“Especially then.” I lean in until our foreheads touch. “We all start somewhere, Kyle. And I’m honored you’re trusting me to be part of your journey.”
He tilts his chin up, closing the distance between us until our lips meet in a gentle kiss. His mouth moves against mine, soft and unhurried, and I melt into him, my free hand coming up to tangle in his hair. He tastes faintly of tea. A small moan escapes as my tongue teases the seam of his lips. He grants me access and shivers as I lick into his mouth. The kiss turns heated, desire simmering low in my belly.
“Kyle.” I groan, breaking the kiss to trail my lips along his jaw. “God, the things you do to me. The things I want to do to you.”
“Axel.” He growls deep in his throat.
I capture his mouth in another searing kiss, and slip my hand under his shirt. I find a particularly sensitive spot and he chuckles against my lips.
“So responsive. I can’t wait to learn every inch of you.”
“I hope so,” he mumbles.
I kiss him again before reluctantly pulling back. “Your tea.”
“Bugger the tea,” he says, grappling at my shoulders as he tries to pull me closer.
A chuckle escapes. “Let’s take this inside, shall we? We don’t want to give the neighbours a show.”
I stand and hold out my hand, tugging him from his seat. Once on his feet, Kyle backs me up against the railing, his body aligning with mine in all the right places. I can feel his arousal pressing against my hip, hard and insistent. There’s no doubt he wants this as much as I do. His hips grind against mine, seeking friction, and I moan at the exquisite pressure. I’m straining against my black jeans, aching for his touch. As if reading my mind, his hand drifts lower, palming me through the denim. As much as I want his hands on me, I pull away.
“Inside. Now.”
We’re in the cabin within seconds, and out of our clothes in record time.
Kyle doesn’t waste a moment and pounces. My head falls back as he lavishes attention on my throat, licking and sucking until I’m sure there’ll be marks. The thought sends a thrill through me—I love the idea of being claimed by this man.
“You taste salty,” he says when he comes up for air.
“Sweaty after the show. I need a shower.”
“I like it. It tastes like you.” He runs a finger along my collarbone. “I like these too. What do they mean?”
“Freedom. I got them when I finally felt secure and could stand on my own two feet.”
Kyle puts an open mouth kiss on one, then the other, and I melt under his touch until we find ourselves on the bed in a tangle of sheets and limbs. My cock is throbbing, desire coiling in my belly. I flip us over, and bring my lips to his mouth, as I press my cock against his. My hips undulate, seeking friction, each press sending sparks.
Kyle’s breathing fast, his chest heaving. I move to the side and rest on one elbow to look down at him.Fuck, he’s gorgeous.Strong and muscular, with crisp hair trailing from his chest, narrowing to a thin line running down to where his hard cock rests on his belly. I drag a finger over his length from tip to base. He parts his legs and I take the invitation, cupping his balls and rolling them in my palm. His cock jumps and I lift my eyes to meet his gaze. His pupils are blown, his lids heavy.
“Tell me what you want, Kyle.”
“I want you.” He swallows hard, his voice raspy with need. “All of you.”
“You want my cock? You want me inside you? You want to be inside me? I’m happy—fucking amazingly happy—with anything you want. I just need to hear you say it.”
“I want you. Inside me.”
I pull back slightly, meeting his dark gaze. “Are you sure? We don’t have to rush this.”
“I’m sure,” he whispers, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”
“Then let me take care of you, babe. Let me show you how much you mean to me.”
We’ll take it slow and if he changes his mind, then I’m easy. I’m just happy to have Kyle in my arms any way I can have him.
He pulls me down for another kiss, one that makes my toes curl. His mouth is hot, his tongue darting out to taste mine. His stubble abrades my lips with a perfect rasp. I wrap my hand around his cock, stroking until he’s pushing up into my fist.
I lift my face and whisper. “Do you have… supplies?”
