He looks up, lips swollen and eyes dark. “Huh?”
“Lube? Condoms?”
Kyle raises on his elbows. “Shit!”
“Hold on,” I say, standing to retrieve my pants.
“What you are you doing? You got stuff in your pocket?”
“Nope.”
“Noooo.” He drops back onto the pillow, his forearm over his eyes.
I can’t help it, I laugh. His disappointment is so real.
“Give me a minute.” I tap out my message then throw the phone onto the bedside table and climb back onto the bed.
“Ax—”
I take his cock into my mouth and his words disappear. I work him over, sucking and licking, until he’s wet and throbbing.
There’s a knock at the door.
I let go of him with a pop.
“Noooo.”
I head to the door and crack it open. A hand appears through the gap and I grab the bag, closing the door and hot-tailing it back to the bed where Kyle is looking at me with confusion. I hold up the bag. “Supplies.”
“Where did that come from?” he asks.
“Brian. I sent him a text.”
“You what?” His voice raises an octave.
I shrug. “What’s the point of being a rock star if I can’t throw my weight around every once in a while?”
“Bloody hell, Axel.” But even as he says the words, he’s chuckling.
The laughter doesn’t last long as I open the lube and squirt some on my fingers. Now, I take him into my mouth and at the same time my slippery fingers glide over the smooth skin behind his balls. I rub gently at his rim, working the muscles until they ease slightly at my touch. Kyle groans as I breach him with the tip of my finger. He stiffens, and I still my hand, sucking on his cock until he relaxes again. Then I slowly work him open, stretching and preparing his body for what’s to come. His cock slips from my mouth as I lift my head so I can watch his face. He’s trembling, but there’s pleasure on his face. I read him for signs of discomfort, as I add another finger and move gently in and out of his hole.
“Please,” he whimpers, although I’m not even sure he knows what he’s asking for. His body is straining as he grapples with the sheets.
“Just let go,” I say. “I’ve got you.”
And with that promise, I take him apart piece by piece—with my mouth, with my fingers, and finally with my cock. I suit up and position myself at his entrance, and as I push, meet his eyes. “Just breathe, babe,” I whisper.
Our eyes lock. Kyle nods once as he bites his lip. I bend and kiss him, devouring his mouth as I push inside slowly then start moving gently. He moans as I pull back and thrust forward.
“Oh, God, that feels… good. You feel amazing,” Kyle says. His skin is flushed, his pupils blown and my heart hammers in my chest to know I’m making him feel that way.
He’s hot and tight and it takes every ounce of restraint not to give into the desire to pummel his arse. Each thrust brings me closer to the edge as heat builds in my groin. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this hard. Physically it’s amazing, but there’s something extra about watching Kyle’s expression as I fuck him. I start pumping faster, using my hips to drive deep inside him. We fit together perfectly.
“You feel so good around me,” I say. I thrust again, Kyle’s muscles clenching.
“Oh, God.” He grasps my biceps and trembles, his cock leaking onto his stomach.
Our skin slaps together, as the scent of sweat and sex fills the room. Kyle moans and I bite back a groan. I lean down and we kiss, sloppy and wet as our bodies keep moving.
