The look he sends me licks heat at my body. Blood throbs in my cockhead. Imagining his mouth on me. The curl of his fingers as he pumps me slow and leisurely, letting the pleasure roll through me.
Before he realizes my intentions, I sling him over my shoulder. He weighs a little less than I would expect from how much Kellan works out, but whatever. I love the feel of his thighs beneath my hand. The slacks will have to go.
My bedroom is located at the end of a short hallway. Kellan’s hands rest on my lower back, kneading like a cat. The image brings a smile to my face. My bedroom is sparse. A bed, a small dresser, and a closet. I’m glad I thought to clean yesterday, otherwise underwear might have been strewn on the carpet. I’m clean, but sometimes life gets in the way and it’s just easier to pick up the clothes later than deal with them in the moment.
Laying Kellan back on the bed, I crawl up his body. I love men’s figures. Their firmness and surprising curves. Kellan, in particular, has a really nice ass. The rest of him is lean, so it’s more pronounced. Dark hair falls over his eyes, which I brush away, my fingertips lingering on his cheek.
“You’re beautiful.” He blurts it out, then turns red. Fuck, the shyness is really turning me on. I kiss his cheek, nip at his ear. Kellan makes a satisfied sound and coasts his hands up my back. “Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.”
“Don’t apologize.” I pull back to look at him. My skin feels deliciously tight, flushed with blood. “I think you’re beautiful too.”
“Do you have a condom?” he whispers.
Since I haven’t used them in a while, I go over to my small dresser and pull one out of the top drawer, along with some lube. Those I toss onto the bed before scurrying back and climbing atop him again. Since I’ve never bottomed, this position will help me control the depth and speed.
I slow everything down. I care about Kellan, and I want to show him that through my actions. There’s sex, and there’s making love. And tonight, I want to make love to him, whether he knows it or not.
After unbuttoning his trousers, I tug them down his slim hips, taking his underwear along with it. His legs hang off the bed because they’re so long. His thighs shift with muscle underneath. I trace his shorts tan, the paleness of his skin underneath much lighter in comparison. I thought Kellan was tanner in complexion, but I could be mistaken. Not that I care. I have a gorgeous naked man in front of me. As far as I’m concerned, he could be the color purple and I’d still want him.
His cock is long, though not quite as thick in girth as other guys I’ve been with. It tilts up a little, and the head is purple from blood suffusion. It’s leaking heavily. Leaning forward, I swipe up a few droplets of his pre-come with my tongue, and he shudders beneath me, shifting his hips against the mattress.
I slow down even further.
Once we do this, it’s over. That’s why I want to take my time. Touching my fingertips to his length, I touch lightly all over, loving how he tries to thrust into my hand. Meanwhile, we exchange kisses. They’re soft with passion, unhurried. His pubic hair crinkles against my palm as I wrap my hand around him. I wanted to do this during the car wash, but Kellan beat me to it. Jacking us both off at the same time? One of the best experiences ever.
“Max.” His voice has dropped to a whisper. Every time he tries to fuck my hand, I loosen my grip so there’s less friction. His brow crinkles in frustration. I make him even more frustrated by removing my hand altogether and stroking the skin of his balls.
Thatmakes him moan. And groan. And pant. “Feels good.” The words are thick. His eyelashes flutter over his sculpted cheekbones, and I brush kisses across them because I never want to stop touching him. I want him to know that every piece means something. My hands stroking him. The kisses. My body curling protectively over his.
“Cup them.” He says it sharper, a demand. I pause, breathing, searching his eyes for what I want to find. I think I see it, somewhere hidden, but every passing moment it’s becoming clearer. The emotion. That’s what I want from him.
I do as Kellan says. Gentle, though. I hate it when men tug my balls. The important thing isn’t the touch. It’s the suggestion of a touch. That creates anticipation. And anticipation will lead you to the finish.
While I fondle him, my other hand dives into his hair to massage his scalp. I’m resting on one of my elbows, lying sideways beside him with one of my legs slung over his. Kellan makes a satisfied sound as he arches his head into my touch.
When his body starts shaking with impending release, I kiss my way down his body and love on his thick cock. Kellan shouts, his hips snapping off the bed. I suck him deep. No deep throating, since I have a bad gag reflex, but enough to thoroughly get him wet. I trace the fat cock vein on the underside with my tongue, then flutter the tip of my tongue against his cockhead. His rasping breaths spur me on.
“Max. Wait.” He grips my hair. “Too close.” Kellan tries pulling me away. I let him after one last taste. He pants as he stares up at me. “I want to come inside you.”
“I know.” A naughty grin. His chest is flushed, the nipples begging for a little loving themselves. “Just wanted to give you a taste of what’s to come.” I press my thumb against his lower lip. It’s red and swollen from our kisses.
“Your pants. Take them off,” he demands.
My eyebrows lift. I stare down at this man lying beneath me and fuck if I don’t imagine spending the rest of my days letting him boss me around. That would be fine by me. Just fine. “Bossy, are you?” Pushing away from him, I swiftly discard my pants and underwear. When I plaster myself against him, I can’t help the groan that escapes. Feeling his skin against mine is one of the best things ever.
Kellan fumbles for the condom. I pluck it from his fingers and roll it on him, loving how tension runs a current through his body. He pops the cap on the lube and dribbles some onto his fingers. Then he looks at me in question.
My legs are spread on either side of his waist. He’s waiting for my permission to touch me. I nod.
Slick fingers trail down my crease. I clench in anticipation before forcing myself to relax. The lube is cold and drips onto Kellan’s legs beneath me. My thighs start trembling like crazy the closer he gets to where I want him. I brace myself on his shoulders to steady myself.
At the first touch, I’m not too ashamed to say that I whimper. A lot.
“How’s that?” he asks as he rubs my hole.
Nerve endings are shooting off everywhere he touches, and even the spaces he doesn’t touch. I shift my ass closer to his hands, increasing the pressure. It shoots a bolt of heat to my cock, which bobs over his stomach. Kellan stares at it with greed.
“Good. Great. Nng.” I break off, gasping as the circling motion gets smaller and smaller, briefly dipping inside, pulling out. “Touch me.”
