Part of me felt ridiculous - talking dirty during sex had never been a particular strength of mine; it felt more laughable than arousing when I’d tried it with my ex - but the way Kai redoubled his efforts seemed ample evidence that he had no such qualms.
After a minute or so of that, my body doing its best to buck underneath him, he pulled off me with an audible pop.Worked my shaft with his fist, as he smirked up at me with swollen, spit-slicked lips.
“You taste good,” he purred, voice thick.
I ran a thumb across his mouth, Kai turning his head to try to catch the fingertip.“And you’ve done this before,” I observed, grinning back at him.
His expression was sultry.“Maybe a couple of times,” he conceded, with a wink.
I pulled at the back of his head.“Practice makes perfect.”
He didn’t need any more instruction, replacing his milking fist with his mouth again.Swiftly taking me all the way to the base, so that I could feel the grip of his throat.
This time, though, I didn’t let him set the pace.Used, instead, the fistful of his messy hair to hold his face in my lap; kept myself buried deep in his gullet.I could feel from the twitching in his neck when he was starting to gasp for breath.Eased up, then, allowing an inch or so to slip free, before yanking him back in.
If I’d feared Kai would be turned off by it, the reality was nothing of the sort.No resistance, no fighting each rough stroke as I used his throat.Just the hot, rhythmic wetness of him around me, as he allowed me to pleasure myself with his body.
It was that - that liberation to put my own enjoyment at the fore - more than anything else that lit the fuse to my climax.I could feel myself churning, the blood rushing in my ears like white noise.Jaw clenched almost painfully: knowing that I was about to lose control, and so eager for it too, but at the same time furious at myself for giving in so rapidly.
The two sides fought, the lust for pleasure competing with the potential future benefits of delayed gratification.Their argument muddied by the hungry look in Kai’s eyes when I stared down at him, his cheeks flushed and pupils vast.I knew exactly what he wanted.
With a grunt, I pulled him off my dick.Felt the tug on the hair in my fist as he tried, vainly, to recapture me between his lips amid a hiss of frustration.I could see where his drool had coursed down between my legs, soaking a dark path in the gray of my swimsuit where my swollen balls were still contained.
“Stop,” I gasped, my chest heaving.For a moment I thought I’d waited too long, left it too late.Thought that my jerking cock would finish what I’d tried to delay, spraying my load across his face rather than straight down into his stomach.
It didn’t, though, even if my body was furious at me for the interruption.Shivering with frustration, the urge to release my hold on him and allow him to finish what he’d started near-overwhelming.
“Why?”he demanded, breathlessly.
I shook my head, trying to get it to stop spinning.“Too soon.”
Kai chuckled through wet lips.“You’re worried this is gonna be a one-time thing?”
I shrugged, awkwardly.“I don’t know what this is...but I know I don’t want it to be over so quickly.”
He smiled at me, then reached out and ran a fingertip down my dick.It glistened with spit and precum.
“This isn’t going to be the only time I have your cock in my throat, Tate,” he told me.There was a rasp in his voice, whether from lust or for more practical reasons after what we’d just been doing.“Unless you tell me to stop.”
A sudden mental slideshow of all the ways, all the places Kai could deep-throat me.I half-swallowed my groan.
Standing, he moved in close to me, between my thighs.Close enough that the tip of my erection was pressed, wetly, against his stomach.I had to look up to meet his eyes.
“Before you get all paranoid and over-think everything,” he said, voice just above a whisper, “let me reassure you.I want this just as much as you do.I’m not having second-thoughts.”
I watched his face for a moment, then nodded.My mind hadn’t quite slipped into that spiral of self-doubt, but I knew myself well enough to know it wasn’t too far off.Somehow, clearly, Kai had managed to predict that as well.
When he leaned into me, the impulse to tip forward to meet him was instinctual.His lips felt thick and puffy against my own; swollen as though stung.Our first kiss was almost chaste, the taste of him subtle but beguiling when he pulled back with a knowing smile.
“Again,” I murmured, needy.Kai obliged.
If we’d started out cautious, that quickly fell away.Lips and tongues mashing together, the hunger surging through us like a mounting wind.Kai’s hands on my triceps, fingers digging into the flesh there as he mauled my face.
It was a sense of liberation, of permission.The freedom to put aside my usual reticence and second-guessing, and for once just exist within the moment.My hands starting their journey on his chest, but so quickly shifting down, plotting a course that encompassed the ripples of his abs and then circled to his crotch.
Kai’s excitement was unmistakable, the slick fabric stretched around his erection.Pulsing against my fingertips where they wrapped around him, each vein outlined and clear to my touch.
It took a little maneuvering, but I managed to ease him free.The heat scorching in my fist, as I dragged my hand along his length.Smooth, precum-slicked skin wrapped around an iron core; Kai groaned into my mouth as I pumped him.
