Unscripted Love (Road to Blissville, #1)

by Aimee Nicole Walker

  “What do we have here?” Kyle asked as he ran his finger over the barbell piercing in my belly button.

  “Silliness from my youth,” I replied. “I hardly wear it anymore and I’m not sure why I did tonight. Club habit, maybe.”

  “I like it,” Kyle said. “I want to run my tongue over it.”

  “Okay,” I replied.

  Kyle dropped to his knees but kept his eyes locked on mine when he flicked the tip of his tongue over the piercing. I was dying to have his mouth lower and released a long sigh of relief when he started working the top button loose on my fly.

  “God, you make me want to devour you whole,” Kyle said, pressing his forehead to my stomach once he had my jeans open. I felt the heat of his breath through my underwear when he spoke, and it made me anxious to feel his tongue there too.

  Kyle pressed his nose against the wet spot in my underwear and inhaled deeply. “Your cum smells so damn good; I can’t wait to see how you taste.”

  I was a writer, a person who hoped to make a living from stringing words together, but for the life of me, the only sound I could manage right then was a moan so deep it sounded like it was ripped from my soul. I dug deep trying to find some eloquent words to say, but the only thing I could muster was, “Please, Kyle.”

  He apparently didn’t need eloquence to entice him because my roughly spoken words elicited a sexy growl from his throat moments before he yanked my pants and underwear to mid-thigh. Kyle took my cock straight to the back of his throat and swallowed hungrily around the head of my dick. I gasped unevenly when his teeth lightly grazed the base of my cock before he slowly pulled up until just the tip of my dick remained in his mouth. Kyle fisted my cock with his hand and began to pump it up and down while he sucked the pre-cum dripping from my slit.

  “Mmm, better than I imagined,” he said before he went down on me again.

  “Kyle,” I moaned. It was too much and not enough at the same time. I wanted him to stop so it wouldn’t be over too soon, but I gripped his head tightly and rocked my hips back and forth, feeding my dick between his glistening lips.

  Kyle pulled my jeans down my legs, pulled off my cock, and pushed me to my back on the bed. Once he had me completed naked Kyle spread my legs wide and propped my feet on his shoulders. He slid his middle finger inside his mouth to slicken it with spit before he pressed the wet digit to my pucker. I wasn’t one who bought into the spit is nature’s lube theory, but damn it was sexy as hell watching Kyle suck his finger inside his mouth.

  He teased the crinkled pucker of my ass while he licked my cock with his flattened tongue. I thought it was quite possible that I would die from pleasure right on the spot. The burn of penetration snapped me out of my lust-fogged daze. It had been eight months or longer since I’d had penetrative sex and I felt like a virgin all over again. Kyle pulled his finger out when I sucked a breath sharply into my lungs, and he felt how tense I became.

  “It’s been a while,” I said in answer to the unspoken question I saw in his eyes.

  “I’ll slow it down,” Kyle said tenderly. “Be right back.”

  He rose to his feet and walked over to the bag he brought with him. He rooted around for a second then pulled out a bottle of lubricant and a strip of condoms. I quirked a brow at him and received a sly smile in return.

  “Wishful thinking,” Kyle said sheepishly.

  “Brilliant planning,” I countered when he returned to the bed.

  I sat up quickly and stopped Kyle before he lowered himself to his knees once more. “It’s my turn to taste you.”

  Kyle dropped the condoms and lube on the bed then let his hands fall to his sides. He clenched and unclenched his fists as if he didn’t know what to do with his hands. His hesitation and restraint disappeared the second I had his jeans and briefs pulled down to his mid-thigh. Kyle gently held the back of my head while his other hand ghosted over my cheeks and lips.

  “These lips have fueled a thousand fantasies,” he whispered hungrily.

  Once Kyle removed his thumb, I fisted his straining erection and sucked the tip of it into my mouth. Kyle was about to learn just how much I loved an uncut cock. I gripped his foreskin between my lips and tugged it gently.

  “Fuck.” Kyle’s tortured groan spurred me on to tease and torment him more.

