But that pleasure had been stolen from Kyle, ripped away with thoughtless cruelty.
So why did Forrester’s kisses and gentle touch make Kyle feel like maybe he could reclaim that part of his life?
“You’re so hot,” Forrester whispered, drawing his attention away from emotional needs that might never be filled. When Forrester stroked his nipples, Kyle was fully invested once more.
When he pinched, Kyle let out a cry and Forrester grinned.
He loved to have his nipples played with.
“Like that?” Forrester whispered, his eyes lust-drunk.
Kyle nodded, pulling Forrester in for another mind-blowing kiss.
It’s been too long since I’ve had any of this.
Never breaking the kiss, Forrester toyed with his nipples, pinching and pulling, and making Kyle’s dick harder. He concentrated on the warmth of the man in his arms. The lingering taste of wine in his mouth and the faint flavor of his burger were absolutely delicious. Kyle savored the sweet wetness of Forrester’s kisses, the way Forrester sucked his tongue.
When Forrester ran his tongue across Kyle’s chin before he nuzzled their noses, Kyle shuddered, panting for more. Forrester licked the entire circumference of his mouth slowly, languidly. Kissing his cheek, then his lips. After one last squeeze of Kyle’s nipples, Forrester coiled his fingers in Kyle’s hair, bumping his processor.
“You gonna wear this?” Forrester asked, gently touching the device.
Kyle flinched, a rush of heat working up the back of his neck. In less than a heartbeat, images of bodies and hands flashed through his mind. His pulse quickened, and all those hopeful yearnings for salvation in Forrester’s arms were dashed.
“Sorry,” Forrester said at the panic on Kyle’s face. “I just don’t wanna damage it.”
“I just took it for safekeeping,” John insisted. “You didn’t mind. You wanted it—”
No, no! Don’t think of John.
You’re with Forrester.
Forcing a smile, Kyle let out a shaky breath and fixed his gaze solidly on Forrester’s face. The open honesty in his expression eased Kyle’s heart rate, helping him push away old memories. Despite his body’s reaction earlier, Kyle didn’t trust those memories not to betray him in the heat of the moment.
That might be hard to explain.
When Forrester still studied him, Kyle hastened to respond the best he could without killing the mood. “It’ll be easier to keep on until we get used to each other.”
“I like the sound of getting used to you.” Forrester ran a languid hand down his chest. “Learning you.”
Feeling a little disingenuous, Kyle forced those unwanted fears from his mind as Forrester kissed him again. Kyle concentrated on those lips and the physical indulgence of being in a man’s arms.
You’re here, with Forrester. Just stay here, with him….
With a groan, Forrester nibbled along Kyle’s jaw, up his hairline, ending his sensual journey with another slow, deep kiss. Kyle let his mouth hang open so Forrester could do what he wanted. It had been ages since he kissed anyone like this. Slow and wet, both taking their time and learning the feel of the other’s mouth.
Yes, this was why he’d invited Forrester over.
For the decadent pleasure of touch.
A cheer sounded on the TV behind them. He wanted to turn it off, focus all his attention on Forrester, but that would require stepping out of his arms to reach the remote.
“Mmm,” Forrester purred into his right ear. “Kissing and baseball. They go so well together.” He grinned and took hold of Kyle’s hips. “I love doing it while watching the game.”
“Ooh, you’re so kinky.”
“I can be kinky,” he insisted, almost defensively.
“All right, then, tell me the kinkiest thing you ever did,” Kyle challenged, pulling back to watch his mouth and wanting to hear something hot so he could get out of his own head.
Forrester’s cheeks had turned red from desire, but their color deepened at Kyle’s question.
It’s adorable how easily he blushes!
Forrester let out an embarrassed giggle before answering, “Last summer at a Comic-Con, I gave this dude dressed like Captain Kirk a blowjob in one of those individual bathrooms. I told him to recite the opening of the show and be all, like, ‘Captain’s log, Stardate 2798. I was getting a blowjob at Comic-Con.’”
Kyle threw back his head and laughed.
“Then I jerked off on his stomach and told him to eat it slow.” He giggled. “And he did! Even though there was a huge line outside, guys beating on the door and everything.”
