Time. The pressure in my groin is unbearable. My balls are tight and aching.
“Kian. I’m going to—”
My orgasm slams into me before I can finish my warning. Not that he seems to care. He sucks until my balls are empty. He licks until my cock stops quivering and jerking in his mouth. He moves his finger inside me until he’s wrung every last drop of pleasure from me.
And then he lies beside me, resting his palm over my fluttering heart.
“That was amazing.” I gulp.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“You’re amazing.” I wrap my arms around him, pull him on top of me, and kiss him. His lips and tongue taste salty. “And you’re sexy.”
He chuckles. “So are you. Your orgasm face is—” He does a chef’s kiss.
“Kian.”
“Yeah.”
“Thank you.”
He kisses my nose. “It was my pleasure.”
“I adore everything about you.”
“I know.”
“I—”
“It’s okay.” He kisses me. “I know.”
I’m not sure what he knows because I’m not sure how I feel at all. I just know having him in my arms feels right and that I never, ever want to let him go.
