Page 27 of Trust and Obey

He was naked and I was clothed, but that was okay. It gave me a bit of control. Somehow, it made me feel powerful.

Kendall was beautiful; long and lean, from his well-defined chest to the shanks of his legs. Even his cock was in proportion to the rest of his body. I stroked him just to feel him harden under my touch.

“You’re so responsive,” I murmured, dropping kisses on his collarbone, his shoulder.

He let out a shaky breath. “I can’t help it.”

“Don’t you dare hide it. It’s a good thing,” I promised, adding, “I love seeing your reactions—drives me crazy.” I ground my hot, aching erection against his hip to punctuate the point.

The small, pleasured noise he made went straight to my cock.

Enough teasing, I thought and forced myself to roll away from him. Opening the drawer of the nightstand I fished out the lube and condoms. I tore my own clothes off without care and returned back to Kendall, settling myself between his legs.

“You sore from yesterday?” I asked.

“No,” he promised. “I’m okay. I—Oh, warn a guy, will you? That’s cold.” He batted playfully at my fingers where I had applied the lube.

I grinned up at him. “It’ll warm up. Give it a second.”

A distraction was in order, and luckily, I was very good at multitasking. I shifted to his cock, and glanced at Kendall who looked at me, his eyes dark and burning.

I leaned down to take his cock in my mouth.

His tiny, pleased sound was everything I could have asked for and more. It went straight to my own cock like lightning, and I took him deeper, enjoying the bitter, salty taste of him.

“Deacon,” he moaned, hips moving in tiny, aborted movements like he wanted to shove himself deeper in my mouth.

Inspired, I swirled my tongue around the tip and then took him deep again, a slow up and down that had him whining, his neck arching. He started slightly in surprise when I added my well-lubed finger to his hole. But after that start, he was enthusiastic. Groaning, fucking himself down on first one finger and then a second as I opened him up.

“Deacon,” he gasped again, shaking his head back and forth as if to deny the inevitable. “I’m gonna—you’re going to make me come… if you don’t stop.”

I pulled my mouth off him and crawled up to kiss him, desperate, grinding my rock-hard dick against his thigh.

He kissed me back, briefly, and then turned over. I helped him, my heart racing. I paused only to roll on the condom.

He spread his legs wide, a gorgeous picture of submission. I hooked one arm under his shoulder to anchor myself, my free hand guiding my dick to his hole.

Kendall was wet, slick with lube, and open for me. I thrust into the heat of him with fast, punchy movements.

He was so hot, so tight inside.

“Oh, oh, oh!” Kendall chanted, far gone, fingers clawing into the bedspread underneath.

I grabbed his hips and took him hard—and he gave it back, rocking against me as frantically as I was into him.

I shifted the angle to reach around and take his cock in my hand.

He cried out and spilled into my fingers. The sound of him, and the sudden rolling clench deep inside around my cock, was enough to tip me over the edge.

I came, thrusting messily into him.

We slumped together, breathing hard. Overhead, the villa’s air conditioner kicked on with a soft tick-ticking sound. Thank goodness; it started to cool the sweat on our bodies.

After I caught my breath, I tossed the condom and did a quick clean-up. Afterward, I sat back on the bed’s coverlet with a satisfied sigh.

“Mmm.” Kendall made a low hum of appreciation and turned, smiling at me with half his face hidden against the pillow. “That was good, Deacon. You tired me out.”

I flashed a grin back and slapped a hand against his thigh. “Me too.” I paused and shot a glance out the window. Dusk was setting in and the fading sun painted the sky in pinks and oranges. “Can you stay for another few hours? Or do you have other obligations?”

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