Page 14 of Evil Beautiful

I tightened my hands and started thrusting hard. He did the same.

The feel of him against me, my piercings stroking over his skin, every single thing about him turned me on so much. I wanted to pound into him but couldn’t. I had to know more about him before I allowed myself to go there.

Instead I pounded into his hard hands and felt the tell-tale tingles starting.

I was close so close.

“I’m close.” I gasped and latched onto his wet mouth.

Gasping into each other’s mouths we pounded away at our hands.

And then he started coming, jerking and spewing come all over our clasped fingers.

I followed.

Our come mixed over our hands, coating them and our bellies in our joint pleasure.

I kept thrusting, sliding through our fingers and enjoying the way his fingers shook and his come covered my belly.

It was a very intimate moment, something I didn’t often indulge in. I had to know my partner very well before I let him get this close.

Kellen was different. Felt different.

“I want to hold you, can I hold you?” He asked softly.

It took me a minute before I nodded.

Extricating his fingers from mine we both moaned as he let go but the next second he stepped right into me, forcing my hands away and around his body.

Our wet softening erections brushed against each other and were pushed up against our bellies as our hips met. It felt amazing and I shivered as tiny little pulses of pleasure shot through me.

“I’ve never…” He started speaking but I interrupted.

“Are you trying to say you’ve never been with a man before?”

He laughed softly and kissed my lips.

“No, I’ve been with men before. I just wanted to say that I’ve never felt like this with a man before.”

“Ah, I see.” If he was bi he might want women from time to time to be totally happy.

Would I be able to deal with that if this thing between us went further?

I’ve been with a few women when I was younger but it had been an unfulfilling experience on the whole. I haven’t been with a woman in years.

Tonight wasn’t the time to get involved in a deep discussion of our sexual history. We had time.

Right now I needed a shower and then I had to leave. I never stayed over. It gave the wrong idea.

“I need a shower and some rest. It’s been a long day.”

No sooner had the words left my mouth when he took my hand and led me deeper into the house. In his bedroom, that I was happy to notice was neat and tidy, he led me into the bathroom.

Before long we were standing under a hot shower and washing our activities from our skins.

Turning the water off he stepped out and handed me a towel. I took it, dried off and was looking around for a place to hang it when he took it from me and threw it over the hamper in the corner of the bathroom.

Taking my hand again he led me back into the room to the side of the bed.

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