Page 13 of Strip Bare

Fuck. What did I do? How would I ever be able to shake free the memory of his lips forming those words as the heat between our bodies seemed to pulse with tension?

"You don't need to prove anything," I said desperately. "I got you into this mess, I can come clean to my parents. So what if she sets me up on a few dates? It's not the worst thing in the world really. Maybe I'll even meet someone and—"

His lips cut off my words and I gasped as his tongue met mine. Now this was a kiss. I hadn't even realized he'd been holding back before until his teeth scraped across my bottom lip, sucking it into his mouth, and my dick instantly hardened as heat flooded through my body.

"Kit—" I gasped and he said nothing, just kissed me harder, his mouth devouring mine and I knew I was ruined. I wouldn't be able to look at him ever again and not think of the delicious feeling of his tongue dancing around mine, or the way his breath felt against my skin as we panted together. He wasn't unaffected. No, I could tell that much. I wasn't unattractive, and Kit had a fairly high sex drive based on the frequent hook-ups he had each week. But he still didn't need to give so much of himself away for me—for something so stupid. But that was Kit in a nutshell, always willing to give his entire soul if it meant helping the people he cared about. I just worried that by the time he was done giving he wouldn't have enough left to sustain himself.

"You're still thinking," he growled and I uncurled the fingers I hadn't even noticed had slid into his hair. "We can fix that."

He took my wrists in one large hand and pinned my arms above my head, smirking down at me as my chest moved rapidly with my breaths.

"Kit," I said desperately. "I don't want this to ruin us. You don't have to do this."

He shook his head. "This isn't going to ruin us, Leo. We can keep things separate, right?"

The air felt heavy as I weighed what he was saying. "Just to sell the ruse?"

I watched him closely and wasn't sure if I imagined the heat in his eyes cooling a couple of degrees when he said, "Of course."

I hesitated and then nodded. It was the only sign he needed. His tee came off over his head and I drank my fill of the sight of him greedily. He'd shaved and his chest was smooth, the muscles in his stomach flexing as he bent over my body to tie the shirt around my hands. Sure, I could probably have broken free easily but that wasn't the point. It was the illusion of being at his mercy, of being the one who surrendered control for once.

Satisfied that I wasn't going to move, Kit dipped back down to straddle my legs as his lips and hands worked to push up my tee, eagerly stroking at my skin like he couldn't get enough of my taste.

I groaned as his tongue flicked across a sensitive spot on my navel and when he looked up at me, his mouth was red from the force of his kisses.

"That's right," he murmured as he licked that same spot again, repeating the motion until my hips jumped up and his tongue wet his bottom lip in anticipation. "Lean into me, Leo. Don't pull away. When I touch you, I want you to beg for it. I want you to need it like you need air to breathe."

God how I wished I Wouldn't have those words in my head forever, but it was a fruitless wish. My mind had sealed this moment away, etched it permanently in the walls of my memory so that I never forgot the way he looked at me, the way he tasted when his mouth sipped from mine. I was losing myself in this, forgetting what the point of it was. It had been too long since I'd been touched like this, and it was Kit doing the touching. I was undone, wrecked, and as his hand slid down my zipper the sound raised goosebumps on my skin.

"Kit," I gasped, throat hoarse from the simple pleasure of his touch, his mouth. "Don't take this too far. Don't take this somewhere we can't come back from."

His eyes had darkened to the color of the sea during a storm and when he smiled it was humorless. "If you want me to stop, I will. But we took this too far the moment I had to pretend you were mine."

I didn't know what that was supposed to mean. Lately it felt like he spoke in riddles to me more often than not, but as the air hit my cock and his hair tickled my stomach, the idea of stopping became more than just abhorrent. It was unthinkable. Impossible.

"Yes," I gasped and then his hand was freeing me from my jeans, gripping me so tightly it felt like that was all that anchored me onto this plane when he began to move. My eyes flickered open so I could watch. This was it. The only time I would get with him. I wasn't going to miss a moment.

He shivered as he stroked one hand over my cock, admiring the flush of my skin and the way my head already glistened with moisture. He bent down, keeping his eyes on mine as his tongue swept over my slit, warm and wet and—

"Oh," I expelled a deep breath as he took me in his mouth, the ball on his tongue rolling against my skin and creating an entirely new sensation from anything I’d felt before.

Kit smirked around my cock before driving down and wrapping his lips right the way around me from base to tip. My hips bucked and he hummed in appreciation as I thrust into his mouth.

This was madness. This was Kit and even in my filthiest daydreams I never could have imagined it would feel like this with him.

I fucked his mouth, not holding back as he hollowed his cheeks and brushed me with the underside of his tongue.

It was almost embarrassing, the effect he had on me.

"Kit," I said breathlessly, "if you want to stop it has to be now." Before I came so hard I saw stars, spilling onto his tongue. I tried to quiet the thought, not needing it to tip me over the edge, when Kit increased his pace. "Kit," I groaned and he hummed in response, the vibrations of his throat in time with the sweep of his tongue enough to make me cry out as I pumped my hips twice more.

He slowly withdrew his mouth, sucking gently at the tip of my cock before letting it drop from his mouth with a pop that had color rushing to my cheeks.

What was I supposed to say to him now? Thank you? What we'd just done... What he'd done to me, it changed everything. Or, at least, it did for me.

I tugged my hands free from the tee he'd used to tie them back over my head and reached for his zipper, freezing when he caught my wrist in his hand.

Kit looked away, out at his bedroom like he was composing himself before looking back at me. "That's not necessary."

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