Page 20 of Ruin
My heart is pounding so hard in my chest it’s making me sick.
“What are you saying?” I ask carefully. “Why did you bring me here?”
He begins to shake his head slowly, like he’s in disbelief of something. His hand comes up to cup my cheek, and I freeze. His touch is soft, gentle, his hand warm. So different from all the harsh touches I’m used to.
“I should not do this,” he whispers.
Do it,I think. It’s all I can think. It’s all I want. So when he doesn’t move, I make the words leave my mouth.
“I want you to.”
“You don’t know what you want, Kolton.”
“Yes, I fucking do.” My words are harsh, but my tone is weak. I know exactly what I want, and it’s him.
I lunge forward, taking his face between my hands and press my lips to his. He lets out a low groan that has my dick aching. His hands go to my waist and he tries to pull me on top of him, but his car is too small and we’re too fucking big. The center console is digging into my hip, and my leg is cramping, but I’m kissing him and it’s fucking perfect. It feels good. It feels right.
“Wait, wait, wait,” he mutters, turning his face.
I bring my lips to his jaw, travel down his neck to kiss him. I can’t stop.
Now that I’ve started, that I’ve gotten a taste, I’ll never be able to stop.
“Kolton, damnit…”
“Don’t make me stop, Lucian,” I beg. “Please, don’t make me stop.”
I have no idea what I’m doing, all I know is that I want this man. I’m addicted to the way he makes me feel. I can’t get enough of it. I need more of it, I need it all.
I’ve fucked a few times in my life. Girls from school but it always sucked and never felt right. It didn’t take long for me to realize I was into guys. I’d noticed them in the locker room more than I noticed the girls who went to school with their tits hanging out. But I’ve never been with a guy.
Not knowing what I’m doing doesn’t stop me from trying, though. My hand falls from his face and slides down his firm stomach, right between his legs, where I find him hard. His erection is pressed to his leg, constrained by his silky soft slacks.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I say against his neck.
“We shouldn’t do this,” he tells me as he thrusts against my hand.
“But you want to,” I add, giving him a squeeze. He groans, and I just about melt. “I want to.”
He makes quick work of undoing his pants, shifting in the seat to free his dick. His hand goes to the back of my neck.
“Put my dick in your mouth, sweet boy. Show me how badly you want it. Make it worth it.”
My dick pulses, threatening to explode at just the tone he speaks to me in. I shift around in the seat so I can lean down and suck his dick like he wants me to.
I’ve never done this before. I went down on a girl once, didn’t like the way it tasted or looked, and so I never did it again. This, though? I like the way his dick looks. Thick, long, veiny. I don’t hesitate to take him all the way to the back of my throat, where I gag and nearly throw up.
If he knows I’ve never done this before, he may tell me to stop. So I pretend I know exactly what I’m doing. I lift off a little and suck the tip, his salty flavor bursting on my tongue.
“God, Kolton. Your mouth…”
I hum around him, loving the way his fingers brush through my hair, and the way his hips thrust up because he wants more. And the sounds… fuck, the sounds he makes are heaven. Rugged, but breathy. So fucking manly, yet so intimate.
I am making this man, this powerful man, make these sounds.
I hold his dick firmly at the base, then lick down the side and back up. I suck on the head again, listening to his vocal cues to see what he likes.
“Deeper, sweet boy. Let me feel your throat.”
