Growling, Forrester kissed him deeply.
Kyle locked his ankles together and held on, loving how easily Forrester hefted him.
Forrester headed for the stairs, Kyle still in his arms.
He couldn’t see where they were going, but he had no concerns, no fears. He closed his eyes and Forrester’s powerful, warm body held him secure. At the mercy of Forrester, Kyle listened to the rough panting sounds Forrester made as he ascended the stairs.
He did not need to see to trust, so why did he need to hear?
He didn’t.
Kyle choked back his emotions, his eyes stinging. He just wanted to be free, be himself. To not have to worry while this wonderful man made love to him. He wanted to share everything with Forrester, his heart, his life, his silence. And more than that, he wanted Forrester to protect those gifts and return them with love and devotion.
Forrester stumbled into the bedroom, then lowered Kyle onto the bed with an oomph.
Their eyes met, and Forrester paused, propping up above him. Some of his hunger seemed tempered when Forrester kissed him slowly, as though he knew how significant this time would be. Kyle moaned, his legs still wrapped around Forrester’s waist. Kyle brushed his hair back and ran his thumb across those thick black lashes.
His heart pounded, and his breaths came shorter. But he did not look away from Forrester’s gaze. It calmed him.
Kyle knew then, he wouldn’t have a panic attack.
Why had he feared he would?
This was Forrester.
Eyes still locked, Kyle reached for his right ear.
Forrester’s eyes widened. “You sure?”
Nodding, Kyle removed his processor. Instantly the world was blanketed by silence. He reached to place it in the dish on his nightstand, but Forrester’s reach was longer and he took it from him and gently set it down.
They lay still for a moment, gazing into each other’s eyes. Kyle could read the understanding in Forrester’s face. He knew what Kyle was sharing with him was special, intimate.
“Just be patient with me, okay?” Kyle’s words were only a vibration inside his own head now.
“Always,” Forrester’s lips said. Then Forrester hugged him close, and Kyle melted into him. His body felt warmer, heavier. His skin muskier than before. Kyle could feel his heart pounding in rhythm with his own.
Dear God, I’m so in love with this man.
Had been for a while.
Then Forrester drew back to look down at Kyle. “I will go slow.”
Kyle nodded, tears stinging his eyes as emotions, fears, hopes, and need overwhelmed him. Forrester brushed a large hand over Kyle’s cheek, then tenderly kissed his eyelids. Kyle’s eyes fluttered back open, and Forrester was smiling.
“Trust me,” he mouthed.
Lips pursed tight, Kyle sniffed back his emotions and nodded.
Never breaking eye contact, Forrester inched down Kyle’s body. Every touch felt warmer, more electric than before. Kyle had never forgotten how much better sex was like this, quiet. It was an ecstasy robbed from him, but with every gentle kiss and caress, slowly Forrester was giving it back.
As Forrester gazed up at him, those masterful hands slid down Kyle’s torso. Kyle’s chest rose and fell with anticipation. Forrester pushed himself up to his haunches and removed his T-shirt. Kyle sat up and did the same. They came back together in a kiss, Forrester caressing Kyle’s cheek. “You okay?”
Kyle nodded.
Eyes never leaving his, Forrester slithered lower to unfasten Kyle’s jeans. Gazing down his heaving chest, Kyle smiled as Forrester continued to watch Kyle’s face for any clues to stop.
Kyle breathed hard and heavy when Forrester lowered his zipper. Every nerve in his body sang with desire as Forrester exposed him. His boxers caught on his erection, pulling deliciously. Then the cool air on his throbbing cock made Kyle wince.
Forrester slid his jeans down his legs, leaving Kyle fully naked now and Forrester still in his khakis. As his gaze roamed all over Kyle, he felt it like touch itself. After standing up, Forrester quickly shed his clothing, then was back in the bed and sliding between Kyle’s thighs.
Waiting with breathless anticipation, Kyle watched Forrester run his hands up his thighs. The prickle of his leg hairs moving against the grain sent shivers through him. Then one big hand gripped Kyle’s cock.
Writhing, Kyle moaned. His hand’s so hot, so rough!
Kyle thrust up, needing more. Forrester grinned and began to stroke. Then he dipped his head and licked Kyle. Forrester gave an amazing blowjob, always deep-throating Kyle’s cock with ease. But this time, with everything in high gear, the calloused hand and the warm slick of his mouth made Kyle gasp.
