Page 87 of Ky
Then he was sitting up, reaching to release the seat so that it collapsed forward, and opening the door to free us. He stumbled out because his pants were still awkwardly hanging on to his legs. He reached for my hand and helped me out as well. He dragged me to the front of the car, the headlights making it almost impossible to see his expression. I barely had time to rip the packet of lube out of my pocket before he had my pants down around my ankles. Without a word, he turned me around. His big hand spread wide between my shoulder blades and I knew his demand without him having to say it. My body folded, my chest pressing against the hood of the car.
He kissed and nibbled the back of my neck as he snatched the packet of lube from my fingers. I couldn’t see what was going on, but from the way his body jerked against mine, I guessed that he was working himself with his lube coated hand. I sucked in a harsh breath as his slick fingers began to toy with my hole. He didn’t work me long before he pulled back and I felt the blunt tip of his cock bob right at my entrance.
“You ready for this, baby?” he asked. By the slight shakiness of his tone, the hesitation, and the fact that I hadn’t grabbed a condom out with the lube, I knew that he was asking about something much deeper than fucking.
We’d been tested, gotten our results, and talked about it. Yet, we hadn’t actually stopped using condoms. Part of the reason was because it made for easier cleanup. Honestly, after the way Ky fucked me, I wasn’t going to complain, because the moment he was done with me, I was ready to fall over and pass out.
So this was a big deal right here. Or so I thought it was. Knowing Ky though, I imagined it was to him as well.
“Please,” I whispered out over a dry throat. I was excited and I needed him inside me now. “I want to feel you, Ky.”
I reached around and spread myself open for him. His hands left me long enough to grab his shaft and push into me. He pumped into me with hard thrusts, but pulled back slowly. It was the best kind of torture. My hands left my ass and slapped down on the hood with a loud thump that rang out into the silent night.
“Oh, fuck. Chris, damn, it feels so good. You like feeling my bare dick inside of you?”
“Fuck! Yes,” I panted out as he thrust into me harder and gripped my hips so tight I knew I’d have bruises. “Harder, Ky. Fuck me harder.”
Yeah, I was shameless with my begging and pleading. I wanted him to know that I could take it. And more, I wanted it. I wanted him to own me, mark me, make me feel him for days.
My cock was throbbing, leaking, and screaming for relief.
“Touch yourself, baby,” he commanded and I didn’t hesitate to rock back enough so I could wrap my hand around my shaft and tug. “That’s it. Work that cock, Chris. Get yourself right there to the edge.”
My arm shook as I gripped my cock and worked it harder and faster. Ky pounded into me harder, making my whole body start to quiver and tingle.
“Don’t you fucking come yet, Chris.”
I was so close that a whimper escaped my lips as I slowed enough to keep my balls from drawing up.
“That’s it. Fuck. You like taking my cock, Chris? You like when I fucking own you? Shit, you feel so fucking good. You ready for me to fill this sweet, tight ass up with my cum, baby?”
“Fuck! Yes! Ky, I need to come, please.”
“No, not until I say you. Fucking. Can.” The last words came out in choppy grunts and as I felt him swell in my ass, I knew he was about to fill me up. “Shit, that’s it. Squeeze my cock just like that. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
Then he pushed himself as deep as he could, his balls mashed against my skin as they emptied themselves into me. His warm seed filled me up and I tried with everything I had in me to hold my own orgasm back.
Without warning, Ky pulled out of me, gripped the back of my hair, and forced me to turn and face him. Then he was kissing me, hard, his teeth sinking into my bottom lip. My hand was still wrapped around my cock but had frozen in its movements.
In a blink, he tore away from my mouth and dropped to his knees. I knew my eyes were wide as I took in the scene in front of me. He looked up at me as he all but devoured my cock. My hand fell away the moment his lips wrapped around me. He sucked and licked with everything he had in him, and he didn’t even gag when he pushed down, the tip of my cock hitting the back of his throat.
My body jerked forward as abs clenched and I tried so hard to hold myself up on shaky legs.
“Fuck, Ky! I’m gonna come.” I barely had time to warn him.
Instead of pulling away and finishing me off with his hand like I’d expected, he swallowed me down. As the first spurt of my cum hit his tongue he swallowed hard and not even a flash of disgust or unease washed over his face. That only made me come harder, knowing that he was actually enjoyed tasting me.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Ky was always full of surprises, that was for sure.
His tongue made one more lazy lick around my head as he pulled away from my spent cock. I wanted nothing more than to collapse into a pile of uselessness and fall asleep.
“Was that okay?” he asked and then his tongue flicked out to swipe along his bottom lip like he was making sure he didn’t miss taking in a single drop.
I had no words. Was it okay? Was he kidding me right now? I was lightheaded, floating, disoriented, and completely lost as to where I was right then. I couldn’t even form words to answer him, that was how much better than ‘okay’ it was.
“Chris?” he asked and his brows were creased. In the awkwardly blinding light, I could see his cheeks and ears redden.