  I pushed his foreskin back and sucked the pre-cum that had pooled beneath the extra flesh, moaning when his salty essence burst inside my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to work his cock until he came in my mouth. I flattened my tongue and ran it over his thick vein until I reached his taut, heavy ball sac. I sucked one smooth nut into my mouth then the other while I maintained eye contact. Kyle’s grip tightened on the back of my head like he wanted to fuck my mouth but wasn’t sure he should.

  I let his testicle slide from my mouth with a wet pop and licked the underside of his cock until I reached the tip once more. “Do it,” I urged him. I dug my nails into his ass cheeks and pulled him closer.

  “Jesus,” Kyle said then pushed his dick between my lips and fucked my mouth. I sucked and slurped as much as his fast thrusts allowed. His lusty groans and moans were as sexy as the sound his balls made when they slapped against my chin. Kyle jerked his cock out of my mouth suddenly and said, “Lie back down.”

  I did as he commanded and Kyle once again lowered himself between my spread knees. He liberally coated his middle finger then began working me open. I was too tense, and my body fought his penetration until he wrapped his mouth around the head of my cock and pressed his tongue to that magic spot beneath the crown. It was just what I needed to relax my body enough so he could slide his finger all the way inside me. My body went from hell no to systems go in a flash once Kyle crooked his finger up and rubbed my prostate.

  Kyle nibbled my inner thighs and kissed my pelvic bone while he patiently stretched my tight clench. I could feel my orgasm building inside me, and I wasn’t ready for it to end so soon.

  “Stop, or I’ll come,” I warned him, but Kyle didn’t seem to be fazed by my declaration. In fact, he sucked my cock harder. I pushed against his shoulders with my feet to get his attention. “I want to come with your dick inside me.”

  Kyle removed his fingers from my ass and made quick work of sliding a condom down the length of his erection and slickening it with more lube. I scooted back until I was in the center of the bed so that he had room to mount and fuck me properly.

  He lifted my ass, and I rested my calves on his wide shoulders. Kyle aligned his dick to my hole and pushed past the tight ring of muscles. I cried out from the sting of his penetration and he stilled inside me so I could adjust to his girth. Kyle turned his head and sweetly kissed one of my calves and massaged the back of my thighs while I breathed through the discomfort. I smiled at him to ease the concern I saw in his eyes. My body was made for his and I couldn’t wait to show him. Once I was ready, I licked my lips invitingly and said, “Do me, Dr. Dimples.”

  I slowly inched inside Chaz until my dick was balls deep in his tight clench. Damn, I knew when I slipped one finger inside him that he hadn’t been kidding about it being a while since he had sex. My greedy body urged me to take the gift that Chaz offered me, but I couldn’t betray the trust I saw in his eyes. I told him I’d take it slow and I would do what I promised, no matter how hard his ass gripped my cock or how desperate I was to move inside him.

  Chaz’s chest billowed up and down as he breathed through his discomfort. I’d been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity, but hurting him wasn’t the least bit sexy to me. I decided to pull out of Chaz and find another way to pleasure him, but his firm voice stopped me.

  “Don’t you fucking think about moving unless it’s to fuck me. Just kiss me, and I’ll be okay.”

  I had chuckled at the excessive use of the word fuck before I gave into his demand. I lowered his ass to the mattress and Chaz dropped his legs to my waist when I moved over him. We’d kissed before but never when our bodies were connected. I would never get
another first chance to do it right. If I was going to be as good as I promised, then I couldn’t have his hands roaming all over my body. I pinned both of Chaz’s hands above his head on the pillow then captured his succulent lips. I quickly realized that kiss was just as potent as having his hands on my body. Every rasp of his tongue against mine sent zaps of electricity to the nerve endings throughout my body, and it felt like he caressed all of my bare flesh at once.

  It was difficult to remain still when my body burned with the need for friction and relief. My dick throbbed and pulsed inside him impatiently, but I wouldn’t move until I knew he was ready. The cues came a few minutes later in the guise of throaty growls, and the way he clamped his inner thighs around my waist and rocked his hips up and down, riding my dick as much as the position allowed.

