Page 26 of Before I Lost You

“Yes,” he breathes in shakily. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Oh, fuck, Kenny,” I groan, licking him again, prodding at his hole with my tongue. He groans deep and loud, and my cock throbs between my legs. “I’m going to fuck your little hole so fucking good, baby. Touch yourself. Grab your cock while I eat you out.”

I watch in amazement as he does what I say, grabbing his cock and tugging on it slowly as I get back to licking him and sucking him. I even bite him softly, and he mewls. It’s obvious he loves it—if the sounds he’s making are any indication—and I’m drunk on his smell and taste. The feel of him giving way.

He’s soft and pliant now, hole slightly open, just enough to let me thrust my tongue all the way in. Kenneth shakes as I fuck him with it, and now he’s jacking himself off faster, rougher. Hismoans are getting louder, more desperate, and I know I only have a few seconds before he erupts.

Kenneth whimpers as I pull away from him, clearly feeling the loss of my mouth on him, and I chuckle. Grabbing the lube, I flip the cap open, and he exhales roughly. I wet my fingers, then press one to his hole. It goes in easily, already spit-slick and pliant from my tongue, and I push it all the way in. It’s as if I have a map to his prostate, and when I thrust a second finger and curl it, he practically jolts as if I’ve electrocuted him, making the most erotic sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

I fuck him with my fingers, gently at first, then rougher, and right before he’s about to come, I pull back again, adding a third finger. This act is more methodical, more about spreading him for my cock, and I stay away from his prostate, so this isn’t over before we get started. I scissor my fingers as I open him up, and he whimpers.

“Please, Conrad,” he begs. “Oh, fuck. Please fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.”

I smirk, then pull out of him and soak myself with lube. My body feels hot as I drape myself over his back, the head of my cock prodding his soft hole. I kiss his temple, then press my lips to his ear and breathe roughly against him. His skin is covered in goose bumps before long, and I bite his earlobe.

“I’m negative, Ken,” I whisper against his ear. “Are you?”

“Yes, I’m negative,” he breathes. “Fuck me raw. I need it.”

“Soft and slow?” I question. “Or hard and fast?”

He doesn’t even think about it when he replies, “Soft first, then hard.”

I grin, gripping my cock and directing it to his entrance. The head slips in easily, heat wrapping around me until my eyes roll to the back of my head. I’ve never fucked anyone without a condom before, and it feels so much better this way. I burymy head in the crook of his neck and moan, then suck his skin between my lips as I give him a few inches of my cock.

“Yes,” Kenneth breathes. “Your cock is so fat. Shove it in. Fuck.”

My nostrils flare as I thrust once into him, filling him up, balls deep. He groans loudly, slapping his hand on the bed as I begin pulling back slowly. My body trembles as I let go of his neck, and I press my nose to his hair, needing his scent to ground me. I’ve never felt anything like this. Hot and wet and tight. But it’s not just my body reacting to this. No, that would make it easier. It’s my heart too. My chest feels tight as I keep pulling back almost all the way and thrust back in slowly, a shallow push. I do it a few times, and little puffs of air escape between Kenneth’s parted lips. My movements are experimental as I get to know his body, what makes him sigh, and what makes him beg, and before long, I’m going a little deeper. A little more. And then a tiny bit more until he’s shaking his head and pleading with me.

I angle my hips and fuck into him, pegging his prostate, and the moan he lets out is so loud and raw, I’m sure it echoes through the entire penthouse. “Is this what you need, baby?” I ask against the shell of his ear, speaking softly, and he nods quickly. “Do you want me to give you more?”

“More,” Kenneth growls. “Harder.”

I oblige, leaning back on my haunches and grabbing his hips, slamming into him hard over and over again. He’s on his hands and knees now, arching his back into a gorgeous arc, and I follow the line of his spine all the way to the nape of his neck. His strong shoulders are dotted with freckles, light brown and as delicate as he is, just as I remember from my dreams.

I lean back and watch as my cock goes into his hole. The way he grips me as I fill him up has to be the best thing I’ve ever seen. “God, Ken, I wish you could see how good we look together.Your ass…” I moan when he clenches around me, and I see him tighten, his hole shiny and wet. “So pretty. Just like you.”

Kenneth is loud, his moans getting louder and closer to each other. I know he’s close by the way he trembles and grips the sheets, but he’s not touching himself yet. I wrap an arm around his chest and sit back further, pulling him up until his back is against my chest, and I’m fucking up into him at a sharper angle. His head comes to rest on my shoulder as I grab his cock with my free hand and begin jerking it in earnest. Hard and fast.

He’s shaking now, and my spine tingles with my impending release. “Right there,” Kenneth mewls, thrashing in my arms. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop! Oh, fuck. I’m gonna c-come. Don’t stop—”

Kenneth moves up and down now, meeting me thrust for thrust as he chases his orgasm, and the sounds we’re both letting out send a shiver down my spine. I’ve never moaned like this. Not with anyone else.

“Fuck, yes,” I moan. “Yes, Kenny, fuck me back.”

“Oh, god,” Kenneth says, voice breaking as his cock throbs between my fingers. I grip him tighter and peg his prostate harder. “It’s so fucking good. How is it so good?”

“You were made for me, Ken,” I growl against his ear, and seconds later, I feel his hot cum spill over my fingers, cock jerking in my grip. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let me see you.”

“Look at me, Conrad,” he moans, and turns his head to make eye contact with me. His eyes are black, pupils so wide the blue is but a thin ring around them.

“You’re so beautiful,” I tell him as I thrust in twice more and still, my body going rigid as I come inside of him. He bounces on me, fucking me through my orgasm as I shake violently, my grip slipping on his chest. The pleasure is white hot and all-consuming, and it feels like I’m being burned from the inside out. “Mmmfuck.”

“Fuck,” Kenneth says as I flood him with my cum. “You’re perfect, Conrad. Perfect for me.”

He finally stills, his face turned toward mine, and I capture his lips in a slow, reverent kiss. I show him how much I want him, how much I need him, with this kiss. He deepens it, groaning as I slip my tongue between his lips, and his hole clenches around my half-hard cock. The heat of us together is enough to drive me insane, but I push him forward gently and slip out of him, watching as my release trickles out of him. It’s a slow trickle at first, then a gush, and I smear it against his taint with my fingers.

“That’s so hot,” I breathe.