by Becca Steele
He pulled me to him, his arms going around my waist. “I want it. I’m just…I need a minute. It’s a lot to process.”
Leaning forwards, I ran my nose across his jaw, feeling the scratch of stubble on my skin. “We can take things as slow as you want.” The whole night so far had left my head spinning, so I wasn’t surprised he was having trouble getting his head around everything. “My parents won’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. Take as much time as you need. You’re the one in control here.”
“Yeah?” he rasped, trailing hot kisses down my neck. “What if I want you to control me?”
I ground my hips against his. “You like that, huh?”
“I don’t know. But I like you.” His voice shook slightly, and my stomach flipped at his words. We were on the same page. It wasn’t only sexual chemistry between us. There was something more.
I waited until he lifted his head, and then I ran my tongue over his lip ring again, before kissing him. “You know I like you, right?”
Our eyes met, and he nodded slowly. “The way you haven’t been able to take your eyes off me since the first day we met was kind of a giveaway.” He smirked, and I leaned into him, tugging his earlobe between my teeth.
“What can I say? You’re easy on the eyes. You’ve got that hot bad-boy vibe going for you.”
“I am, and I do.”
“Arrogant, too.”
“Sometimes.”
We were both grinning by now, and the apprehension had disappeared from his eyes. After dropping a light kiss on his lips, I made a suggestion. “You want a shower? Start off slow.”
He frowned.
“A shower with me,” I clarified.
“Oh. Showering together is starting off slow, is it?” He nipped at my bottom lip.
“I’ve got a wet room.”
“Lead the way.”
Laughing at the enthusiasm in his voice, I pointed him towards my bathroom. “You go ahead and get the shower running. I’ll get some fresh towels.”
I took my time getting the towels and undressing, figuring I’d give him some space. I wasn’t sure how this was all going to play out, but I’d take my cues from him and go with it. We’d need to discuss things at some point, but not yet. Right now, I had a hot as fuck guy naked and wet in my shower, and he was waiting for me.
The glass separating the shower area from the rest of the bathroom was steamy, obscuring my vision, but what I could make out made my cock stir. As I rounded the side of the glass, I sucked in a harsh breath, my cock rising to full mast as I took in the most erotic sight I’d ever seen in my life.
Kian Courtland, all lean, hard, male perfection, head bowed under the shower spray, one hand planted on the wall, and the other fisting his erect cock.
He turned his head as I entered. Water plastered his dark hair to his head, running down his face. I followed the rivulets of water streaking down his body, over the sculpted muscles, through the light trail of hair leading down to his erection. My mouth was suddenly dry, and I ached for him.
“Fuuuuck, Golden Boy.” He licked his lips, his heated gaze raking over me. “Your body is insane.”
“Kian.” My groan echoed through the wet room. I crossed to him. “You’re—” I was speechless for the first time in my life. “You’re incredible,” I said eventually, reaching down between us and aligning my hardness with his. I wrapped my hand around both of our cocks, and he flexed his fingers under mine, stretching his hand to encompass my cock as well as his, following my direction.
“This feels amazing.” He stared down between us, his eyes heavy-lidded, his pupils blown, tracking our combined movements. The friction of his dick sliding against mine, and his hand on me, was the best kind of torture. If Kian’s rasping breaths were anything to go by, he was feeling the same.
“Yeah? You like that, huh?”
“Too much. I don’t know if I’m gonna last.” He looked up to meet my gaze, before inclining his head to kiss me. “You’re killing me here.”
A smile spread across my face. Releasing my grip, I stopped his movements with my hand. “Let’s slow it down. Turn around.”
“Turn around?” His voice was suddenly alarmed, and I smirked at him. Picking up the bottle of shower gel from the shelf, I waved it in the air. Relief broke across his face. “I thought…”
“I know what you thought. Don’t worry, I’m not going to fuck you. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want.” Gripping his shoulders, I turned him, directing him under the spray, and picked up a washcloth. I ran it over his back in slow, circular movements, taking my time.