  I rolled to my back so that Chaz could be in control of the pace and the intensity of our lovemaking. Instead of breaking the connection of our joined hands, Chaz held them up in front of him and used them as an anchor when he began riding me. I had never seen anything sexier in my life than Chaz Hamilton lost in the passion we created. I loved how his head tipped back on his shoulders like it was too heavy for his neck to support it any longer and the way his mouth parted for needy moans to escape.

  “Kyle,” Chaz whimpered my name in a pleading voice as he rose up and down the length of my cock. How long have I waited for this moment? How many nights had I lain awake in my bed fantasizing about being with him? “So long,” Chaz said, answering my silent questions. “Kiss me. I want your mouth on me.”

  I rose up to a sitting position and moved our joined hands to the small of Chaz’s back. He tilted his head back, and I devoured the tender flesh on the long column of Chaz’s exposed neck. I hadn’t shaved that morning and knew my whiskers would leave a mark on his skin, which was a turn-on for me. The change in position didn’t allow him as much room for his hips to move and I captured his frustrated growls with my mouth.

  Chaz broke our kiss and stared into my eyes. “Pin me down and fuck me hard.”

  By then my willpower to be good had worn thin, and I didn’t need much encouragement to push him to his back, pin his hands above his head once more, and thrust hard into him. I gripped his hands so hard that my fingers went numb from lack of circulation, but the rest of my body burned with raw need.

  “Harder,” Chaz said, spurring me on with both his words and by digging his heels into my ass. “Ohhh,” he loudly moaned when I angled my dick just right and tagged his prostate over and over. “I’m going to come, Kyle.” Those words were music to my ears because I wouldn’t be far behind him.

  I gritted my teeth and managed to hold off until his ass clamped down on my cock when he started to come. “Fuck!” My orgasm rolled through me fast and strong causing my body to shake hard as I spilled inside the condom.

  A dozen fragmented sentences flittered through my mind like elusive fireflies when I collapsed on top of Chaz. I could grasp a few snippets of each one, but couldn’t stream them together to form a coherent thought, except for one: how soon could we do it again?

  Chaz pulled his hands from beneath mine and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight against him. I knew I had to be squeezing the air out of him with my heavier weight pinning him to the bed, but he appeared to want me there. Chaz kissed the side of my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. His gestures seemed more than just after-sex sweetness; there was a heaviness in the air that caused me to lean up on my elbows so I could look at him.

  I recoiled when I saw remorse in Chaz’s eyes. It felt like someone punched through my chest and squeezed my heart with their steely hands. I couldn’t stand the idea that he regretted what happened between us. It was the most amazing experience I’d ever had in my life. It was beyond simple friction on my cock; my entire body was engaged in the act with him. Hell, I wasn’t some inexperienced man who couldn’t tell the difference between a physical and emotional bonding. What I felt with Chaz was the strongest emotional connection I had ever shared with another person. It had been slowly building between us over the last five months and it exploded into a beautiful crescendo of lust, desire, and pleasure. I was certain that Chaz felt it too.

  “Kyle,” Chaz said my name so softly that I wouldn’t have heard it if I wasn’t looking at his lips.

  A shiver of dread worked its way into my heart, but I refused to let it control me. I cupped Chaz’s head with my right hand and ran the thumb from my left hand across his lips. “Shhh,” I said gently. “Please don’t tell me you regret what just happened. I don’t think my heart could take it.” Maybe I shouldn’t have been so open with him, but guarding my heart had gotten me nowhere up to that point.

  “I don’t regret what happened between us,” Chaz whispered, “but I should’ve told you something first.”

  “Chaz, is there someone else?” I asked. “Are you in a relationship or married?”

  “Married?” he asked incredulously. “What kind of person do you think I am? And how the hell would I have kept a marriage a secret from the entire town?” He had me there.

  “I think you’re an amazing person,” I countered. “I just couldn’t think of another reason why you’d look so guilty after I just rocked your world,” I said, feeling a little boisterous. “I didn’t mean to insult you.”

  “Has that happened to you before?” Chaz asked hotly.

  “Are you asking if I’ve rocked someone else’s world before tonight?” I countered. I knew what he was asking me, but I liked seeing the blush of temper on his face.

