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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Chris
Ky felt right in my arms. I didn’t even want to try to define it. As his lips descended on mine for the second time, I couldn’t help but feel like this was meant to be in some sense.
I had forced myself to go on that date. I knew it wasn’t right, but what was I supposed to do. Matt had made his interest known from the first time we’d waited in line together. I was more surprised that it took him two months to work up the nerve to actually ask me out. Sure, I could have been the one to initiate things, but for some reason, my heart was barely even in it.
Ky. The stupid fucker had gotten into my head. With his sexy dark hair and tan skin. And his small nose ring and the new nipple piercings as well. Those damn barbells only magnified his hard nipples half the time. I couldn’t help but to look and more so, want to play with them. Suck on them.
I was hard. Like it was impossible that he couldn’t tell what he did to me, hard. And as my hips pushed into his, I could feel that I affected him the same. My fingers itched to wrap themselves around his length, only I wasn’t sure he was ready for that.
I’d seen the war in his eyes. The one he’d been fighting for some time it seemed. And now I knew it had to do with me. All the answers became clear the moment he’d come barreling into my room like some angry heathen. He hadn’t given a warning or called out in any sort of way. Not Ky. He had come to some sort of decision in the last few hours and I wondered how. What was it that had set him over the edge? Was it the fact that I went out on a date? A date that I didn’t even bother trying to hide was with a guy.
This was not the time to let my mind run wild with questions.
Ky was here, in my room, in my grasp, kissing me like his life depended on it. Like he was a man starved and alive for the first time. And I couldn’t deny that I felt the same.
“Chris,” he breathed out as we both broke apart for air. “Shit.” His voice was raw and heady as he gripped my hips and thrust his steel hard cock into mine. There were too many clothes between us and I suddenly became aware that my pants were still undone.
“I want to touch you, Ky,” I breathed out in a pant as he kissed my jaw and then down my neck.
“Fuck,” he growled as he nipped at the thin flesh along my collarbone. A desperate moan ripped from my lips, telling him that I needed more.
I was floating. There was simply no other way to describe it.
My hand slipped into his pants. The moment my fingers brushed over his slick, plump head, I knew there was no going back. Sensing that I needed more room, his hurried fingers worked to unbutton his jeans and pull the zipper down, allowing me the room I needed to wrap my hands around his thick, throbbing flesh. I think a moan escaped me as I gripped him and moved my hand up his length, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. The things I wanted to do to his cock—with it—were endless. All I knew right then, was that I had to feel his cum coat my hand.
“Fuck. Chris. Don’t. Stop. Shit, that feels so good,” he said in choppy bursts as his hips thrust to work his cock in my hand. “I’ve been thinking about this. Imagining coming all over your hand while I was alone in bed. Knowing what you feel like against me as you touch me. You want my cum on you, Chris?”
Hot damn. My hand worked faster, trying to achieve that goal.
“Yes, please,” I begged as I ran my thumb over the head of his cock, collecting his wetness and spreading it around.
I wanted to drop to my knees and take him in so deep that he’d stretch my throat. The thought that he wasn’t ready for that just yet was what stopped me. It was obvious he’d never been with a guy before and I would have even gone as far as to say that he hadn’t ever really thought of being with a guy. Until now. I was afraid that one wrong move would send him running. So, I captured his lips with mine again and gave him everything that I had in me.
I felt him pulse in my hand and I knew he wasn’t far off.
“Shit, Chris. That’s it. Make me come.”
If my brain had been working right, I would have been surprised at his words. Not necessarily that he was that dominant and demanding, but more that he had let go with me so easily.
And so, I did what he told me to do. I gripped him a little tighter, tugged a little faster, and once his warm cum started to splatter on my hand and everywhere else, I eased him out of his orgasm.
“Are you okay?” I asked like an insecure idiot, my hand still gripped around his softening cock.
“I…I don’t have words right now,” he said, giving me an honest answer. “I should, uh, get cleaned up.”
I let him go because I knew no matter how much I wanted him to stay and crawl under the covers with me, he needed the time to collect himself.
I wasn’t going to push this or force it into something that I wanted it to be. If Ky really wanted me—wanted this—I had to believe that he’d come back to me at some point. I knew it wasn’t going to be tonight, or even tomorrow. The thing that I found shocking, was that I didn’t mind it. For some reason, things with Ky felt different. I’d wait for him if that was what he needed.
Maybe that was dumb. And maybe he’d never be ready, but I had to take the chance.
I held back a sigh as I watched him walk out of my room and down the stairs. Then I went into my bathroom and cleaned up. Sure, a part of me wanted to lick my fingers, to finally know what he tasted like, but I resisted the urge as I started the shower.
Hope that he might come back up and join me warmed my heart but as I rinsed away the suds from my body, I knew it wasn’t going to happen.
I crawled into my big bed feeling a little lonely and disappointed with a dick that was still painfully hard. The events played over and over in my head, his words right in my ear. I didn’t even feel bad about closing my eyes and wrapping the same hand that had just been around his cock around mine. Something about that spurred me on. I jacked myself to the thoughts of how Ky had reacted to my touch and I came with a new kind of intensity.
