by Rhys Everly
LOVEworks signs were popular across Virginia, planted anywhere and everywhere to promote tourism and local communities.
The L was made of fake straws while the O was made of glass and mirrors creating a kaleidoscope of colors. The V was made of concrete and had butterflies painted all over it and that E was made of a hollow metal with strings of fairy lights inside.
If Summer were here, she’d scream for joy and drag me closer to take loads of pictures and paint her own butterfly on the V.
To be honest, I’d be surprised if her grandma or her aunt hadn’t taken her to see it already. Just add that to the list of things I hadn’t done with my daughter.
Kyle was standing in front of the L, his ginger hair impossible to miss, even in front of the fake yellow straw of the letter behind him.
“What the hell are you planning young man?” I said, keeping my distance.
I couldn’t afford anyone to see me being more…intimate with him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Kyle said and took a step toward me, but I begged him with my eyes not to do anything stupid. “What do you think we’re doing here?”
Was he trying to…
“Are you trying to tell me something?” I asked, while my head was desperately trying to process this.
Kyle crossed his hands in his chest and cocked his head, waiting.
I waited back.
“Would it be so bad if I was trying to say it?” he asked.
“No!” I snapped. “No. But…that’s a big statement to make when you hardly know me,” I said and looked around me to make sure no one was paying attention to our conversation.
“I hardly know you? I’d say I’m very familiar with every. Inch. Of you.”
My eyes almost popped out of my head.
Was he trying to tell me he loved me? Was that why he asked me to meet him here?
Would it be so terrible if he was.
No. But Nathan…
I didn’t know how to react. I really, really, liked Kyle. And every new day I spent with him, I liked him even more. Liked him and how he made me feel. And how he showed me how I made him feel.
“Oh relax, will you. I know you’re not ready for this. That’s not why I brought you here. I just wanted to surprise you and this looks like the best place to meet.”
A sigh of relief escaped my lips before I could stop it, and I noticed the disappointment in Kyle’s eyes even though he tried to hide it.
“Why did you bring me here?” I asked, putting a smile on my face, hoping to make his more…real.
“I-we’re making great progress with the bar. Changing things that are way overdue…”
My tactic worked. Any hints of sadness completely disappeared replaced by my cocky, handsome piece of sunshine.
“And?”
“And…so is your wardrobe.”
“So is my wardrobe…what?”
“Overdue, babe. We need to update it to this decade,” he said.
“I’m sorry, what? Are you saying I’m not good enough for you?” I asked.
“No,” Kyle lifted his index finger between us and pointed at me as he tried to make his point. “I’m saying your clothes are not good enough for me. For anyone. For the entire world. No one wears slacks anymore. At least, not your kind of slacks. Are they chinos? Are they tuxedo trousers? Are they pajamas? No one knows.”
Kyle shouted the last sentence, and I chuckled as a few heads turned. He was speaking louder by the second, and I wanted to slap his mouth shut. Which, even if I did do, he’d like it, so it wouldn’t actually shut him up.
I loved him when he was like this. So unadulterated and full of joy. He made everything inside me cozy. As if only in his presence I was allowed to feel that way. To feel normal. Beautiful. Happy.
“Honestly, you need to join us in this decade. Will you? I mean, I can’t have you walking around that bar wearing those god-awful baggy black trousers that you wear every day. Do you even wash them? Or are you wearing the same pair. Every. Day?”
“I’ve got more than one pair,” I replied and crossed my hands on my chest.
“Oh good,” Kyle fake smiled. “More shit to burn.”
I knew shutting him up physically wouldn’t work, if anything, it would arouse him more and make him louder, but I knew one thing that could shut him up.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and clicked on the sex toy app, activating his butt plug and hoping he had it…on.
The way he jumped—almost in my arms for balance—gave me the answer I needed.
“You. Are. Such an asshole,” he hissed, trying to come to grips with the pumping vibrations inside him. “Aren’t you gonna let me top you one of these days? You’ll regret it then,” he whispered.
I smirked.
“Well…I’ve been stretching myself for you,” I said leaning into his ear.
“You have?” he said, looking straight at me.
“Did you think I only bought a toy for you?”
I took a step back. I’d already been too close to him in public. Said too many things. We couldn’t afford any more slip-ups.
“Well, Mr. K. Color me surprised,” Kyle drawled and walked away from the LOVE sign. “Right. Let’s go. Now!” he said, walking away from me.
“Where are we going?” I followed behind him.
“Did you think we were shopping in Cedarwood Beach? The whole point is to get rid of the slacks, not get you new ones,” he said, and I hoped none of the local store owners heard him.
I couldn’t help but laugh, though.
Nathan’s car was parked further down the road, and once we got in, Kyle drove us away from town.
“New Harlow is the other way, baby,” I said.
“Do you really expect me to take you shopping when you’ve given me a boner and the promise of a lifetime?” he asked. “Tell me…what kind of toy are you using to stretch yourself?”
The side of his mouth quirked in a grin as he waited for an answer.
“Hm,” I said. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
Kyle exhaled loudly in the driver’s seat and bit his lip.
