Page 82 of Before I Lost You

This kiss is even better than our first one. This time, it feels like a puzzle piece has clicked into place. Like the stars have aligned. It feels like coming home. I never want to stop.

Kenneth pulls away, and I’m about to beg him to come back, but then he starts kissing, licking, and biting my neck in a way that has me burning up. My cock is so hard it aches in the confines of my underwear, and Kenneth rubs his palm over it, making me whimper. He grabs my cock over my boxer briefs, squeezing tightly, and I moan so loudly it would be embarrassing if he didn’t groan at the sound in return.

“Are you gonna let me put my mouth on you, Conrad?” Kenneth whispers against my lips, biting the bottom one and pulling. I gasp.

“Yes.”

“Fucking finally,” he replies, getting on his knees and looking up at me. He pulls my briefs down my legs, and I step out of them. “Such a pretty cock, baby.”

I whimper at thebaby.

“I knew it would be… but it’s even better than I expected.”

His breath is on the head of my cock, and when his tongue licks over my slit without him touching me, I groan. I need him. I need everything—

Kenneth sucks the head of my cock into his mouth and wraps his hand around my shaft to hold me steady, then swirls his tongue over my tip over and over until my hips buck.

“More Kenneth,” I moan. “More, please, fuck.More.”

I didn’t know it was possible for someone to smirk with a mouth full of cock, but Kenneth proves me wrong yet again. I don’t have much time to think about it, though, because he suddenly takes my whole cock down his throat and gags on it. He sputters and chokes when my fingers tighten in his hair, and I thrust in further, and he digs his fingers into my thighs as he pulls back to catch his breath.

“Yes,” Kenneth gasps. “Fuck my face, baby.”

And then he’s on me again, taking me to the back of his throat over and over again, making my toes curl, and my fingers tighten in his hair. “F-fuck,” I babble incoherently. “Yes.”

He bobs his head up and down faster, moaning around my cock, and the vibration of it makes me see stars. I squeeze my eyes shut and see black, then white, then fucking colors as he works me over. I’m gasping and moaning, making sounds I didn’t know I was capable of making, and when my dick thickens even more, I open my eyes to look at him. He’s already staring at my face, and when he takes me all the way to the back of his throat again, the visual sends me over the edge.

My body tightens as I come down his throat, and he swallows three times before pulling away and wiping the back of his handover his mouth. Some of my cum is dribbling down his chin, and when he stands on shaky legs, I pull him into me and lick his face, then shove my tongue between his lips. He sucks on it, moaning, and I take the opportunity to wrap my hands behind his thighs and hoist him up.

I carry him to my bedroom, going straight to the nightstand to grab my lube, then sit on the bed with him on my lap. Kenneth pushes me down, lifting up to his knees so I can scoot back a bit, and then follows me. With one hand wrapped around the bottle of lube, I take a deep breath and squeeze his hip with my free hand.

“Do you want to come, Kenny?”

Kenneth’s eyes flare with lust, and he nods. “P-please.”

I open the bottle of lube, then coat my fingers in the cold liquid. “Lift up then, baby.”

He bites his bottom lip and does as I say, and I put my hand between our bodies until my fingers are at his hole. When I circle his rim with one finger, his eyes squeeze shut with a groan.

“Look at me, Ken,” I demand. “I want your eyes on me when I’m inside you.”

His eyes flutter open slowly, as if he’s coming out of a trance, and I push the tip of my finger into him gently. He opens for me, and before long, I have two fingers inside him. He’s warm and so fucking tight. I want inside him so badly, but not yet. I don’t want this to be over before we’ve even started. I want him to want more. I want him to go crazy over me.

Ken groans when I still, giving an experimental wiggle of his hips, and then rocks on my fingers. I stay still for him while he moves, but watch his face closely. Right when he starts picking up the pace, I curl my fingers against his prostate, and his eyes widen.

“Yes!” Kenneth half moans, half yells. “Oh my god, Conrad. Again.”

I do it again, over and over, until he’s breathing so hard I’m afraid his lungs are about to collapse. He bites his lip until the flesh blanches, his eyes wide, his cheeks red. He looks like an angel come to life. I’m not sure what to do with myself; I feel so fucking lucky.

“I’m g-gonna come,” Kenneth whimpers, and I shake my head, stilling my fingers. “What do you mean, no?”

I grip his hip with my free hand and push him toward my face. “Get up here and let me suck your cock. I want your cum down my throat.”

His eyes widen, and he crawls up toward my chest with my fingers still inside him. Once he’s straddling me, he positions his arms on either side of my head on the bed, then presses the head of his cock to my lips. I open wide, sticking my tongue out, and he rubs his length against it, gasping. Then he thrusts inside my mouth, and I wrap my lips around him tightly, hollowing my cheeks.

“Holy f-fuck!” Kenneth yells again, and I bob my head as much as I can, then curl my fingers inside him. And then I push his ass against my face with my free hand, encouraging him to move against me. “Conrad, you want me to fuck your face?”

I moan. “Mhm.”