Page 45 of Kiss-Fist
‘Same,’ I reply.
His eyes meet mine, and he runs his hands up my chest, toying with my nipples for a minute before he leans down and kisses me. I shouldn’t like this. My mouth was on his ass for ages, but for some reason, I break all the rules when it comes to this man.
All. The. Fucking. Rules.
When he pulls away, he doesn’t get up. He just nestles against my side, pressing his face against my chest.
What the hell? I wasn’t expecting this.
I don’t move though. I just hold him for a while, feeling him breathe, those warm puffs of air hitting my oversensitive skin. I’m content. Happy even.
What a weird fucking feeling.
When Thom finally does move, it’s to grab his phone. He holds it awkwardly as he types out a quick note.
Thom: I dnt hav chnc throw you round room.
I huff a laugh and sign that it’s fine, but he quickly types out another note.
Thom: Giv me five mor mins. Can go agn.
The thought of doing that again makes me hot all over. Yeah, I could totally do it. I’ve found out I have a hidden superpower.
A sex one.
Call me SexyMan.
We cuddle for a few more minutes until suddenly, Thom sits up, and I see his thick cock hard and straining up from his body. I reach out and grab onto it, stroking it slowly. I see his chest heave and his cheeks flush. He arches into each downward stroke until we’re in a seamless rhythm.
I don’t know what the plan is, but it feels good to just have my hands on him. He’s gorgeous. Everything about him is so hot, and I have no idea what he sees in me. I’m a little in shape, mostly from walking around campus and standing all day, but I don’t have the definition he does. I’m gangly and a little too thin, but he seems to like what he sees because he’s hard. He’s into it.
Into me.
His hands move up to his nipples, and he pinches them.
I watch, entranced, until I can’t take it anymore. Sitting up, I continue to stroke as I bite down on a puckered tip, making him groan. His hand moves into my hair, holding me against his pec as I lick and suck before moving to the next one and repeating it all over again. Touching him like this is addicting. I could spend weeks just exploring him, figuring out what he likes. Mapping out the ridges of his body.
He pulls my head back roughly, and I see those dark, dilated pupils. His mouth falls on mine again, and our tongues tangle. It’s slow and erotic, my entire body on fire, but we drag it out, making it last.
I don’t ever want this to end.
His lips fall from mine, and he slides my hand up to his lips and sucks a finger into his mouth, rolling his tongue across my knuckles. It’s sloppy and wet, like he’s sucking my dick all over again.
A groan escapes my chest as I continue to touch him, and as he sucks, he pulls my cock up against his, and the two of us stroke our hard lengths together. The way he’s sucking on my finger makes me no longer want to chop them off. I’m glad they went against all reason and sent him those messages.
Nothing feels better than lying here on my couch, frotting with him.
After a short forever, he pulls his mouth away from my wet finger and brings it back to his ass. It slips inside easily, and his mouth falls open as I lean forward and suck on his neck, letting him take over getting us off. He grips both of us together in the palm of one hand, and his strokes are strongand firm. I’m so fucking close. I can feel the sensation building along the base of my spine.
But as much as I want this to go on forever, I don’t let up. Pushing my finger as far into his ass as I can, I mark him with my teeth as I do. The need to come is growing stronger, and it’s only another few strokes of his talented, gorgeous hands before I know I can’t hold on anymore.
And I have a feeling neither can he with the way his dick is pulsing and kicking against mine. I feel him shudder and groan.
And then we come. It’s absolutely earth-shattering. I’m shaking so hard my teeth break his skin, and his rim grips my finger as our cum spills over our cocks. For a moment, it feels like it’ll never stop, and then the sensation starts to ease, and he falls against my shoulder, breathing heavily.
My finger slips from his ass, and I hold him to me, letting the mess we made slide across our sweaty skin.
We don’t pull apart for ages, and I think maybe this can last forever.