Of all the kinky things he’d imagined might come out of Forrester’s mouth, that had certainly not been one of them. But it was by far one of the best.
And just what Kyle needed.
He kissed Forrester right on the nose. “I love what a dork you are.”
Forrester squeezed Kyle tighter. “I’m a dork? This from the guy who gets a stiffy from 20,000 Leagues?”
Kyle smiled coyly and rocked his hips into Forrester’s groin. Forrester leaned in and claimed his mouth in another long, wet kiss, his fingers tangling in his hair, sending tremors down his back. He whispered something in Italian, and Kyle arched against him, looping his hands around his neck. Being smaller than Forrester intoxicated him. As did the softness of his mouth. The scratch of stubble on his jaw. The firmness of his embrace and the musky scent of his skin.
Forrester stood, deepening the kiss. He pressed Kyle against the counter and pumped into him. He murmured something Kyle missed over the sound of breathing, touching, and the TV.
“Let’s go into my room,” Kyle suggested.
“Why? I’m happy right here. And I can still watch the game.” Forrester dry-humped his aching groin, and the edge of the counter stabbed Kyle’s back, making his cock seep precum.
“The TV’s distracting me.” Kyle pointed over his shoulder at Jasper perched on the back of a chair, staring at them with bulging eyes. “And we have an audience.”
Forrester laughed as Kyle untangled himself and marched over to Jasper’s kennel by the pantry. “Come, Jasper,” he said, snapping his fingers. “Go to your home.”
The dog tipped his head from side to side as if weighing his options to see if obedience would be to his advantage.
Kyle put his hand on a hip. “Jasper,” he warned.
Evidently deciding he had no choice, Jasper jumped off the chair and ran into the kennel. Kyle tossed a treat in after him. “Good boy.”
Then he turned back to Forrester and crooked his finger to coax him down the hallway. He paused at the foot of the stairs and turned as he began unbuttoning his shirt. “This way.”
Kyle led him up to the master bedroom, then slipped his shirt off and dropped it to the floor. Forrester dove in to kiss him again, gliding his fingers beneath Kyle’s jeans to grip his ass. Ending the hot kiss, Forrester stepped back and yanked his clothing off. Though he’d gotten a glimpse earlier, Kyle couldn’t keep his hands or eyes off him as he undressed.
“You’re so sexy, I can’t even stand it.” Kyle let out a groan and unfastened his own jeans.
Forrester helped him push them down, then reached for Kyle’s cock. “Che bel cazzo grosso.”
Kyle blinked a few times, studying his mouth. “What did you say?”
“It’s Italian. I said, ‘What a nice big cock.’” When he stroked the length, Kyle’s chuckle faded into a tremble.
Hand stroking now, Forrester cupped Kyle’s face, kissing him feverishly. Then he dipped his head and licked and nipped Kyle’s collarbone. Groaning from the sensation, Kyle reached for Forrester’s cock, hot and smooth in his hand. He gently rubbed until it dripped. Tongues darting, battling, Forrester flickered a hand over Kyle’s chest, pinching his sensitive nipples.
Wanting more of the cock in his hand, Kyle knelt, kissing and touching the length of Forrester’s toned body as he went. He pulled Forrester’s hips closer. His dick stuck
straight out, framed by black curly hairs and begging for Kyle’s mouth.
Nothing sexier than a guy who didn’t bother with manscaping.
The dick before him was a piece of perfection. Nice and thick too. His mouth watered for a taste, so he took hold of it with both hands and swiped his tongue over the glans. It was musky from the day, but Kyle savored that scent, cupping his warm sac and rolling the balls between his fingers.
Forrester groaned, wavering on his feet and maintaining his balance by intertwining his fingers in Kyle’s hair.
Kyle hesitated for a moment, hoping Forrester wouldn’t grip the right side of his head and knock his processor loose. But Forrester simply took hold of his cock with that free hand and stroked it across Kyle’s lips.
With one less thing to worry about, Kyle sucked the head into his mouth, dipping his tongue inside the piss slit. When he closed his eyes, the scent and tang of Forrester’s flesh made him whimper.
