“Fine,” I lied. “Come here.”
Looking concerned, he hurried to me. The second he was in reach, my hand snapped up from my side to grip onto his shirt and yank him the rest of the distance to me. He let out an adorable little squeak, colliding with my chest and staring up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes.
When I grasped at his body, molding his perfect, perky ass in my hands and lifting him up into my kiss, he obediently hooked his arms around my neck to anchor himself. He moaned against my mouth as I maneuvered my bedroom door closed with my hip, then backed him up into it.
The moment I released his lips, he started babbling out an apology about what his uncle had said, and how he’d reacted, and not to take it to heart because it didn’t mean anything, anyway. Part of me appreciated the gesture, but talking about what had happened was the last thing on my mind.
Carefully letting him slide down the wall onto his feet, I placed my fingers on his mouth to stop his sentence.
“It doesn’t matter,” I rasped out. “Suck. And take your pants off.”
His eyes widened, but he didn’t argue, immediately taking my fingers into his mouth and swirling his tongue around them as he fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans. In what had to be some kind of record time, he was kicking out of hisclothes, his dick popping out to bob between his hips as he wriggled the tight pants down his legs.
His body made my mouth water. Even his dick was pretty, pale pink and slender. I wanted to get on my knees and suck him until he was unraveling in my mouth, but my control had snapped and I suddenlyneededto be inside him. I needed to claim his tight little channel, the part of him that only I had ever touched and licked and fucked.
When he started to whimper around my fingers, I pulled them out and carefully eased up one of his thighs, bending his leg up toward his chest. When I brushed over his hole with my saliva-slicked fingers, I realized I hadn’t really needed the spit.
“You’re already wet?” My dick swelled up even more, trying to burst through my zipper at the realization.
“It’s been a week,” he whined, a pink flush washing over his features at my shocked tone.
“Before last week, you’d gone almost 19 years without it,” I responded, but my pulse had picked up, my desperation hiking. I pushed into his tight hole with my fingers, nearly gritting my teeth at the feeling of the slick muscles clamping around them.
“That was before I knew how good your cock feels in me.”
Notacock.Mycock. He was mine. No one else could ever touch his lithe body, or feel his perfect hole clenching around them. When he needed to come, all he would think about was me. All he would want was me.
Yanking my zipper down, I nudged my jeans down enough to let my stiff cock spring out. Cupping his ass again, I lifted him back up onto the wall, bringing his thighs up around my waist, before lining up my plump head with his hole. Even though I felt frantic and desperate to force my way in and pound him, I let him slowly sink down on it, groaning at the feel of his body stretching and opening for me. He moaned, arching his back andtipping his head back onto the wall as he gripped onto the front of my shirt.
His scent was filling up my throat and nose as I fucked up into him, grinding over his prostate. His gasps punctuated my thrusts, until his hands slid over my shoulders, hooking around my neck. The sex-soaked expression on his face, half-lidded eyes and swollen lips, intensified my need to come.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” I bit out the words between my teeth. He was all I’d ever wanted, everything I thought I couldn’t have. I’d been terrified of the notion of actually having him, and now I was terrified of losing him. “Did you miss this, Angel?”
His breath huffed out all at once, before he nodded and buried his face into my neck, squeezing me tightly. “So much. You’re all I need, Kieran.”
The way he echoed my thoughts sometimes, it was eerie and perfect and wonderful and terrible.
I started pumping into him harder and faster, until my door was rattling on its hinges, his heels digging into my lower back every time I withdrew for even a second. The moment I felt his tight muscles start rippling around me, I let go, groaning out my pleasure as my balls drew up, aching and pulsing as I flooded his ass.
I was still shuddering from the waves of sensation when Jordy cupped my jaw on either side, holding me still as he slanted his mouth over mine. His tongue stroked over my bottom lip before slipping in and licking all over the inside of my mouth.
His whimpers, and the way I could still feel his ass twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm around my cock, had me deepening the kiss until it became rough and messy. When he broke away, panting, he slid his hands up to my hair, stroking his fingers through it, staring deeply into my eyes. My heartsmacked up into my ribs, tension rolling through me, centering in my teeth.
“Kieran,” he started, his soft voice just a bit husky. “I need to tell you something.”
“What is it, Angel?”
At that moment he could have said anything and I think it would have melted me into a puddle. I felt like I was poised on the edge of a cliff, hovering before a jump. Like I wasn’t holding a human person in my hands, but the center of the universe.
“I, um…” He hesitated, swallowing hard before continuing. “It’s just that I’ve been, um, noticing some things and I think we should talk ab-”
“Kieran?”
The sound of Chester’s voice only a handful of feet away, on the other side of my bedroom door, had both of us freezing. Jordy’s eyes widened, his teeth sinking down into his plush lower lip as my stomach dropped into my guts.
“Are you in there, Kieran?”
“Uh, yeah,” I answered, immediately clearing my throat when I realized how raspy I sounded. “I’m just… getting dressed.”