Mouth stretched over Kyle’s cock, Forrester moaned, and Kyle felt the vibration clear to his toes. Closing his eyes, Forrester devoted himself to Kyle’s cock. Every suck, lick, or tiny graze of teeth drove Kyle wild. He pulled on his own nipples, crying out and thrusting up. Kyle blinked a few times, wanting to see Forrester, but he kept losing himself to the overwhelming rush of touch.
Then Forrester spread his thighs and licked his sac.
Kyle fell open for him, torn between wanting to watch and wanting to just let go. His heart raced, and he closed his eyes. There was nothing in the world except for Forrester’s hands on his body and the sultry scent of arousal.
Forrester spread him farther, hooking his arms under Kyle’s thighs. Exposed and vulnerable, Kyle gave in. He let his head fall back as Forrester laved him, kissing and licking his hole.
Blood racing, heart pumping with adrenaline and arousal, Kyle savored every touch, every lick. A sharp pang of desire stabbed at Kyle’s crotch when Forrester probed his hole with his tongue. Forrester was insatiable, licking and nipping at all of his exposed flesh.
Then his mouth was gone and a hand touched his belly. Panting, Kyle opened his eyes, squinting in the light streaming in through his curtains.
Expression lust-drunk, Forrester was smiling up at him. “You like?”
Kyle nodded, breathless and so close to coming he actually hurt with wanting.
Running his big hands up and across Kyle’s abs, Forrester slithered back up to kiss him. His powerful, wet tongue probed deep into Kyle’s mouth, his lips bruising with urgency. The scent and taste of his own body on Forrester’s mouth tore another whimper from Kyle and tremors of excitement spread out across his back.
Oh, it won’t take long at this rate.
Forrester’s hands went lower and gripped his aching, needy erection again. He ran his fist down it a few times, eliciting a moan from somewhere deep within Kyle. He briefly wondered what he sounded like, moaning as Forrester stroked his cock, but he felt no embarrassment whatsoever. Surges of precum leaked from his swollen head, lubricating Forrester’s hand. All too quickly, he let go of him.
Their eyes met and Forrester asked, “You ready?”
Kyle clutched Forrester’s face and kissed him in answer. Then Forrester rolled away, putting his back to Kyle as he fished in the nightstand for lube. Kyle rolled with him, spooning up behind his warm, hairy body. His cock fit so perfectly against Forrester’s ass crack that Kyle humped against him a few times, loving the way the hairs on Forrester’s ass prickled his dick.
Lube and condom in hand, Forrester craned his face back so Kyle could read his lips. “You want to fuck me instead?” he asked, his eyes bright with concern. “Whatever you want, it’s okay with me.”
Kyle propped up against him, looking down at his luscious, lean, hairy body. He reached down and gave Forrester’s big cock a stroke. It was big, no doubt about it. Big enough to give Kyle pause.
But Kyle was tired of waiting. Tired of having the past control his life. He’d meant what he said to Forrester earlier. He wanted to just be himself again. Be himself with Forrester.
Their eyes met, and Kyle shook his head and stroked Forrester again. Then, wordlessly, he scooted back and lay down, spreading his legs.
Grinni
ng, Forrester followed, sliding on top of him.
For an instant, the weight of his body made Kyle flinch, his heart skip.
A hand rested on his cheek, and their eyes met.
Forrester’s face was flushed with desire. “Kyle,” his mouth moved. “You’re okay. You’re here with me. Just be here with me.”
Nodding, Kyle took a deep breath and focused on Forrester. Then Forrester gave him a scorching kiss. Kyle took a deep breath when Forrester released him.
Forrester sat back and rolled the condom on before slicking it with lube. Kyle watched in hungry anticipation. Then Forrester eyed him in earnest. “I’m here, and I will never hurt you.”
The shimmer of concern, the threat of his past, was gone in an instant. There was no panic, no hesitation within Kyle.
He was ready.
Kyle smiled, studying Forrester’s flushed cheeks, his tousled hair in the soft evening light. “I’m good,” Kyle assured him, tucking a curl behind his ear. “Make love to me?”
