The second finger is another story. I try to keep relaxed and stop myself from clenching up, but two fingers feels like a lot. How am I going to get a whole dick in there, if I ever do anal?
Kieran adds some more lube. “Tell me to stop if it hurts,” he reminds me.
“It’s okay. I can do it.”
“I can suck you off,” he says. “It might make it easier for you.”
“If you want to.”
He gives me a look that says,of course I want to. Then he adjusts himself so he’s lying on his stomach, face closer to my dick. And then his mouth closes over the head.
Fuck, shit, that feels good. As always, Kieran sucks me off as if I’m delicious, and I must have relaxed because he’s able to slip the second finger in soon after. Slowly, he moves the two fingers in and out, getting deeper and deeper. Then his fingers bump something against the wall, and my hips jerk.
“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath. “I think…” I think that was it. I can’t make myself speak, though.
Kieran keeps eye contact with me, suckling on my side of my dick, sliding his fingers in and out, increasing the pace.
“Uh,” I moan. “Yeah. That feels nice.”
Every time Kieran bumps that spot, a shock of pleasure runs through me, my body going taught. I don’t think I’m going to last much longer. My balls tighten.
“Kieran,” I pant. “Kieran, I think that I’m going to —”
I close my eyes tight, my body going still as I come. Kieran catches me in his mouth. When I’m done, I open my eyes and blink at him, and he takes his pink lips off me and slips his talented fingers out.
“Was that good?” he asks.
I take a deep breath and flop my head back. “Yeah.”
Kieran grins. He grabs a couple of tissues to clean me up — I must be dripping with lube — while I lie there. He did all the work.
“Thank you,” I say.
He finishes with the tissues and climbs up on the bed so he’s beside me. “You’re welcome.” He kisses my hair.
After a minute, my energy comes back to me, and I flip myself over so I’m on top of him. I kiss him deeply before pulling back. “I’ll make you feel good too.” I reach down and palm the front of his sweatpants. “You’re hard,” I say.
Duh, he says with his eyes. “Touching you is hot. Making you come is hot.”
I slip a hand down his pants and touch the velvety skin of his cock. He groans, pressing his eyes closed. “You’ve given me enough want material to last a lifetime,” he says.
“You jerk off thinking of me?” I ask. The thought excites me. Kieran in his bed, touching himself, thinking of what we’ve done —
He opens my eyes, and there it is again, that look that says I’m asking dumb questions. “You don’t?”
“I do,” I admit after a moment. I think about him all the time, not only when I’m horny. I think about the normal stuff he does, like the way he walks and the sound of his voice and how his eyes crinkle when he smiles and —
Yeah, I’m not thinking about this now. Instead, I pour some lube into my palm and jerk him off.
“That’s good,” Kieran murmurs, when I’m able to slide my hand up and down his length more easily. “You’re so good at this, Jasper.”
His praise makes my stomach flip over. I wiggle myself down and pull down his sweatpants. I don’t want to give him a run-of-the-mill handjob — although hand jobs are pretty underrated. I’ll give him a blow job. I’ve improved a lot since we started, since I’ve had so much practice. Kieran loves blowjobs. He always says the nicest things while I do them, too. He touches my hair and tells me I’m doing such a good job, in that low breathy voice.
I’ve got his sweatpants to his knees when we hear the thudding coming from outside the bedroom. I freeze.
Kieran furrows his brow. “I thought your sister was out.”
“She is,” I murmur, taking my hand off Kieran. Maybe she came back? But that sound… it’s too heavy for Juliet, and it’s fast. Like someone’s running up the stairs.
