Page 50 of Before I Lost You

“I love you,” Kenneth whispers back, grabbing the back of my head tightly, pressing our foreheads together once more. “I love you. I love you.Ilove you. Iloveyou. I loveyou.”

My breath catches in my throat. “Show me,” I say breathlessly. “Make me yours. Own me.”

“You want me to own you, baby?” Kenneth says softly, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it up. I hold my arms up for him, letting him take it off. He presses himself against me, skin to skin, and wraps his arms around me tightly. Then, his hands roam down until they’re cupping my ass. “I want inside you tonight, Conrad.” I shiver when he pushes his hands into the back of my jeans, grabbing me again. “Let me show you. Let me make you feel good.”

I nod slowly, and he removes his hands from inside my jeans and takes a step back. I unbutton them and remove my shoes, then take off the rest of my clothes until I’m standing bare in front of him.

Kenneth’s cheeks are flushed as he looks at me, and I watch silently as he takes off his clothes now, too. My cock throbs at seeing how hard he is, and when he wraps his hand around himself and strokes, I shiver in anticipation. He wants to fuck me. I’veneverlet anyone do that before. I can’t help but feel excited, though. And scared. So fucking scared. Scared he’ll leave me after all.

“Stop thinking so loud,” Ken says, then opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube. “I can hear it all.”

“Then what am I thinking?” I snap, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re thinking shit that isn’t true, Conrad,” he replies softly, ignoring my attitude. “I’m not leaving you.”

I swallow hard.

“Now get on the bed,” he demands. “On your belly.”

It’s embarrassing how fast I turn around and comply, climbing onto the mattress and settling on my belly, cheek pressedagainst the bed as I look at my dresser. Kenneth’s fingertips run up my calf, then the inside of my thigh, and he pushes my legs apart gently. He settles between them, and then I feel his lips on the back of my thigh. I jolt in surprise, and he chuckles.

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” he whispers. “It’s just me. Just us.”

I exhale shakily, and he trails his soft lips up and up and up, until he’s kissing one of my ass cheeks. And then his warm tongue licks a path across my skin, and my hips buck involuntarily, rubbing my cock against the bed, making me moan. I feel him smiling against my skin, this time closer to my crease, and then he licks me again. In the next breath, soft hands are spreading me apart, and I feel him breathe against me. It makes me squirm, makes me self-conscious, but then his lips are pressing against my hole, and my brain short-circuits.

“Fuck,” I whisper. “J-just do it.”

Ken chuckles, and then his warm tongue presses against my hole, circling it and prodding it gently, and I whimper embarrassingly loudly. He keeps going, licking and kissing. Nipping gently and biting a bit harder. Sucking softly, then roughly. He keeps alternating, completely unpredictable, and it’s driving me crazy. It feels so good, though. Too good. If I’m not careful, I could come just like this.

The tightening of my balls has me moaning, and then I’m humping the bed roughly. My entire body tightens as I get closer to my release, and I begin to push back against his face, searching for more, though I’m not entirely sure what that is. Until he thrusts his entire tongue inside me, and I buck forward. He doesn’t let me go far, grabbing my hips tightly and pulling me back towards his mouth. I begin jerking my cock furiously, my hand tightening to almost the point of pain as I chase my orgasm.

Kenneth moans against my hole, sending vibrations to my balls, and I groan. “Ken,” I pant, my cock beginning to throb as I shake. “I’m gonna come—”

“No, you’re fucking not,” he growls, slapping my hand so I stop touching myself. I whine at the loss of contact, and he chuckles. “You’re going to wait until I’m inside you. That means no more touching your cock.”

“Fuck,” I pant, my thighs trembling as I hear the cap of the lube snap in the silence of the room. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly and breathe in slowly, trying to force myself to calm down. I grip the sheets so hard my knuckles blanch, and when cold, wet fingers probe at my hole, I stiffen. “S-sorry,” I whisper, then make myself relax.

“That’s it, baby,” Kenneth says softly, circling his finger over my rim, then pushing just the tip in. I gasp at the intrusion, but then Ken’s hand wraps around my cock and strokes it from behind. I groan at the feeling, and relax even more, making his finger slip in a little further. “You’re so warm and tight,” he says through gritted teeth. “I’m going to fucking die in there.”

“Don’t die,” I breathe. “Ken… please,more.”

Kenneth’s hand tightens around my cock as he withdraws his finger almost all the way, then another one joins it. He thrusts them in slowly, giving me time to adjust, and then scissors them in a way that has my entire body tightening. He’s stretching me out for his cock. I’m going to fucking bottom for this man. Fuck, what if I hate it? What if—

“Oh,baby.Yes!” I moan loudly when his fingers rub against what is surely my prostate. It feels as if I’ve been struck by lightning, and my entire body jerks in response. “Ken—”

“Right there?” he asks, and I know he’s smirking, even though he sounds breathless. “Tell me I’m making you feel good.”

“You’re making me feel…” I trail off as he does it again, and my entire body heats up like I’m going to fucking combust. “So fucking good, Ken. Oh, fuck, s-stop! I’m going to come.”

Kenneth withdraws his fingers gently, giving me a moment of reprieve, then three tap at my entrance. “I’m going to add another finger. I need to stretch you as much as possible. Ready?”

I nod, relaxing as much as I can. “Yes.”

He enters me again slowly, then widens his fingers inside of me methodically, stretching me for his cock. It fuckingburns. His fingers are no longer probing, and he goes nowhere near my prostate again. But I have to admit I no longer feel so nervous that I won’t like it. There’s no way it won’t feel amazing after what he just did to me. But also, there’s no way I won’t like it. He’s the one doing this to me, and I love every second of being with him.

“I’m ready, Kenneth,” I huff with exasperation. “You can fuck me now.”

Kenneth chuckles, though he slaps my ass roughly at my calling him by his name. “It’s Ken, Kenny, or baby to you.”