With his other hand, Kellan begins stroking me in sure, steady motions.
“Ah.” I drop my head forward. The combination of the two touches is explosive. I experience a full-body shudder. It grips hold, every muscle contracting, and then releases in a wave of pleasure that’s akin to a climax, but not quite.
If he weren’t wrapped up I’d take him in my mouth again. I’ll just have to settle for kissing him.
His name is like a chant. A plea. A prayer. All of those things. Time spins out and the world blurs save where he’s touching me, the only places with absolute clarity.
“I’m ready,” I choke out. Can’t wait any longer.
Kellan nods. His eyes, full of heat, ensnare me as he sets his hands while I guide myself onto him. I’ve had men’s fingers in my ass, but never their dicks. When I push down over the head, I have to stop to adjust. Kellan misinterprets my pause.
“If you’re not comfortable, we can switch positions,” he says. The way he speaks is serious, and I know that my comfort is at the forefront of his mind. Leaning down, I give him a slow, thorough kiss, and he relaxes beneath me.
“I’m good,” I say, and retake my position above him, pressing down further. He fills my passage. It’s tight, and there’s an uncomfortable burning sensation. I’m well acquainted with my prostate, and I know once I start stimulating it the pain will go away, but I guess it takes a while to get there. My facial muscles contort at the uncomfortable sensation, and Kellan stills me from going any further.
“Let’s take a pause right here,” he says. One hand snakes out to curl behind my neck, and he pulls me down. A brief kiss, before he starts lavishing attention on my weeping dick, giving slow pulls and scraping his thumb over the head on the upslide. I groan and brace my hands on his shoulders. My gaze is drawn to the indentations of his abdominal muscles, the cut of his hip bones. It then goes to the place where we’re joined. Our pubic hair mixes. Both dark brown. Mine, however, is curlier. After a time, the burning sensation melts away. I’m too focused on the acute pleasure building in my balls.
Kellan begins nudging his hips upward. It’s so subtle I don’t notice it at first. It’s not until a zing of heat pulses through me that I realize he’s seated all the way inside me, and his cock is bumping my prostate.
My eyes flutter. The darkness wraps around us so it feels like we’re cocooned. Kellan, sensing my body is finally starting to open, grabs my hips to lift me upward, almost pulling all the way out, then slides deep, our skin slapping wetly from the sweat coating it. My lungs threaten to implode. No sound comes out of my mouth. That was amazing. I’m about to ask him to do it again when he does, just at a different angle. I think I scream.
I fold over him, crushing my lips to his. It’s a dark kiss full of clashing wills and unspoken needs. He somehow knows I want it hard and fast and dirty. It’s like all my desires are seeping into him. The only sound in the room is the weak creaking of the mattress springs, the slap of our skin, my ass against the front of his thighs, and our combined gasps and grunts. His fingers bruise, slide over my skin. I use my leverage to set the angle and depth of penetration, but after a while Kellan takes over, able to read where my boundaries lie.
“Fuck me in the ass,” I say. “Fuck me until I’m raw.”
A heave of his body, and he flips us over so I’m on my hands and knees and he kneels behind me. The pace is punishing. It pushes me onto my elbows. I press my face into a pillow and give him everything he asks for because it’s impossible for me to keep it from him. I keep thinking about what this night means for me, and I’m terrified he doesn’t feel the same.
“Fuck, Max. You feel too damn good.” He lifts one of his legs, plants his foot for leverage. His forehead rests against my back.
I’m suddenly right on the edge. “I’m close.”
“Me too.”
“We’ll come together.” Reaching back, I steal one of his hands and press it to my chest, right over my heart.
He stiffens as my ass clamps around his cock and pleasure obliterates me. I’m breaking into smaller and smaller pieces, and vaguely I hear Kellan shout, but then everything goes fuzzy around the edges. It keeps coming. It doesn’t relent. Wave after wave after wave, the heat burrows deeper and deeper into me.
I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. But I’m saying his name a lot. Kellan. And I’m telling him that it’s never been this good, not with anyone, and I don’t know what to do about that. And he’s saying something similar. How he knows, and it’s the best it’s ever been for him, too. Then we collapse, Kellan panting in my ear, my face still buried in the pillow. Long minutes pass where neither of us moves.
“Kellan,” I mumble into the pillow.
I guess he thinks I want him to move, because he starts to shift, but that’s the opposite of what I want. I just wanted to say his name because... I don’t know. To say it. To remind myself he’s here with me.
Before he can pull away, I turn and curl around him. “Sorry I’m sticky,” I mumble against his temple. I brush a few strands of his dark hair aside. He’s quiet. “Everything okay?”
I hear him swallow. Sense his hesitation. “Thinking about the game, that’s all.”
“I don’t want you to worry about the game.” My arms tighten around him. The only thing I care about is keeping Kellan safe. If he’s not feeling well on Friday, I’ll ask Coach to sit him out. “I’ll take care of it.”Take care of you.
A few minutes pass of continued tension, then he finally relaxes against me. “I’m sorry, Max.” He speaks against my neck where I can’t see his expression.
It’s the last thing I expect out of his mouth. I frown in concern. “Why?”
He doesn’t answer.
Chapter 21
Noah