“I’m not saying I wouldn’t want you to.” His low murmur was barely discernible over the sound of running water. “I might. I mean, I think I do. I need to work up to it, though.”
I stopped what I was doing and slid my arms around him. “Whatever you want.” My voice lowered as I pressed against him, my hard cock against his ass. “Your ass is spectacular. But I don’t have any expectations here. You’re in control, remember.”
He pushed his ass back into me, and I growled, nipping at his shoulder. “But right now, you’re really fucking tempting me.” I heard a low chuckle come out of him, the bastard. “You like being a cocktease, do ya?”
“Seems so. Me and my spectacular ass.”
The corners of my mouth tugged up into a smile. “You’re different. Different to how I thought.”
He turned in my arms, facing me with his dark brows pulled together. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“In a good way. You’re not the angry bad boy that looked like he wanted to stab me in my sleep.”
His face cleared, and he eyed me with a devious grin. “I think you like it when I’m bad.” Twisting his arms around me, he ran his fingers up the back of my neck and through my wet hair. “I like it when you’re bad. When you go up against me and don’t back down.” He kissed me, hard. “When you get me all riled up.”
“You like that?”
“Mmm, yeah. All that sexual tension.” He flexed his hips, and we both groaned.
“Kian…”
“Turn around, Golden Boy, and let me wash you.”
I complied, and as he worked his large hands over my shoulders with firm, sure strokes, I closed my eyes. How was this happening? This…thing…between us—it felt so right. All I could do was hope that he felt the same way.
Every single thought flew out of my mind when he pressed the full length of his body against my back, grinding his cock against my ass. He pulled me back against him, his arms coming around me. Running his hands down over my chest and abs, he stopped, right above my cock.
I heard him exhale harshly, before he brought his mouth to my ear.
“I want to fuck you.”
Turning my head, I captured his mouth in a hard, lustful kiss, before I reluctantly pulled away. “You don’t know how much I want that.” I swallowed thickly. “But I think we should take it slow.”
Disappointment flared in his gaze, but then he nodded reluctantly. “You’re right. But, fuck, Preston. I just…fuck.” He ground his cock against my ass again. “I want this. You. Everything.”
“You can have me. I just don’t want you to regret anything.”
“The only thing I regret is the way I acted around you before tonight.” He bent his head to my throat, kissing, sucking and licking his way up to my jaw.
“Let’s forget about that,” I managed to pant out, as he nipped at my jaw, running his hand over the muscles of my pecs and circling my nipples.
“It’s forgotten.” His breathing grew harsher, and his voice was a low rasp when his next words came out. “If you’re not going to let me fuck you, can I suck your cock?”
9
I followed Preston into his bedroom, unable to take my eyes off his firm ass, the muscles flexing as he walked. Fuck me, he was hot. When I’d been pressed against him in the shower, feeling his hard, strong body against mine, all I could think was that I wanted my dick inside him.
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I still wanted it. He was probably right to make me wait, but his intentions were misguided. If he thought I’d regret anything we’d done or were going to do, he was completely fucking wrong.
He stopped at the edge of his bed, turning to me, and I took a minute to admire him. Blond hair, still damp from the shower, and water still glistening on his skin. His muscles were sharply defined, carved from hours of football and dedicated gym time. Yeah, I could admit now that I’d checked him out while we were training. And his cock…my mouth watered as I drank in the sight of his long, thick erection, precum beading at the tip.
“Are you just going to stand there, or are you gonna suck my dick?” One eyebrow pulled up, and I shook my head.
“Someone’s impatient.”
“Kian.”
The way he growled my name, like he was barely restraining himself, sent a shudder of lust down my spine. I prowled towards him, watching his sapphire eyes darken to black, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed.