“I hate you,” he said.
“No, you don’t,” I said.
He drove through the familiar roads of the forest until he took us off track and came to a stop at the same location we’d been to a few times when the floor at the office was too much.
“Naked. Now,” Kyle barked as he applied the parking brake and turned the engine off.
“Bossy much?” I smirked.
He didn’t reply. Instead, he raised an eyebrow before jumping in the backseat.
We’d already established that I was too big to try and squeeze through between the seats, so I got out of the car and joined Kyle in the back.
“Did you not hear me a moment ago?” he said when I sat there teasing him.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Naked. Now. I’m not gonna ask a third time,” he whizzed.
I unbuttoned my shirt and disposed of the slacks that he obviously hated, leaving just my briefs on.
Kyle jumped in my lap and started tonguing me like a thirsty man deprived of water all his life.
I savored his mouth, letting each stroke of his tongue course through me like a shot of electricity.
“I am so hot for you right now. Just imagining a toy in your hole,” Kyle whispered and bit my earlobe.
“I want you to take me. I want your cock inside me, baby,” I groaned into his neck and licked his salty skin, the flavor making me hard as rock.
“You-you don’t have to do this. I know it’s scary. You can just fuck me,” he said and grabbed my face with both hands and looked at me to make sure I knew he was being serious.
Those beautiful green eyes burned through me. I couldn’t say no to them. Now that I found him, I couldn’t say no to him. It was dangerous. And so new.
Lucy had been the love of my life. I was sure of that. But she never made me feel quite like this.
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Was it because she’d been gone for too long and my feelings for her had faded, or had I never felt real love for her?
I dismissed the idea with a shake of my head. Of course I’d loved her. She’d been my everything. My entire world. She’d given me the most beautiful children anyone could ever ask for. And her death made me the mess I was today.
But now, Kyle was my everything.
Was it possible to have more than one soulmate?
Ever since I’d gotten married, I knew she’d been my soulmate. The one I’d grow old with.
Was I allowed more than one soulmate? And if not, then what the hell was Kyle?
“No. I wanna do this. Let’s do this,” I told him.
I’d never been more certain of anything in my life. I’d been inside him—pure bliss—and I couldn’t think of anything better than having him, my little ray of sunshine, my Kyle breeze, inside me. To have him take me like no one ever had and make whatever this was between us complete.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Kyle smiled and ravished my mouth again.
When he’d sufficiently deprived me of oxygen, he crawled down between the seats and teased my cock with his mouth before slipping my briefs down.
He swallowed my dick hungrily and didn’t let go until I was begging him to stop.
“I thought you wanted to fuck me. Why are you trying to make me come?” I groaned as he released me from his mouth and I felt like I could take a breath for the first time in my life.
“Sorry, baby,” he said and wiped the corners of his mouth. “I got carried away. I see your dick, I wanna eat it. What can I say?”
He was forgiven.
I told him as much by bending down and slipping my tongue in his mouth, tasting him and my precum.
His fingers trailed between my legs and touched my very own present to myself, and he moaned in my mouth.
“Can I control this with my phone?” he asked, and I shook my head.
“It doesn’t even vibrate,” I said, pulling away from him. “To be honest, it’s crap. It doesn’t even touch my prostate. I think the assistant thought it was for a woman, so she gave me the smallest in the store.
Kyle crinkled a smile and opened my legs to give himself access to my hole.
He grabbed the base of the butt plug and pushed it in and then back out.
“Are you kidding me? You might as well put a Q-Tip in your ass. What the hell is this?” he asked, putting the toy in the air between us.
“I was too scared to go for something bigger,” I said, trying, unsuccessfully, to drown my laughter.
It was tiny. Barely had a curve, unlike Kyle’s, and it was super thin.
“What a waste of money,” he said and threw it on the floor. “Next time, take me with you.”
“Deal,” I said and gave him my hand to shake, my legs still open in front of his face.
He shook my hand and then pulled back. Without warning, his tongue ran over my rim and I shivered.
“Warn a man,” I said.
Kyle appeared from behind my balls and smirked.
“What? Before I lick his hole?”
I nodded.
“Okay, Mr. K. I’m gonna lick your hole now,” he said and pressed his face in my butt.
His tongue teased the muscle, and his spit made every lick more intense. He blew short breaths on my wet hole, and my cock jolted.
“I’m gonna insert my tongue in your hole, Mr. K.,” he said, his voice muffled by my balls in his face.
“Shut up,” I moaned.
“You asked me to warn you,” he said, still muffled.
“Okay. You only need to warn before you lick. Not before you do anything else,” I said.
“You’re gonna regret that,” he mumbled and pressed his tongue through my rim.
I reached for his head and pulled his hair, the frizzy texture giving me a good grip.
His tongue slid in and out of me, my rim clenching every time. This wasn’t so bad.
Kyle started undressing himself, and when he pulled his t-shirt off, he climbed back on me and we made out.
He was small, but in no way fragile. I rubbed my hands on his back and his arms, his ass cheeks. Every inch of him was silky smooth. Every part of his body tasted of perfection. The little drops of sunshine dotting his face and his entire body turned me on. His freckles gave me life.
