Page 25 of For Fake's Sake and other stories

“It’ll be even nicer when we’re in it.” He struts up to me and pulls at my clothes. “Get naked, Kit. It’s been killing me to sit there all night.”

It takes me less than a minute to strip and fall onto the bed. Ollie does the same. His dick is already hard, standing proud from his body. He detours to the table on the left of the bed and pulls out the lube and a couple of condoms. “Is two gonna be enough?”

“It’s a start.”

He throws it all onto the bed, climbs up, and straddles me.

Sex with Ollie is the best I’ve ever had. Even after only one night together, I know that. Now I’m in his bed I’m eager for more, so much more.

A ripple runs through his body as I stroke up his thighs, the hairs soft under my palms until I reach his groin and the trimmed short hairs at the base of his cock. A pearl of pre-cum beads in his slit. “You’re so responsive.”

He smiles down at me, leaning forward to kiss me. “You can take the credit for that. I want you so much, Kit.” He grabs the lube and my hand, then dribbles some over two of my fingers. “Get me ready.”

“Still so bossy.” But I reach behind him and find his pucker. He’s so keen, so eager, and is soon riding three fingers.

He grabs the condom, slides it down my length, and slicks it up. As he takes the head inside him, I groan loudly. Ollie chuckles, and the effect of it, moves him lower, taking more of me inside. “I hope Jack’s taken your advice. You’re going to shout out my name, baby.”

He’s not wrong, and he rides me, rocking his hips. I sink balls deep, his arse gripping my dick in a warm, tight vise. And when he bounces up and down, his feet planted on the bed, the first ripple of my impending orgasm spreads through me. I grab his hips and hold him still as I take over and pound intohim. Ollie reaches behind me and rests his hands on my knees. Bowing his back, he cries out, and his orgasm shoots from him like a fucking fountain. As the cum splatters onto my abs and chest, I still, staying deep as my climax rocks through me as I shout out his name and fill the condom.

With our hearts racing, we stare at each other. Three words are hovering between us. Who’s going to be the bravest and say them first?

I’ve gone and fallen in love with him. And by the look on his face, he’s done the same. What do I do? Is declaring love immediately after a mind-blowing orgasm the right thing to do? For a breathtaking second, I think he’s going to say it.

But he blinks, and the moment is gone.

“Shall we get a shower, or is a cloth enough?” I gesture at the mess over both of us.

“A shower would be great. I like getting you all soapy.”

I shift and let his softening cock slip free from my body. We both grimace at the squelch. With a soft huff, I swing my leg over his and get off the bed. “Follow me.”

Kit pulls off the condom, knots it, and drops it in the bin. “Maybe I should get another condom.” His voice is low in my ear.

“Are you ready to go again?” I laugh as he picks up the leftover packet.

The shower is over the clawfoot bath, but the water pressure is good and the hot water plentiful. But I’m not convinced fucking in here is going to work.

Once the water is at the right temperature, I step in and hold out my hand for Kit. He grins and gets in behind me. I grab my body wash and turn to face him. After I squirt the gel over his chest, I slowly rub it over his pecs and down to his stomach.“I think the water has washed away most of my spunk, but I’d better make sure.”

His dick is reacting already, and I haven’t even touched him. “What can I say? My dick likes you.”

“Tell it I like it too, but not right now.” Sex with Kit is fun. I’m sure it’s because we know so much about each other. We didn’t fall into bed on the first or second date.

“My turn to wash you.” Kit snatches up the gel and does the same to me. As his fingers graze through my pubes, my dick perks up. “Well, lookie here. Your dick likes me too.”

Kit takes it further and captures it in his fist. He steps closer to rub his against mine, then takes hold of his too. I’m mesmerised by the way he strokes them both. The body gel acting as lube makes it slick. As the head of his nudges against the sensitive frenulum on mine, I groan and tip my head back. My balls shrink, tighten, and draw up into my body for the second time.

“Uhh,” I grunt. “I’m going to come again.”

“Me too.”

With a couple more tugs, I cry out again, and my cum drips over his fist. Then it’s Kit’s turn. He leans in and presses his mouth to mine. I swallow his stuttered breath as he comes, tugging on my bottom lip, his body shaking.

Kit breaks into a trembling laugh. “Fuck, you’re going to kill me, baby.”

“Hey, don’t blame any of that on me. You started it.” I kiss him. “I’m not complaining, Kit.”

“Sleep now, please.” He rinses off his hand and steps out of the bath.

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