I could find a way to forget all those shattered pieces of myself I’d left behind.
4
Kyle
Ben moaned as I tugged on his hair, pulling tight so he’d feel it. Just the way he liked it.
“You can fuck me harder than that,” he snapped, like the good, needy power-bottom he was.
His face was buried in the couch as he served his ass up to me while I had one foot on the floor and the other on the adjacent cushion.
I pounded even faster, watching my cock moving in and out of his hole, a little lube slipping out and sliding around my shaft. As much as he’d begged me to get inside him tonight, I needed a nice good tuck too. Hadn’t even realized it until I was drilling away at that familiar, tight hole that opened right up for me as it always had.
He leaned back, and I released his hair and hooked my arm around his slim body, fitting it near mine as he turned and glanced over his shoulder, looking at me, all need and hunger in his eyes.
“Don’t you fucking try to sneak a kiss,” I said, since I’d been clear I wasn’t interested in kissing if we did mess around. The fact that there were any ifs beforehand was such a fucking joke. I’d had my cock in him on just about every surface in his parents’ living room (not to mention the kitchen island) since we’d gotten started.
“Come on, Kylie,” he said, his voice a low whisper, like he was trying to be extra adorable. Considering how he’d been crying when I first arrived, I was more susceptible to caving to his desires to cheer him up. “Come on,” he said again as I continued giving him my dick. “Just sneak me a little one. It’ll make me shoot. It’ll make me feel better.”
Fucking dammit.
His face was still a little red from the tears he’d shed. It was the sort of look I couldn’t deny, so I leaned forward, moving slowly, because if he wanted a kiss from me, he’d expect a little torture to get it.
He moved toward me to take what was his, but I pulled away. “Uh-uh. You know how this goes. You wait, like a good boy. Are you my good boy?” I reached my other arm around him and rested my hand against his neck. Just holding it in the way I knew he liked. We’d gotten real familiar with each other’s bodies since we’d started hanging out in middle school.
As he settled, a sliver of a smile sneaking across his face, I moved closer just to torment him once again, until my top lip grazed his bottom lip. I slid the hand I had against his torso down to his shaft while sweeping my tongue across his lip. It didn’t take more than a pump to get him moaning.
I chuckled as I felt warm cum shooting across the edge of my forefinger and thumb. “Give it all to me, Ben.”
As he sealed his eyes shut and convulsed in my hold, I took a peek over his shoulder, watching as he sprayed the last bit of his load across the sofa cushions.
“Mmm. That’s right.” I continued working his prostate with my cock buried deep in him.
“You’re close,” he said, opening his eyes, a sort of villainous expression on his face, like he was proud he knew my body, my movements, as well as I knew his.
“Pretty close if you’ll shut the hell up,” I teased him.
He laughed that adorable laugh of his before the pressure in my balls swelled to the point where I couldn’t handle it anymore. I cursed, shooting in the condom within him. He giggled like a fucking kid, wiggling his ass in that playful way he had of milking me. It made me laugh too.
“You dork,” I told him, still coming as he grinned like having me come in him had made his night.
“You think it’s cute.” He winked as I slid out of him.
I disposed of the condom in the trash and returned to the couch, where Ben was now sprawled on his back, taking up most of it. I knew what he wanted, but I resisted, planting my ass at his feet, if only so he’d have to ask.
“Cuddle me,” he pleaded.
“So fucking predictable.”
“I’m wounded,” he whimpered.
Damn, he knew every fucking way of making me surrender to him.
He rolled onto his side and scooted toward the edge of the sofa, making room for me.