  “Quit avoiding the question, Kyle. You sound like you’ve had experience at finding out someone you slept with is married,” Chaz remarked.

  “No, but it almost happened once,” I admitted. “Luckily, I learned the truth from a mutual colleague before I did something I couldn’t take back.”

  “There’s no one else,” Chaz whispered hoarsely.

  I ran the back of my hand over Chaz’s high cheekbone and said, “Then there was nothing you needed to confess to me before we had sex.”

  Chaz closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. “You can’t possibly know that, Kyle.” I hated hearing the torment in his voice and seeing the anguish in his eyes when he reopened them.

  “I know you, Chaz. I’ve been watching you for years, and you’re a great guy. Nothing you tell me is going to change my mind. I need you to trust me on that.” Hope bloomed in Chaz’s eyes, and he offered me a small smile. “There is one thing I need to know.”

  “What?” he asked hesitantly.

  I reached for the strip of condoms and held them up for him to see. “How soon can you go again?”

  “My ass is feeling pretty wrecked right now,” Chaz replied.

  “Who said your ass was the one getting the workout during round two?” I asked him.

  “Oh!” Chaz smiled broadly at me then took the strip of condoms from my hands. “Okay then.”

  I reluctantly drifted off to sleep a few hours before dawn with Chaz wrapped tightly in my arms. I just knew that he would sneak away as soon as I closed my eyes or I’d wake to find it had all been a dream. I didn’t find either of those situations acceptable, so I was pleasantly surprised to find Chaz smiling at me from the pillow beside mine when the alarm on my cell phone went off.

  I turned off the shrilling chime then reached over and tweaked Chaz’s nipple.

  “Ouch! What the hell did you do that for?” he asked.

  “Making sure I wasn’t dreaming,” I replied. Chaz forgot all about his afflicted nipple and melted in front of my eyes.

  “It was an incredible night,” he said wistfully. “The kind you read about in books.”

  “I’ve never read anything remotely close to what we shared last night,” I said while running my fingers over the faint pink marks my scruff left on his neck. “Perhaps you can recommend some books for me to read.”

  Chaz’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment and made me wonder what the hell he’d been reading latel
y. “Or, we could role play a hot scene I recently read that involved oral sex and a shower.”

  “Okay then,” I said, repeating the same words Chaz used the previous night. Where had I heard that phrase? Someone had used it recently and I thought it was cute. I threw off the covers and jumped out of bed excitedly, making Chaz giggle. His giggling turned to joyous laughter when I grabbed him by his upper thighs and pulled him to the edge of the bed.

  “Somebody’s eager this morning,” Chaz said, looking at my erection jutting toward him. “I’d have thought he wanted to sleep after the night he had.” Chaz sat up and swiped his finger over the leaking slit of my dick.

  “That drool has nothing to do with sleep,” I told him as I watched him lick my pre-cum off his finger. I placed my hand beneath his chin and lifted it so I could look into his eyes. “I don’t think we’re going to make it to the shower to recreate your book scene.”

  “That’s okay. We’ll write a new one right now,” Chaz hungrily said before he took my cock to the back of his throat.

  “Oh God,” I said as Chaz worked my cock in and out of his mouth. The wet heat felt incredible, and the pressure and tempo were so perfect that my legs trembled with an impending orgasm not long after he began. “Pull off; I’m about to come,” I said, because it’s rude to come in a guy’s mouth without warning.

  He didn’t pull off nor did he stop. Chaz reached between my legs and milked my balls at the same time he took my cock to the back of his throat and swallowed around the head.

  “Chaz!” I roared his name when I came in his mouth. “Damn, that felt so good.”

  He slowly pulled off my cock then licked his lips seductively before he smiled at me. Then he lay back on the bed with his hands tucked beneath his head and said, “My turn.”

  I lowered myself between his legs but didn’t go after his cock as aggressively as he went after mine. I decided to draw out his pleasure by teasing him until he writhed on the bed, called me filthy names, and threatened to do even dirtier deeds to me if I didn’t let him come. I liked his bawdy mouth and the promise of wicked things in our future, so I didn’t give into his demands. I took him to the edge and backed him down over and over until he was a quivering mess.