Hostile(25)

A small laugh escapes him, and I feel my cheeks heat because I’m sure that’s a really stupid question. “Yeah, I’ve been hard many times.” He’s not mocking me nearly as much as I thought he would, and he uses one of his hands to stroke my arm now instead of gripping it. “It’s hard to explain. I went through puberty like everyone else. I’d get completely unexplained boners and the urge to jerk-off all the time, but it wasn’t to the thought of anyone in particular. In fact, the idea of doing that with anyone else usually stressed me out.”

I nod as I try to understand and then nip along his jaw again, moving down to suck on his neck. “Maybe you’re just really, really picky.”

He playfully shoves me. “Can’t be that.”

I laugh because yeah, I walked into that one. Then my lips fuse with his again, our dicks not caring about me stopping to talk, both of us fully hard. He breaks the kiss only to tear my shirt off and toss it somewhere behind us. Our bare skin colliding feels unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Jesus.” He drags a hand over my abs, finding each ridge and driving me insane in the process. “Have you done this before?”

Ah. The non-talker is suddenly chatty too. Weird.

I nip his bottom lip and shake my head, even though I guess technically, I’ve fooled around with a guy before, but nothing seems to matter now. “At summer camp, I got and gave a few hand jobs and blowjobs, but nothing like this.”

His palm lands between my pecs, and he pushes back slightly, a brow cocked in amusement. “What? When you were twelve? Fucking summer camp?”

“Sixteen, asshole. I was a counselor, and one of the other counselors and I fooled around a little. His family is even worse than mine, so I knew he’d be discreet.”

“That’s fucking sad.”

I shrug, because yeah, it is. Reputation is everything. It’s like our families see themselves as royalty or some shit. Must keep the bloodlines clean and procreate with other privileged humans. “Yeah, it doesn’t matter now though.” I kiss him again, deeply, relishing the feeling of his warm skin against mine.

“True.” His fingers grip my hair as he pulls me into him, our cocks brushing, and my mind nearly short-circuits.

“How do you want to come?” I nip and bite his lip and move lower. I want him any way I can get him, but I need him to tell me.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done anything before.” My eyes meet his, and I see his naked vulnerability. I push my sweats down and off but leave my briefs on. Still a little afraid if he sees my dick, he’ll run away for sure.

I move back up, dying to see his cock but thinking I need to take it slow. I trail a finger over his sharp cheekbone and then over his bottom lip. “We don’t have to do more than kiss. Or we can go back to watching television. I don’t care.”

It’s the truth, no matter how my body is revolting at my words. He shakes his head. “No. I think I might die if I don’t come soon. I want you. I just don’t know how it all works.” I grin, and he looks like he wants to punch me. “Shut. Up.”

I laugh and then kiss him softly as I let one hand drift down, down, down until I’m at the edge of his briefs. “Tell me to stop if you ever want me to.”

He shifts on the couch under me, letting his legs fall open slightly as I reach into his briefs and find his hot, hard flesh. My forehead rests against his, and I release a puff of air while he whimpers slightly as I explore the head of his cock, brushing over the leaking tip with my thumb. “Grayson,” he pants. “Please don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” I grip him in my hand, wrapping it around his impressive girth, dying to taste him but taking baby steps.

He fucks into my fist, and we both moan when I take his mouth with mine, kissing him desperately as my hand glides over his cock, using his precum to make things just slippery enough while I rut against the couch like a madman.

We’re both chasing a release, kissing while his hands roam over my bare back and move down to my ass as I thrust against the couch and picture the perfect cock in my hand. It’s bigger than I expected, given that he’s smaller in stature, but it’s not monstrous. I have no doubt it’s fucking perfect.

“Fuck, I’m close. Please don’t stop,” he pants near my ear as he pulls me closer to him by my ass.

“Yes. Let go, Rhett. Come. I want to feel you.”

His cock jerks in my hand as his hips thrust upward into my tight fist. “Yes. Jesus. Fuck, I’m coming.” He sounds almost surprised as I increase the speed of each stroke, losing myself to the sensations.

His warm cum shoots out, covering my hand as a harsh cry escapes his lips. I can’t take it anymore. My balls draw up, and my cock twitches with my own release letting loose in my boxers.

That’s going to suck later. But right now, all I can do is kiss his sweet lips, swallowing every sound of pleasure and buck my hips, leaning into our mutual release.

“Holy. Shit.”

My body drapes over his, my face in the crook of his neck as we both try like hell to catch our breath.

But then, I hold mine when I realize he could very well freak out on me right now, after we’re both sated and mostly naked against each other.

Please don’t kick me out, Rhett.

I don’t know if my heart could take it.