Stopping right in front of him, I traced my hand down his chest, feeling his heart racing under my palm. “At the beach, you said you were wondering how my lip ring would feel against your cock.”
He groaned low in his throat.
“Lie back and you’ll find out.”
I’d never seen him move so fast. One minute he was in front of me, the next he was on the bed, head propped on the pillows, staring at me with hungry eyes.
My hard-on was really fucking painful at this point, but I ignored it for now. If I got my way, I’d be fucking him sooner rather than later. Kneeling on the bed, I took his cock in my hand, hearing a strangled curse slip past his lips. I lowered my head, taking my time to prolong the torture, and his hand fisted the sheet next to him. Once again, I didn’t have any experience, but I had confidence in the way he reacted to everything I was doing to him.
I took a slow, experimental lick across the tip, tasting his salty flavour for the first time. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hips jerking up. Drawing back, I looked up at him staring down at me, and I smiled.
“Do you have any lube?”
His eyes widened, and his teeth dug into his bottom lip. He nodded, and I gave one, slow, glide of my hand along his cock, then released it. “Give it to me.”
Rolling to the side, he fumbled in his bedside drawer, handing me a plastic bottle with a pump dispenser. I coated my fingers, noting the way he was watching every movement like a hawk, his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths.
I lowered my head again, and this time I dragged my lip over the head of his cock, the smooth metal of my piercing sliding across his sensitive tip.
“Kian.” His tortured plea went straight to my dick, and I shifted position, lowering my head to encompass more of him in my mouth while my hand went to my own erection. I tentatively flattened my tongue on the underside of his shaft, and he bucked his hips again, sending his cock to the back of my mouth. Drawing back, I suppressed the urge to cough and then went in again, taking more of him into my mouth, using his reactions to guide me. I gripped my dick, stroking up and down, and Preston moaned again. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Your mouth around my cock while you touch yourself.” His legs stiffened. “Fuck, I don’t think I can—”
I released him, sitting up, and he stared down at me, his eyes wild. “What are you doing?”
“Experimenting.” I smirked, and he glared at me. Yeah, he didn’t like that very much. I leaned over him to lightly bite his jaw, and then he suddenly flipped us both so he was lying on top of me, our bodies pressed together.
“You’re infuriatingly sexy,” he rasped in my ear, rocking against me. Shifting lower down my body, he kissed his way down my neck and onto my chest, where he tugged my nipple between his teeth, making me hiss. He released it, kissing lower and lower, his tongue dragging over the ridges of my abs. “I’m obsessed with this, right here.” His fingers went to the small trail of dark hair that led to my cock, and he stroked downwards, wrapping his hand around my hard length. Fuck.
He slowly pumped his hand up and down, then took me into his mouth and lightly gripped my balls.
“Fucking hell, Golden Boy.” Now I was the one bucking my hips into his mouth, and a gleam of satisfaction entered his eyes as he worked his mouth over me. With an effort, I took a handful of his hair between my fingers and tugged.
He released me, raising a brow. “Problem?”
“Lie back. I want to try something.” I added another generous pump of lube to my fingertips, and when he was lying flat on his back, I crawled between his spread legs. “How would you feel about me doing this?” Sliding my finger into his crease, I pressed it against his hole.
His mouth fell open, and I took that as assent, pushing my finger inside in tiny, slow increments. Fuck, he was tight. I had zero experience with this, but I did know that if I wanted my cock to fit inside him, he needed to be ready.
A string of curse words fell from his lips as I eased my finger inside him, and I lowered my head to his cock, taking him into my mouth again. His hands came down to grip my hair, and he stroked his fingers over my scalp.
“You’re incredible.” He swallowed thickly. “Your finger feels so good. And your mouth. I want more.”
Slowly, carefully, I eased another finger inside, waiting for him to relax again before I started to move them. I lifted my head from his cock. “Is this okay? Am I hurting you?”
