Page 19 of For Fake's Sake and other stories

“Fucking cufflinks,” I mutter. Kit takes over and deftly undoes the gold bars that are acting as restraints, then frees my arms. The rest is easy, and soon I’m lying sprawled over his bed in only my CK briefs as Kit finishes undressing. He is, indeed, wearing black Tom Ford boxer briefs. I chuckle “Jesus, Kit, you’re gorgeous. I don’t know where to start.”

“Then let me.” He almost growls as he crawls up the bed to me and puts his knees on either side of my waist, but we’re not touching. He leans in until his mouth is an inch from mine. “Are you a top or a bottom?”

“I’m vers, but mainly I bottom.” Please let him top.

“Yeah? That’s very good to know.” Now his mouth does touch me, but not my mouth. Kit presses lips against my jawline, kissing and nibbling. I squirm as he rakes his teeth over the stubble that’s sprouting over my chin and down my neck. “Because I’ve spent so many hours thinking about how tight you’re going to feel wrapped around me.”

“Fuck, yes.” I hiss as Kit bites down on my earlobe, then sucks it into his mouth. I buck up to move him off me. He gets the message and shifts his leg over so he’s kneeling next to me. “I want your cock, Kit. I need to taste you.”

“You say all the right things, baby.”

“Then get naked and show me what you’ve got.” I kneel up to face him and push my thumbs under the elastic waistband of my briefs. Slowly I push them down. My erection escapes its confines and hits my stomach.

“Wow, that’s a nice surprise.” Kit shoves his sixty-quid boxers down his legs and throws them over his shoulder as if they were from Poundland.

Not wanting to waste another second, I push Kit backwards and pounce and lie over him so our bodies line up. My dick rests on his stomach while his nudges my sac his pre-cum getting me nice and sticky. Hell, I want to taste it.

After pressing a hard kiss to his mouth, I move down his body, licking down his neck, nipping at the base where it meets his shoulder. He shudders and lets out a grunt. I lick the tormented spot again, then travel lower. My thoughts of makingthis last are gone when Kit knots his fingers into my hair and pushes me down.

“Get those beautiful lips around my dick, Ollie. I’m seconds away from fucking you.”

I look up at him, hovering my mouth over his dick. “Patience not one of your strong points?”

“I’ve been patient. I’ve wanted to fuck you from the first moment I met you.”

“And they say romance is dead.” Before he can say anything, I flick my tongue over his slit and swallow him down to the root.

“Holy fuck!” Kit cries out, probably loud enough for the whole building to hear.

I pull off his length and grin at him, then get back to work. Using only my mouth, I have him on the edge in moments. My ability to deep throat comes from having no gag reflex and plenty of practice with bananas. A secret I will take to my grave.

“Stop, Christ. Ollie, stop. I’m about to blow my load, and I don’t want to be in your mouth the first time I come inside you.”

God, the things coming out of his mouth are going to make me come. “I never took you for a dirty talker.”

“It’s you. You bring it out in me.” Kit pulls me up and kisses me, his tongue chasing every bit of his flavour. “My turn.” His snarl makes me even harder.

I roll off him and do something I’ve never been confident enough to do or as desperate to have a dick inside me as I am now: I slowly lift my legs, exposing my hole to him. The look he gives me makes any fear or embarrassment rush away. I’ve never seen so much desire in one heated look.

“Fuck, that’s a sight I’m never going to tire of seeing.” Kit shifts so he’s facing me and slides his hands down the back of my thighs and over my cheeks. He skims his thumb over my pucker, making the bundle of nerves sing. “You’re so fucking hot.”

“You need to get inside me, Kit,” I mutter through clenched teeth. He strokes his thumb over my entrance again. He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but all he does is smile, then leans forward between my legs and licks a stripe from my arse, up my taint, and over my balls. He sucks one into his mouth, rolling his tongue over and around the small sphere. Then his mouth is gone, and he grabs what I hope is lube and a condom and moves back between my legs.

Kit makes quick work of coating his fingers with the lube, and the moment the first digit enters me, I’m pushing back, eager for more. “Stop dicking about and get a damn move on,” I snap at him. He laughs but speeds up, and soon three fingers are inside me, stretching me. “Enough, I’m ready.”

Kit pulls free and rips the foil open. With slightly trembling hands, he rolls the latex down his impressive length. “Ready?” The tremor is in his voice too.

“Come here. It’s okay. It’s going to be perfect. The start of something new and amazing.” I let go of my legs and pull him down to kiss him.

As I capture his lips, the blunt, slick head of his cock presses at my hole. I push back a little again, helping him past the first tight ring. I let out a huff of air at the burning pressure.

“You okay?” Kit stares down at me, his body rigid.

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” I smile and shift my hips a little, which makes him slip a little deeper. His eyes roll back in his head. “Okay, I’m good.”

“Ollie, you’re way more than good.” He kisses me again and pushes deeper until his balls hit my ass.

Then it’s like my life moves in slow motion. Every stroke, every touch, every gaze seems to be intensified. My body is alive in a way I’ve never felt. Kit’s skin glows with a sheen of sweat in the low-lit room, making it shimmer. This is lovemaking. This is different. This is more. More everything and I never want it to stop. Unfortunately, the telltale tingle of my imminent orgasm breaks the spell, and I wrap my legs around Kit’s waist, grip his biceps as my body lights up, and I cry out his name as my orgasm fires from me. Kit stiffens, then shudders, releasing inside me. He’s biting down on his lip, his tendons in his neck are rigid, and his eyes are screwed up tight as he comes.

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