I lifted my head and pushed him up to my face, trying to blow him, but Kyle had the better idea and he sat next to me, so I lowered myself on the seat and took his dick in my mouth. It was hard and needy for me as always.
What good had I done to deserve this? How had I ended up with a man like him, so beautiful, so sweet, yet strong and confident at the same time.
It wasn’t just the fact that I hadn’t had sex in so long before I met him. It wasn’t the fact that what Kyle and I were doing was secret and forbidden. It wasn’t his beauty or his personality. It was all of them mixed together into one gorgeous being. It was the fact that we read each other like a book.
I loved the awkward, sneaky, dangerous kind of sex. And if Kyle’s libido was anything to go by, so did he.
He never said no to any sexual suggestions. Nothing was off limits.
Sex toys, public sex, rough sex. And I could only hope those were just the beginning.
We fed off each other’s hunger.
I’d never had pleasure like this in my life.
Kyle pulled away and whispered in my ear.
“Now I’m gonna come,” he said and pushed me off his cock. “Would you like to be on top? It can be more painful, but you can control the speed. If you let me be on top, it can be easier to take me, but you have less control,” he said, and it all sounded like foreign language. How the hell was I supposed to know?
“I don’t know. What’s best?” I asked.
“My favorite when I bottom is when I’m on top. That way I can make it as fast or slow as I want. Do you want to try that?”
I nodded, a knot in my throat stopping me from saying anything. It was one thing saying I wanted to take dick after forty-three years of never craving dick, and another thing entirely when on the verge of doing it.
Why was I even scared? This was Kyle we were talking about. Kyle who knew everything, had the solution to everything, and who never took a pause.
If I didn’t trust him to do this with, then who?
He opened the glove compartment and took out a condom and the lube. They both had a permanent place in both our cars now.
He slipped the condom on his cock and applied generous amounts of lubricant on it.
When he was ready, he squirted lube on his fingertip and massaged my hole with it.
The liquid was cold, and it made my cock jerk in reaction. When he slipped the first finger in me, I almost came there and then.
“Fuck. If taking a finger is that good, why the fuck haven’t we done it before?” I cursed, and Kyle smiled, peppering me with kisses on my neck.
His finger was nothing like my finger. This was pure joy.
My stomach fell and rose rapidly as he went deeper and touched me in a place I’d never been touched before. It made me needy and weak.
The faster he pounded me with his finger, the more I gasped.
Was that my prostate? Did it really feel that good? Why had no one informed me in my thirty-odd years of jerking off?
If it was so fucking hot, I was pissed I’d missed on decades of fingering myself to orgasm.
Kyle added a second finger in me and returned his mouth to mine as I gasped for air.
He fed me his oxygen, and I was so close to coming, I felt out of air.
At least I’d go with a smile on my face.
“If you keep going, I’m gonna come and we’ll have to wait. You better put that dick of yours inside me before I make you,” I growled, and Kyle pulled out of me with a smirk.
“Is Mr. K. hungry for some dick?”
I nodded, fra
ntically.
“Beg for it,” Kyle hummed, and I wanted to slap the confidence out of him.
“I want you to take me, Kyle,” I said.
“Is that the best you got, Mr. K.?” he whispered in my ear.
“Please, baby. Give it to me. Fuck me. Take my virginity. Break me,” I said, and Kyle licked his lips, a hungry moan buzzing through him.
He pulled me on top of him and held his dick straight by the base as I lowered myself on it. His head rubbed against my rim.
“Oh dear Lord,” I cried.
“You like that baby? Wait ’til you take me all in,” Kyle said.
I was a big boy, and I could take it dammit. I would take it even if it broke me.
I pressed lower on him, my knees weak to hold me in a crouch any longer, and the head of his cock ripped through my muscle, giving me jolts of pain.
I panted, and Kyle caressed my face trying to soothe me.
“Fuck it hurts. Why does it hurt when your fingers were so good?” I winced.
“My fingers are not the same size as my cock, babe.” He smiled.
“This isn’t…fu-ah-unny.” I slammed my palm against the roof of the car and pressed my forehead on the back of my hand.
Kyle pulled his cock out and I opened my eyes.
“What are you doing? I was just starting to get used to it,” I said.
Kyle applied more lube on me and his cock and pressed himself against me again.
“Sometimes it helps if you take it slow like this,” he said, and I groaned.
The pain tore through me again, but it was more bearable. By the fourth time he pulled out and back in, it started to feel more like pleasure and less like torture.
“I don’t know if I can go shopping after this,” I panted in his mouth.
“Fuck shopping,” he said, and I sat lower on him, allowing more of his sheath inside me and my knees to rest on the seat again.
I wasn’t twenty anymore. That was for sure.
“That’s not so bad,” I said, gasping with every thrust.
“Like I said, you control the speed baby.” He smiled, and I put my hands around his face, holding on for dear life.
The longer his dick spent inside me, the more I enjoyed him fucking me.
And the more I enjoyed the pain of him fucking me, the faster I rode him.