“It stings a bit, but it feels so fucking good,” he panted, his grip on my hair tightening. I worked my fingers inside him, stretching him out. His low moans and pants filled the room, and I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I need my cock inside you. Now.”
His eyes met mine, his expression tortured. “You don’t know how much I want you in me, but I don’t want to rush this.”
“I want it. I want you.” I withdrew my fingers almost all the way, then thrust them in again. The lube and the work I’d done stretching him out helped my fingers to slide in easily this time, and he gasped as I pushed them all the way in.
“Yes. Right there.” His eyes rolled back. “Fuck me, please.”
Finally.
Prepared with a condom and lube, I took a moment to appreciate the sight of Preston sprawled against the sheets, hot and ready for me. Leaning over him, I ran my hands over his thighs, his muscles tense under my palms. “Ready?” He nodded. “Get on your knees, Golden Boy.”
I positioned myself behind him, running my hands over his spread ass. His powerful back arched, muscles flexing as he supported himself on his hands and knees. “I’m gonna make us both feel so fucking good,” I promised, aligning the head of my cock with his hole.
“Go slow.” His voice was a hoarse whisper.
I pushed forwards, meeting the resistance of his body, but he rocked backwards, taking the tip inside.
We both groaned. “Fuck, Preston. This already feels fucking incredible.” I reached around to stroke his cock, holding myself in place. My dick was throbbing, desperate to be all the way inside him, but I held off.
“More,” he hissed. “Give me more.”
I flexed my hips, pushing further in, and he rocked back again, until I was finally buried inside his hot, tight hole.
Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing. “Fuck,” I muttered, looking down at the view of my cock inside him. Withdrawing almost all the way out, I paused for a second, then thrust all the way in.
“Kian, fuuuuck.” Preston’s voice was raw and so fucking hot, that I moaned. “Right there. Harder.”
That was when I really started to move, my hips thrusting forwards, in and out, as he pushed back against me. I reached around to grip his cock again, my hand stroking harder and faster as I fucked him.
“I don’t ever want to stop,” I whispered harshly. “You feel so good.”
He looked over his shoulder and our eyes met. “Don’t stop.”
Releasing his dick, I pistoned my hips even harder. He pressed his upper body do
wn into the mattress, his groans muffled by the pillow as I braced myself with my arms either side of him.
Reaching down, he began pumping his cock as I fucked him, and I was done for.
“Fuck, Preston.” My balls tightened, and my release spilled inside him, sending him over the edge. He clenched around me, hot cum shooting from his dick onto the sheets as he called out my name.
Panting, I eased out of him, and let him roll over onto his back before lowering myself onto his body. Our mingled breaths came fast and ragged, and sweat dripped from my hair onto his face.
I paused, attempting to calm my racing heart, and our eyes met.
He reached up and brushed my hair out of my eyes, then tugged me down to him so our foreheads pressed together. His low rumble vibrated against my chest.
“I don’t ever want to stop, either.”
A smile spread across my face, and I pressed a kiss to his lips, feeling his answering smile as his arms tightened around me.
I raised my head so I could meet his eyes.
“You’re fucking mine now, Golden Boy.”
10
Stretching, I rolled to the right, bleary-eyed, to check my phone. 7:06 a.m. Way, way too early. I groaned under my breath, rolling back towards the centre of the bed.
A pair of pale green eyes blinked sleepily at me.
“What time is it?” His voice was raspy from lack of sleep, and I smiled.
“Too early. Go back to sleep.”
His eyelids fluttered shut, and I sighed in relief. I wanted to stay in this bubble forever.
My gaze trailed over his tousled hair, down his face, and onto his exposed chest.
“You’re staring.”
“Sorry.”
His eyes blinked open again, and he yawned. “I feel like I’ve only had two hours’ sleep.”
“That’s probably because you have.” After everything that had gone down between us last night, we’d showered and I’d changed the sheets, and then we lay awake for hours, talking until one or both of us had finally succumbed to sleep around five in the morning.