Page 20 of Before I Lost You

Kenneth moans around my length as if it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, and I shift my hips slightly, softly, thrusting into his mouth carefully. His head bobs up and down faster, and he holds me in his mouth, cradling my cock with the back of his throat in a way that has my eyes widening. His hand shifts, moving to my balls, then lower. He presses his fingers into my taint as he devours me. There’s no other way to describe it. He’s skillfulandenthusiastic, a lethal combination.

His fingers press deeper, making a shiver run down my spine, and my balls tighten painfully. Every part of me needs to come, but I’m holding back because I don’t want this to end. It’s then he realizes what I’m doing. I can tell because his eyes narrowon me, and when he rubs in a circular motion, I groan, his eyes lighting up. My legs shake violently with my impending release. I’m coming apart at the seams with every suck and lick. With every swallow around the head of my cock. But it’s not until his fingers brush against my hole that I tighten, a wave of warmth rushing south until it feels like I’m going to black out. And when his fingers rub against my hole? I’m fucking gone.

“Oh, f-fuck, Ken,” I gasp as he sucks me down. “Yes. Fuck yes. Don’t stop. Oh, god. Mmmm.”

I cry out with my release, pumping my hips desperately and holding myself at the back of his throat. He swallows around me, heightening the pleasure coursing through me at full speed. He doesn’t stop rubbing my hole until my cock softens and I lie back on the couch, utterly spent yet relaxed in a way I haven’t been in a long time. A way only a good orgasm can trigger.

Kenneth makes a show of licking his lips, grinning as he kneels between my legs. He’s only wearing his boxer briefs now. Light blue and tight, hugging his cock and balls in such an obscene way that my mouth goes dry. I lick my lips as I watch him take his underwear off. Nothing could ever prepare me for the way my heart beats faster at the sight of his pale cock. Long, though a bit less girthy than mine. The head is flushed a deep pink, a delicate hue that matches his cheeks. I want it in my mouth so badly, I’m salivating for it now.

“Come here.” I pat my chest. “Fuck my throat.”

His eyes widen at my request, but he complies, climbing on top of me to straddle my chest. I bring two fingers to my lips until strings of saliva are falling off them, and he lifts his hips until my fingers rub at his tight hole. I can smell him. Musky, sweet, with a hint of pineapple. He smells like summer. It makes perfect sense to me.

The tip of my finger slips into his hot hole, and he gasps, lips parting and eyes glazing over. I probe gently, slowly, until therest of my finger is inside, then withdraw and thrust a second one in. A low moan vibrates through him, and he shifts his hips until my fingers are thrusting in and out of him. He’s panting now, cheeks red, golden hair sticking to his forehead.

“Oh, god, Conrad,” he whispers, shifting his hips faster. “I need more.”

“I know exactly what you need.” I smirk, curling my fingers inside him, rubbing them against his prostate. He jolts, moaning loudly now, and grips his hair with both hands, yanking on the strands desperately as I annihilate his prostate.

“There,” he groans. “Don’t stop.”

“Is this what you needed, baby?” I smirk, and his eyes flare with heat. There’s something about the pet name that has him going feral, and suddenly, he grips my cheeks in a way that has me parting my lips.

Before I can say anything else, he’s shoving his cock down my throat, making me sputter slightly. He doesn’t stop, though, no matter the noises I make; he doesn’t give me a moment to breathe. And I don’t want him to. I want to choke on him. I want to drown in his cum. I want him to fuck my throat raw. I don’t want to be able to speak for days. I want evidence that this was real—thatwewere real. That we are and will continue to be.

I curl my fingers again as he fucks my mouth mercilessly, panting and groaning and moaning. The sounds he’s making are unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. They’re driven by a bone-deep need, a want so fierce that it’s threatening to ruin my fucking life. I moan hoarsely around his cock now, too, and his hands shift to my hair, holding it like reins. My eyes beg him to last, and his tell me he’s on the edge of the cliff. He’s barely hanging on, and when I quicken my fingers, he whimpers and comes down my throat. It feels like it lasts forever, yet also not long enough. I wanted more time—to feel him, savor him, keep him. It’s only when he goes limp that he pulls out of mymouth. I can breathe again, but it’s unwelcome. I want him back immediately.

My fingers slip from his hole, and he makes a low sound in his throat, shifting down my body and lying on top of me. His head comes to rest against the crook of my neck, and I feel him smell me. It makes me smile, but I don’t point it out. I don’t particularly want to ruin the moment. Instead, I breathe in deeply and sigh.

“Did it work then?” I whisper, and there’s a beat of silence.

“Did what work?” he asks, clearly confused.

“I told you to let me get to know you, and you told me to ask again in a few hours, remember?” I’m smiling even though he can’t see me, but then I feel his lips shift, and he’s kissing my neck.

“Yeah, it worked.”

Kenneth shifts and presses his nose to my skin again, and before long, he’s breathing steadily. His body twitches, and it alerts me to the fact that he’s sleeping. I close my eyes and let sleep take me under, promising myself I’ll leave as soon as I take a little nap.

I’m not sure how long it’s been since I closed my eyes, but the apartment is completely dark, save for the moonlight coming in through the glass windows. Kenneth’s weight is solid against me, pinning me down on the couch. I almost say fuck it and go back to sleep, but I know I shouldn’t stay over on the first date. I really want him to take me seriously. This is serious for me.

I trail my fingers through his hair and feel him stir, his breathing no longer slow and deep. He sniffs my neck loudly and groans, hugging me tightly. My stomach dips at the feeling of him against my body, and I know it’s now or never.

“Kenny, I gotta go,” I say softly.

“No, don’t,” he replies, holding me tighter. “Stay.”

“Can’t.” I shake my head, and he sighs. “Gotta get back home.”

“Okay.” He sounds sad, but gets off me, and I get up from the couch too and hunt down my clothes.

“Can I borrow a shirt?” I ask sheepishly. “I don’t think I should walk home without one.”

He chuckles, leaving me to grab one, and returns quickly. “Here you go.”

I slip the shirt on, then go get my boxers, but look up and see them in Kenneth’s hand, and he smirks.

“I’m keeping these,” he tells me confidently, and I raise an eyebrow.