Tonguing him for lubricant, he relished the salty taste, the musk of skin. When it was wet enough, he pumped the shaft with both hands, licking the tip eagerly. He tasted so good! Kyle deep-throated him, and Forrester’s cock swelled against his tongue. He swallowed a few times, then sucked him to the tip.
“Fuck, you’re good at that.” Forrester gripped Kyle’s hair tighter. The sensation made his own dick throb. “Succhiami il cazzo.”
Chuckling, he didn’t understand what Forrester said, but the man’s body spoke loud and clear. Responding to Forrester’s gentle thrusts, Kyle pushed his hands down the shaft, his lips following until he had the full length in his mouth. He swirled his tongue and swallowed a few times, then rolled his hands and mouth back up, finishing the move by sucking the plump tip hard.
Kyle loved sucking dick. Hell, he could do it all day long. In college, he’d been known for it, and he’d never even cared when guys didn’t return the favor. He’d done it anyway. Guys on the team, a professor, his math tutor, guys at wrestling meets. He’d sucked as many as he could. But none compared to tasting Forrester’s thick cock, the heat of it on his tongue.
Forrester’s legs trembled. “You’re gonna make me shoot.”
Kyle didn’t need the dialogue. He could tell Forrester was close by the thrusting, the throbbing of the flesh. Kyle pumped him faster. Whimpering, he cranked his jaw open to take in all the length. When his nose was buried deep in Forrester’s pubes, Kyle pulled back, catching a quick breath before swallowing him back in. Over and over he went up and down on that big cock until Forrester met him on the thrust, pushing his dick all the way down Kyle’s throat.
Forrester moaned. “You feel so good.”
Then he grabbed a handful of Kyle’s hair—thankfully on the left side—holding him in place as he finally began to pump. Kyle took it all as Forrester rode him, catching his breath on the outstroke and keeping his lips tight. Forrester’s hips jerked and his grip on Kyle tightened reflexively. His cock swelled in Kyle’s mouth, and Kyle felt the pulse of cum firing up his shaft.
“Oh shit!” Burying himself so deep the hairs at his root prickled Kyle’s face and he couldn’t breathe, Forrester came in one explosive burst. Kyle clutched at his ass, and Forrester pumped a few times through his orgasm, and on the third pump, cum overflowed up onto his tongue, filling his mouth and dribbling down his chin. At the first luscious taste of his lover and the heady scent of semen, a shimmer went down Kyle’s back. He looked up Forrester’s magnificent body to his face, lost in pleasure. Then Kyle’s hips twitched convulsively and he came too, shooting ropes of cum across the floor. Kyle never stopped nursing Forrester clean as he completed his own orgasm.
“Jeez, dude, that was… fuck.” Forrester panted as though unable to finish. He caressed Kyle’s head, brushing the hair off his brow. The whole time, Forrester had been careful with his processor. Kyle’s relief was so heavy, so intense, he had to sit back on his feet, overcome with Forrester’s thoughtfulness.
Please don’t let this just be first-time jitters. Please let Forrester really be like this….
Forrester giggled. “You came too?”
Kyle realized Forrester saw the cum on Kyle’s lap and at his feet.
“Did you jerk yourself off?” Forrester wanted to know, licking his lips as though he was imagining Kyle doing it.
Kyle shook his head, kissing him and flicking his tongue over the now-rougher-feeling tip and down the side to gather up any remnants of cum he might’ve missed. It was still hard. “No, I just come really easy.”
A lopsided grin crossed Forrester’s face. “That is so hot.”
Chapter Eight
“BACIAMI.”
Kyle’s face scrunched up. “What did you say?”
“Kiss me.”
When Kyle obliged, Forrester slipped his tongue inside his mouth, never getting enough of tasting him. After cleaning up, they’d climbed into Kyle’s bed, the soft light of the lamp on the nightstand illuminating them in golden warmth. Now that they’d both come, some of the urgency had waned, and they took a moment to cuddle and explore.
Forrester hadn’t just kissed and cuddled in ages.
Kyle toyed with his chest hair, brushing it back and forth with his hands as though enthralled.
One of the things he hated about being Italian was being so furry. He’d shaved once, but it itched like hell when it grew back. Kyle, however, seemed to take great pleasure playing with the hair. Perhaps because his own smooth skin only had a tiny patch of golden fuzz on his chest and the sexy trail leading from his belly button, then below.
