Kendrick brushes his knuckles down my cheek. “Don’t you want to come?”
I can take it or leave it, really. If I keep stroking myself, then I’ll inevitably come. And I know it will feel good. I’m also feeling good right here.
I nuzzle his cock, suck the tip back in my mouth, my fingers inside him. He shudders above me, a choked moan urging me on.
“Touch yourself,” he begs. “Please, I need—”
I do it, for him. Whatever he needs is what I need. Somehow knowing that he wants it makes it feel even better when I wrap my hand around my cock. Like it’s his hand. Like my need is his. It’s not about me. It’s about him.
“Will you come for me, Spence?”
If that’s what he wants.
Except that I can’t. No matter how much I stroke, how much I suck, or how much I spread him, getting deeper. It feels good, better than any other sexual experience that I’ve had. And yet, even with him this close, it feels like something is missing. I pull off in frustration. “Ken… I need—” I don’t know what I need. Am I broken? The last time I tried to have sex, I couldn’t finish either. Maybe I’m just not supposed to. It never bothered me before. But he wants it, and I want to give it to him, and I can’t, and I hate it. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey,” he chides gently. “No. No apologies. Tell me what you need.”
“I don’t know,” I burst out. I pull out of him too fast, and he hisses, making me feel worse. Getting to my feet is awkward, and I slip, falling against him. “I’m sorry.” I go to turn and get the fuck out of there when he grasps me, keeping me attached to his chest.
“Shh,” he soothes. “Tell me what you need, Spencer. Please.”
I squeeze my eyes shut. “I’m trying—I want to, for you—”
“Is it because I’m a guy?”
What? “Ken, I just had your dick in my mouth and my fingers in your ass, and I loved it. No, it’s not the fact you’re a guy.”
“Don’t get like that.” His voice is soft, even. He’s not matching my irritation with any of his own. It helps settle the unease boiling inside me. “I’m going down the list, and that one’s the most obvious. Do you want some help, baby?”
Do I—Oh. Maybe? “What if you try, and I still—”
“I already told you before that it’s not a failure if this doesn’t work.”
It did work, though. I loved every second of it, and I want to do it again. I want to try more. But on him, not on me. All I want to do is make him feel good. That’s what makesmefeel good.
His knuckles trail down my arm and then around to my back. I shiver, leaning into the touch, and burrow further into his chest. He shifts us only enough to get his hand between us, and then he’s holding my dick, andoh my god. His hand is bigger than mine, rougher, so much fucking better.
He tilts my chin up with his own and goes to kiss me. Wait, he can’t do that. I pull out of his reach in a knee-jerk reaction.
He frowns, his strokes stopping. “What’s wrong?”
“You came in my mouth.” He needs to at least wait until I’ve brushed my teeth.
He chuckles and then pulls me in, our mouths meeting before I can react. He demands entrance with his tongue, and I open helplessly. His softening cock rests against my thigh, and the feel of it is electric.
His hand moves again, stroking me with a firm grip. “How’s that? Does it feel good?”
“Yes.” I chase his mouth, but he doesn’t give it to me.
“The truth, Spence. Don’t you dare just say ‘yes’ because you think it’s what I want to hear.”
He flicks his thumb over my head, and I moan as a spark races up my dick and into my stomach. It’s been so long since I’ve felt anything even close to this, and it’s almost too much. I don’t know that I want to feel like this all the time. Too ripped open and raw. But I want it now. I wanthimnow.
“I think—yes. Don’t stop, please.”Make me come. Make me yours.
He kisses me again. It fuels the flames spreading out and taking over me. I clutch at him as he brings me to orgasm. It isn’t explosive like his, there are no fireworks or stars behind my eyes. It’s comfortable and warm and so much brighter simply because it’s for him. The look on his face as I come is worth everything.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, lips pressed to my cheek. “So fucking beautiful, Spence.”