Forrester lifted Kyle’s leg and spread lube between his cheeks, a finger slipping in to the first knuckle. Kyle moaned again, feeling glorious and free. Forrester repeated the move a few times, driving Kyle crazy with a yearning to be fucked. Forrester propped up on one arm above him so he could watch Kyle’s face. Then the blunt head of his cock pressed into Kyle.
A shudder of longing went through him as the delicious bite of entrance came. Forrester took his time. He pressed in deep, his big dick stretching Kyle slowly. Forrester’s mouth flew open, spittle flicking across his lips as he worked his cock inside Kyle. With every stretch, every warm glide, Kyle felt it more strongly than before. The pungent aroma of sex and the taste of his own body on Forrester’s lips had roused him to the point he imagined all of this would be over in a matter of seconds.
Forrester pushed in, deeper this time, the hurt giving way to an erotic fullness that made Kyle’s entire body sing.
Forrester shifted, holding Kyle’s legs up. But his eyes never left Kyle’s face. “You okay?”
“Just fuck me.” The words reverberated in his head along with his wild pulse.
Kyle closed his eyes, trusting this man with everything.
Lips claimed his, and Kyle kissed back as a thick, solid cock stabbed at his insides. He felt nothing but passion, lust, and pleasure. There was nothing around him but the heat of Forrester’s body, the damp musk of his sweat, and the taste of his lips.
When he opened his eyes, the light blinded him, and he cried out.
Everything was so much more intense. He’d forgotten how much more.
His cock throbbed, aching and leaking between their writhing bodies. He clung to Forrester’s shoulders as he rode Kyle hard. The hair on Forrester’s stomach and the slap of skin on his dick made Kyle shake.
With each thrust, Kyle hissed, grunting and gasping with joy. Forrester’s gasps were hot on his neck, the scent of his breath arousing. Kyle licked the salty sweat from Forrester’s neck, wanting to experience his body every way possible.
Then—thank God—Forrester reached down and grabbed his cock. He squeezed and pumped in rhythm with his thrusts. Hot pulses of need and fire worked down Kyle’s back, flaring deep in his ass and across his balls. Kyle cried out as a violent shimmer raced up from his groin and fired from his cock. His head spun as he rode out the waves.
Sweat stuck their skin together, and Forrester thrust into him hard. Kyle’s entire being was alive, his four senses so involved that he felt when Forrester’s cock swelled deep inside him. Hot breaths scorched his neck as Forrester came too, thrusting his way to completion.
Kyle trembled when Forrester stroked his dick, then spread the spunk across Kyle’s lips. The musky scent and the warmth of the cum made Kyle moan. The taste of his own desire was sweet and savory.
Forrester dipped his head to lick Kyle’s lips clean, sharing the remnants of their union. Kyle clung to his hot body, tightening his legs and savoring every scent and flavor of this man.
When Forrester pulled out, Kyle hissed. Eyes locked on him, Forrester claimed his mouth in a kiss, then nibbled down his jaw and up his throat to where he sucked on his earlobe. A shiver went down Kyle’s back when Forrester stroked his face.
“You okay?”
“Perfect.”
Forrester’s face was delirious and flushed red in his postorgasm happy place. Then he blinked twice as if waking from a dream. His expression became serious. “I love you.”
Kyle gasped, knowing he’d read his lips right but not daring to hope. “Please tell me you didn’t just say olive juice?”
Laughing, Forrester looked him square in the eye. “No one said anything about olives.”
“You sure?”
His face sobered. “I said, I. Love. You. Kyle. Benson.”
Kyle squeezed his eyes shut tight, the sudden stinging sensation embarrassing. He didn’t want to cry after sex, but after everything he’d shared, exposing his fears and conquering them, to see those precious words… Forrester loves me.
Blinking a few times, still in shock, he held still, letting the love wash over him.
He loves me.
Forrester brushed a hand across his cheek, and Kyle opened his eyes. “I really do love you, Kyle. You don’t have to say it back if you aren’t ready.”
“No one’s ever told me they loved me,” he confessed, his eyes glassing over despite what he’d told himself.
“Well, I mean it.”
Kyle looked deep into those gorgeous bedroom eyes he wanted to drown in. “I love you too, Forrester.”
Chapter Seventeen
FORRESTER GAZED up at Kyle, spellbound.
