“That first morning. I might as well have bent over your kitchen bench and begged for you to fuck me.” The brazen words make my stomach flip and then tighten.
Ken chuckles. “Uh…that’s not the vibe I got back then, honey. But if you want to go ahead and do that now…” He waggles his eyebrows exaggeratedly.
He’s so surprisingly playful, I’m hit with a wave of purewantfor him. It’s not something I’ve ever felt for anyone before. That spark. That’s what I’ve been waiting for.
Feeling bold, I lean forward and close the space between us, pressing my lips to his. He stiffens in what I assume is surprise at first, and then gets with the program, winding his long fingers into the hair at the back of my head as he takes control of the kiss.
I part my lips for him, inviting his tongue into my mouth, and I can’t suppress the whimper that bubbles up when he pulls me onto his lap. I straddle his thighs, panting and moaning into hismouth as our cocks —separated by layers of denim and cotton— brush against each other.
Ken’s kiss is slow and seductive. He sucks teasingly at my tongue, then tugs on my lower lip with his teeth. His cologne is spicy, but muted after an entire day’s wear, and I can taste the tiniest hint of beer inside his mouth. Combined with his fingers weaving into my hair and holding my head in place, and his other hand squeezing my thigh as his cock grows into a hard bulge against mine, it’s sensory overload.
“I’m…I’m gonna come,” I murmur during a moment I think I’m supposed to be using tobreathe. I rock my hips, seeking that very ending. It’s far too soon, but I haven’t done anything like this with anyone in…well,ever…so the novelty and excitement of it is making my body crave the release like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. “K-Ken…”
“I’ve got you, baby.” His voice is molten and his fingers flex on my hip. “Come for me. I want to watch your face as you unravel, untouched, in my lap.”
“Fuck.” I whine the word, frotting against him desperately. I squeeze my eyes shut. “I’ve never…not with another person…”
“It feels good, though, doesn’t it?” Ken’s hips move beneath me, meeting my frantic thrusts with his own. “Feel how hard I am right against you?”
I close my eyes and nod. “It…it’s amazing.”
“You’reamazing, sweetheart.”
Oh, God, I think I must have a hidden praise kink because those sweet words, spoken in his low, authoritative, husky voice, have me right on the edge now. My balls are drawn up so tight, it’s like my body is attempting to absorb them completely.
“K-Ken…”
“You’re so responsive.” He sounds delighted and wicked all at once, but I can’t open my eyes to look at him. I want to. I do. But I physically can’t. “Fuck, Cody” —his hand sneaks up from myhip and his fingers make their way under my shirt, brushing the skin of my back almost reverently— “you’re perfect.”
I come so hard, I almost black out. It’s the most intense orgasm I can recall having, and I ride Ken’s lap as I chase down every last drop of pleasure, not caring that I’ve just jizzed in my pants like a teenager on his first date.
Blood rushes loudly in my ears and I almost miss the gentle coos and murmured praises spilling from Ken’s lips. Panted ‘yes’es and ‘good boy’s and ‘just like that, baby’s that inspire sharp jolts of additional pleasure to thrum through my veins and to my cock.
I don’t miss his other hand releasing the back of my head to reach between us, heedless of the mess I’ve made inside my jeans. Neither do I miss the distinctive sound of his zipper lowering, and Ineedto lean back and watch.
If this is the only time we attempt this friends-with-benefits thing, I don’t want to have any regrets. Outside of porn, I’ve never seen another man’s cock like this. Not in a sexual situation. Not in a situation where it’s okay to look as he strokes himself from base to tip.
My throat works convulsively as I watch precum bead on the purpled head. He’s uncut, like me, and I’m mesmerized by the movement of his fist. Of the way the skin on his shaft bunches and stretches and moves with his sure grip. I wish I could seemore. I wish I could touch. Taste. Smell.
Maybe I can.
Emboldened by the endorphins from my stellar orgasm, I ask, “Can I suck it?”
Chapter Eleven
“Oh, God, Jesus-fuck…” I’m torn between shutting my eyes and leaning my head back against the couch or continuing to watch my cock sliding in and out of Cody’s kiss-swollen lips.
There was no way I could have said no to his sweetly asked question. With his russet mop of hair all mussed, his cheeks flushed from orgasm, and his eyes hooded with desire, Cody was catnip, and I am clearly an insatiable, incorrigible tomcat.
Besides, I told him that I’d be happy to be his first, to boost his confidence and—oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
“Where the hell did you learn to deepthroat?” I demand. Only, it doesn’t come out as a demand. It comes out sounding wrecked.
Maybe I’ve been had. There’s no way he’s a virgin. No way he’s never sucked a cock before. Not with how good this feels.
He moans around my cock and thenswallows.
I almost shoot off the couch, my fingers clenching involuntarily in his hair.
