Page 13 of Beautifully Complicated

He arches into my mouth, fingers spearing into my hair.

“Jesus.” He pants, and I bite back a smile as I swirl my tongue around the bud and give it another suck. “I feel that in my dick.”

“You say that like you’re surprised.” I switch to the other nipple and give it the same treatment, this time worrying it gently with my teeth and licking up any lingering burn.

“I am.” His hips push upward, seeking friction to soothe the ache I’m causing. “No one’s ever done this to me before.”

Truthfully, I’ve never done this to anyone either, and I’m not sure I’d have thought to if I hadn’t heard Bennet begging for Damien to pinch his one night when they got going faster than I could get my earbuds in. I suppose if one good thing had to come from their fuckery, it’s that I seem to have picked up a move Kier enjoys.

Sliding my hand from his stomach to his pants, I undo them just enough to open the fly and pull out his dick. It’s thicker than I expected given his lean frame, though it’s not so big as to be disproportionate, and as I stroke along its length, I figure it’s got to be pushing eight inches, roughly the same as mine.

I wonder what it’ll feel like inside me.

I’m sort of anxious for that, but not so much that I want to rush things, and not just because of my own desire to savor this, but to ensure Kier does as well.

Using a lax grip, I gently tug on his shaft while biting and sucking his nipples. But when I flick my tongue back and forth over them, Kier lifts his chest off the bed, pushing them into my mouth with a strained groan.

“You really didn’t know these are a sweet spot for you?” I don’t have to ask the question since he’s already given me the answer, but I want to hear him say it. To acknowledge thatIfound it.

“I had no idea. God why does this feel so good on my cock?” He pushes said cock into my fist, though I don’t grip it with the pressure he wants, and his hips fall back to the mattress.

“No idea. I just know we’ve all got our sensitive spots. Any others you want to tell me about, or should I find them on my own?” I pull a rigid bud into my mouth and lick over it while teasing his dick.

“I… Fuck, I don’t know. My hips maybe?”

Kissing a path down his chest, I give his hip bones the same treatment I did his nipples. It doesn’t seem to be quite as potent, but he wriggles beneath me nonetheless, spearing his cock into my slack fist.

“God, I haven’t been this turned on in years, and you’re barely even touching me.” Kier’s chest heaves as he tries to temper his body’s reaction to my ministrations, though he can’t quite keep his hips still when my hand is loosely wrapped around his dick. “What are your sensitive spots?”

“I’ll tell you when it’s your turn.”

“When’s that?”

“When you fuck me.” My blunt answer has his eyes fluttering shut, and I just know he’s imagining what that’ll feel like, same as I am.

Truth be told though, as much as I’m eager to have him inside me, I’m even more eager about the prospect of being his firstbottom.

I don’t have nearly the same hang up he does about the age thing, which at a decade really isn’t a big deal in my mind, but the notion that he’s ten years older than meanda virgin top… Who would’ve thought a guy ten years my senior would have any firsts left to give, let alone consider giving them to a guy he just met at a bar.

Put that way, I suppose I can understand why he keeps asking me to stop him. He’s probably assuming some sort of responsibility for all this because of his age, much like I’m assuming responsibility for making sure he enjoys his first time topping. It’s futile on both our parts, but something I feel compelled to take into consideration.

Kier’s dick twitches in my fist, telling me whatever he’s imagining has him excited. My own pulses painfully behind my zipper in response, but I ignore it as I climb between his legs and work his pants lower, so his beautiful cock is free to stand proudly between his legs.

I circle it with my fist and give it a long, firm tug, loving the way my touch has Kier uttering a strangled moan. Then I lean forward and suck the crown into my mouth.

Kier’s hips buck violently, the shock of my mouth a total surprise since his head was arched back in ecstasy.

“Holy shit,” he cries, bringing his eyes to meet mine. “That was… You… Oh my god.”

“That one really shouldn’t come as a surprise.” I fight off a grin as I swirl my tongue around the head. “Everyone’s dick is a sweet spot.”

“Yeah, it’s not. I just… It’s been a while, and I wasn’t ready for it.”

“It’s been a while since anyone sucked your dick?” I pull it between my lips and gently suckle on the tip.

“Oh, agh.” Kier fights to keep his pelvis grounded. “It’s been a while since…anything.”

“Same.” I borrow the term he’s been using all night as I take him to the back of my throat and pull back with exaggerated care, dragging the flat of my tongue up the underside of his cock.

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