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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Ky
“Oh, shit,” I mumbled roughly as my mind tried to force itself awake.
Either I was having a very vivid, very real dream or Chris was buried down in between the sheets. A hand tugged at my throbbing cock as a warm, wet mouth sucked me in. Fuck, I hoped this wasn’t a dream. And in that case, I needed to open my damn eyes and watch this.
Two weeks had gone by and Chris was healing nicely. He was able to move around without much discomfort but he still wasn’t able to get out on the water. I knew it was killing him even though he’d never say it out loud.
His parents went home a week ago and I couldn’t say that I didn’t miss them a little. They were truly amazing people. Supportive and loving, just the way parents should be. It maybe made me miss mine even less. And kind of solidified the fact I didn’t feel a tinge of remorse about killing mine was alright in a way. At least to me.
We hadn’t done anything since that last time up in his room. Mostly because he was on the mend and I didn’t want to hurt him. That didn’t mean that I hadn’t pictured it, hoped for it, and couldn’t wait until the day when I could fuck him again. But I wasn’t going to push him, and if this was real and not a dream, then it was obvious that he was at the same place I was. My need for him was strong. I constantly walked around half-hard because something as simple as a look or a smile would make me want to toss up a salute.
My eyes opened to the sight of the white sheet that covered my lower half bobbing up and down. Yes! This wasn’t a fucking dream. I yanked back the covers and his eyes instantly met mine, his mouth stuffed full of my hard cock. A sight that fucking took my breath away.
“Fuck, baby,” I managed to pant out as my fingers threaded through his hair. “Oh, shit.”
He moaned with my cock buried deep in his throat and I felt my balls flinch. Fucking flinch, like they were ready to shoot off right then and there. Man, he was good. I couldn’t say I didn’t like the sight in front of me. And as his blue orbs flickered with a hint of honey as they looked into mine, I knew I’d never get enough of it.
“Yeah. You like my cock? You want to taste my cum, baby?”
His eyes rolled back into his head as he moaned again. My balls tingled and threatened to draw up. I knew I was close but I sure as hell wasn’t ready for this to be over.
“Shit, Chris. That’s it. Take me in deep. Suck me harder, baby. I want to come in the back of that tight throat.”
Then he did. He sucked me harder, took me deeper, and tightened the grip with his hand. That was all it took. I felt like I should have warned him but I honestly didn’t even have the time.
A deep grunt forced its way out of my mouth as I came. Chris didn’t stop working me until I was completely spent, swallowing every last drop then licking my shaft clean to make sure he didn’t leave any behind.
Then he crawled up my body and I didn’t hesitate to kiss him. The kind of slow kiss that had a hint of sweet. The kind that was reserved for lazy Sunday mornings and left hope for more to come. The kind that made my heart beat faster and caused a weird kind of quiver in my stomach.
Yeah, I was fucked.
You could have even said that I was in love.
And I might not have even tried to deny it.
But that didn’t mean that I was ready to say it, to be that vulnerable and open. Because what if he didn’t feel it too? Where would that leave us? There was really no going back once those words were out there.
So I held him and kissed him and when he sat up, straddling me, his hard cock staring upward and begging for attention, I wrapped my hand around him and started to jerk him off as a distraction.
“Oh, shit,” he sputtered out, his hips rolling into my hand.
This was the first time I’d ever done this to a dick that wasn’t my own. I tried to push down my insecurities and trepidation because I wanted to do it, and I wanted to make it good.
His hands slapped down on my chest as his body carved forward. His eyes, so bright and so blue, stared openly into mine. I readjusted my grip and swiped my thumb along the underside of his head causing his whole body to shiver hard.
“Ky,” he moaned out, breathy and desperate.
“Come for me, Chris. I want to feel you come all over me.”
His hips rocked faster, thrusting himself into my hand with a frantic need. I felt myself getting hard again, and I knew he could feel me brushing between the globes of his ass.
“Shit. You’re so hot. Feel what you do to me? Got my cock straining for you, baby.” My words came out raw and deep as my own hips started to rock upward, desperate for some kind of friction and relief.
With a hard jerk back, he tore himself from my grasp. Then he was shifting back just enough so that both of our hard dicks were trapped between us. Before I could say anything, he wrapped his hand around both of us and started a slow back and forth. Shit. The feel of his soft, smooth cock against mine only made me harder. My hands slapped down on his ass and I couldn’t help but spread his cheeks as I guided his body into rhythm.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” he said as his back arched and his head fell back.