Kyle was in his own world, body bouncing on Forrester’s naked cock, his head thrown back, and hands roaming his chest and pulling on his nipples. He moaned and grunted, making those inarticulate sounds of rapture that left Forrester so helpless and weak with need that all he could do was hold on to Kyle’s hips and let Kyle take pleasure from his body.
His cock slapped Forrester’s stomach, over and over, and his snug, warm ass pumped Forrester closer to the edge.
“Oh!” Forrester gasped, hissing and holding on tight as Kyle’s ass stroked his shaft in a wild rhythm. The arches of his feet cramped and his legs twitched under the onslaught of Kyle’s hunger. His back bowed up off the bed as the spike of orgasm hit him hard.
Kyle’s eyes flew open.
Forrester cried out as he came, hot pulses deep into Kyle’s tight ass, but he didn’t look away. While he rode out his release, Kyle grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him hard. The ecstasy of coming was so intense, Forrester’s whole body shook.
Breathless, Kyle pulled back and pressed their foreheads together, their eyes locked. He kept riding Forrester’s cock, the wet sloppiness of his cum and the lube making a sucking sound. Forrester clung to Kyle, wanting him to finish, to join him in bliss. He thought about reaching down for Kyle’s cock, to help him along, but he was learning Kyle didn’t need the help.
“Ungh!” Kyle cried, wincing and hips twitching.
Forrester hissed in delicious torture as Kyle’s ass clenched on his spent cock. Then he felt the warm wet pulse, the spurt of passion slicking his stomach as Kyle came. The grip on the back of his neck tightened, and then Kyle stilled, collapsing on Forrester with a grunt.
“Damn, I love you so much,” Forrester whispered though he knew Kyle didn’t hear him. Sometimes it made it easier to tell Kyle how much he loved him after sex, knowing he couldn’t hear him.
“You’re everything, everything to me,” Forrester murmured into his nape, holding him tight. “I love you so much. You’re so beautiful. Please never leave me. Just love me forever, bello.”
His eyes burned and stung, and he clung to Kyle, shaking and so utterly and hopelessly in love with this man, he could hardly breathe. It had been less than two months, but it felt like they had been together a lifetime. Forrester had never loved a man as much as he loved Kyle.
When Kyl
e sat up, flushed, Forrester hastily wiped at his face.
Kyle blinked a few times, studying him.
As he did every time Kyle looked at him, Forrester felt as if Kyle could see into his soul.
“Were you talking just now?” Kyle asked, his words slurred. He always needed a while after sex before he spoke clearly again. “I feel like you’ve been doing that lately.”
Forrester’s cheeks reddened but he wouldn’t keep secrets from Kyle. He took Kyle’s cock in hand, playing in the wetness, enjoying the beauty of his body before meeting Kyle’s gaze again. “I’m sorry, but I can’t help it. Knowing you can’t hear me makes the words just pour out of me,” he admitted, not looking away despite how vulnerable he felt. “I love you so much, but I feel like if I tell you how much and you actually hear me, it’ll scare you off.”
Kyle said nothing, nodding. He slowly smiled. “Okay.”
“Don’t you wanna know what I said?” he asked, knowing he’d tell Kyle even though he didn’t want to.
He shook his head. “When you’re ready.”
Overcome by the love and trust he had with Kyle, Forrester sat up fast and embraced him. His cock slid out of Kyle’s warm ass, cum dribbling onto his lap. He kissed Kyle hard, pouring all the love and passion he’d whispered a moment ago into that kiss.
Panting, Kyle brushed Forrester’s hair off his brow. “Olive juice too.”
Forrester chuckled. Since the first night they’d said I love you, olive juice had become their inside joke.
Kyle climbed off him, and Forrester plopped back on the bed, cum-covered and spent. He watched Kyle walk to the door, his smooth ass shiny with lube and cum, the cheeks red from riding Forrester with such gusto. Damn, he was so glad they’d tossed the condoms. He loved being filled with Kyle’s cum or seeing his own cum on Kyle, and being together with no barrier.
If Forrester had thought sex was good in the beginning, he’d been sadly mistaken. That day Kyle confessed he’d been holding back, Forrester had no idea what he was in for. It meant the world to Forrester that Kyle trusted him with his silence. But he hadn’t expected the sex to become so intense afterward. Kyle was insatiable in bed, writhing and moaning as every little touch sent him over the edge faster than Forrester could keep up.
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