Blond pubes, Forrester thought hysterically. He would’ve sworn just yesterday such a phenomenon had to be urban legend.
Kyle’s gaze swept his face with worshipful longing. There was such intensity to the way Kyle looked at him, so bold and intimate. Though it was probably automatic on Kyle’s part, reading lips and making eye contact, it felt so intensely personal.
“You have the sexiest eyes I’ve ever seen.” His touch like a feather, he brushed a thumb over Forrester’s eyelids. “I swear it’s like you’re wearing eyeliner.”
Forrester’s skin warmed.
Kyle stroked his cheek, then kissed his eyelids. First one, then the other. He moved down Forrester’s neck, causing arousal to swirl in his groin. Kyle ended his trail of kisses by brushing his lips over the tattoo on Forrester’s right shoulder. Tracing it with his forefinger, he caught Forrester’s gaze. “What’s with the tattoo?”
The blue shield with a black cobra and lightning bolts had been on his arm for so long he barely noticed it anymore. “It’s my Gramps’s squadron insignia. He flew an F-86 Sabre in Korea. One of the first pilots for the new Air Force. Before that, they were called the Army Air Corps.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, he never liked to talk about it, but Nonna showed me some of his medals once. He was a real hero.”
“Nonna?”
“Italian for grandma. She’s almost ninety.”
“Is she Italian too?”
“Yup. She’s on this thing now where she refuses to speak English. It’s really annoying.”
Kyle chuckled. “Were both your grandparents from Italy?”
“Nonna is second-generation, and Gramps was the son of Irish immigrants. Believe me, her family was not happy about having a mick as a son-in-law. But by the time I came along, they would’ve tossed anyone who didn’t love Gramps into the lake wearing concrete shoes. Finicky Italians, I guess.”
Would they show such a turnaround for him?
Kyle examined the tattoo, his fingers soft and tentative. He glanced back up, watching Forrester’s mouth before he asked, “Are you two close?”
He tried to keep his tone light. “He died. That’s when I got the tat.”
“I’m sorry. How long ago?”
He forced a smile, seeing the genuine sympathy in Kyle’s eyes. “Thanks, but he had a heart attack about ten years ago. I guess I’m over it.”
Kyle dropped his chin onto Forrester’s ches
t and sighed. “Are we ever?”
“Probably not.” Just thinking about Gramps caused a surge of emotions to bubble up inside him. His eyes smarted, but with Kyle, he felt safe to let his guard down.
Face falling, Kyle coiled his fingers in Forrester’s hair, the unhurried touch exquisite. “Do I know how to kill the moment or what? I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to be sorry about anything.”
“What is it about you that makes me talk so much?” Kyle wondered.
Cupping Kyle’s face so he could make eye contact, Forrester said very seriously, “Probably my hot ass. I’ve been told it has magical properties. I should warn you, once a man samples it, he becomes enchanted, then confesses all his deep, dark secrets.”
Kyle let out a bark of laughter. “You’re such a dork.”
“Takes one to know one.”
“Roll on your stomach,” Kyle whispered, expression serious. He ran his hands up Forrester’s furry chest, nipping at his neck and collarbone and making Forrester tremble. “I wanna look at you, massage you.”
A faint smile formed on Forrester’s face, and he rolled over. He wanted Kyle’s hands on every inch of him. Kyle slid over Forrester’s thighs and sat below his ass, putting no pressure on his lower back. When he began stroking Forrester’s shoulders, running his thumbs up the muscles, Forrester groaned. “You have magic fingers.”
Kyle kneaded his shoulders, then ran the flat of his hands down his back and Forrester shivered. Scooting lower, Kyle followed his hands with a warm, wet tongue along Forrester’s spine, then paused just before he reached his ass. Forrester sucked in a breath of anticipation. But Kyle only slid his tongue over the crack, teasing and going no farther.
“And you have a magic ass.”
Forrester giggled, twisting so he could look at Kyle. “Remember what I warned you.”
“You already have power over me, Forrester. More than you know.” Kyle tenderly spread the round cheeks and licked him.
Gasping in surprise, Forrester arched up. He barely registered what Kyle had said before he jutted out his ass, wanting more.
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