by Kamisa Cole
I didn’t give him a verbal answer, instead closing the gap between our lips, pressing myself against him. I wanted to climb into his lap, muss his perfect hair and get him out of that button down right there and then. My hand went with the impulse and I drowned it in the dark strands, tugging until Kash moaned softly into my mouth, parting his lips for me.
I dominated the kiss and he let me, just drawing me in more. This wasn’t like our first kiss had been, and definitely not like our second.
This was a kiss promising that this time we wouldn’t stop, that this time nothing could stop us.
“We,” Kash started as my lips traveled down his throat, “are in a diner, and we wanted to talk.”
I nodded. I even wanted to answer, but then his grip on me tightened and I felt him swallow. He wanted this as much as I did, only he was trying to be decent in public.
Ugh, how utterly boring.
“I packed your dinner. Seems you’re not gonna eat it here,” our waitress, Sandy, announced, humor lacing her voice.
Kash finally pulled back and nodded. “Smart thinking on your part,” he agreed and then stood. “Come on, Alec.”
I’d wanted to pay for myself, wanted to prove I could take care of myself, but when Kash threw money on the table and then drew me out from the booth, I figured I’d just get it next time.
“My place,” he muttered on the way to the door. “Too many guys at yours.”
I stepped around him. “So? I’m sure they know what sex sounds like.” Because holy shit, I sure hoped that was where we were heading.
“Whatever sounds you’re going to make when I get you naked are for me and only me, that’s all,” he grumbled, and I nearly came on the spot.
I wanted to be naked with Kash, and now. I didn’t care about slow. Instead I cared about nibbling on his perfect body until my first need was sated. I was ready for so many things. I’d made out with guys, knew what to do with my dick, but being able to quench my curiosity about everything else with Kash?
Holy hell, it was going be perfection.
I felt like a virgin all over again and this time around I didn’t mind that. Maybe, just maybe, I’d have to practice some things more thoroughly.
ALEC
The distance to Kash’s apartment wasn’t far and yet it seemed too long for me even before he’d started the car.
Allowing my hands to wander, I felt him quiver when I brushed the erection straining against his fly.
“Alec McGowan, I swear…”
He didn’t finish his sentence when I rubbed my palm stronger over him.
“You can hold that thought for a few more minutes, right?” he rasped out.
I cocked my head instead. “How good of a driver are you? Can you focus well under pressure?”
Kash groaned before I’d even made my intentions clear. He started the car and drove it out of the parking lot, clearly hoping to make it home before I did anything insane, like…
Maybe opening his pants and taking out his hard dick.
Kash groaned a little louder, but his eyes stayed on the road. “Please, Alec… I would never forgive myself if you got hurt because… I… Fuck…”
He sank a little deeper in his seat as I started stroking him, and I couldn’t get enough of the expression on his face. Kash was always in control of everything, nothing caused him to lose his cool, but at that moment? He clearly was torn between passion and panic.
I spread the pre-cum collecting on the tip, slicking him up a bit, and he groaned again.
“You’re so damn hot,” I muttered, well aware that I was enjoying having him literally in the palm of my hand.
One of his hands moved, covering mine, stopping me. His eyes were still focused out the front of the car, but his attention seemed split between me and the traffic. God, I should be listening to him, should stop what I was doing, but…
I pried his fingers from mine. “You drive us back to your place, and I’ll entertain myself while you’re doing that.”
Reluctantly he grabbed the wheel again, holding on with both hands, and in a bout of braveness, I leaned over and licked across the sensitive tip. “Focus,” I reminded him before deep-throating him as much as I dared.
“Alec…” My name was a desperate prayer and I started to suck. I trusted him, trusted him explicitly, even if I was the one distracting him as much as I was.
Twirling my tongue around him, I enjoyed learning all the little noises he made, and the way he trembled when I hit the right angle.
Suddenly his fingers were back in my hair and I realized the car had stopped. “Public parking lot, but there’s no one around, and I swear, Alec, you either stop or finish now. Those are the two options,” he growled, and I loved the weight of his hand on the back of my head.
There was only one choice I could make. I bobbed my head, less hesitant about everything now because we wouldn’t crash, and while he didn’t push me to do anything, he guided me up and down, moving his hips with his dick between my lips.
I alternated between holding on tightly and just loosely sucking him, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Replacing my mouth with my hand, I sat up again, stroking him while claiming his lips. He held onto me while fucking my tight grip, and I didn’t mind the least bit. I even felt smug, because… Baby Boy my ass.
“Are we in a hurry?” I asked against his lips.
He instantly nodded. “We are, because I want to press you up against my apartment wall and see how those bruises are healing.”
“Kash,” I scolded, mad at him for ruining the mood like that.
He rolled his eyes. “I want to see you naked, and I’ll use any excuse I can.”
That sounded much better. “You don’t need any, ‘cause I want the same. I want your marks on me, but first I want to make sure I drive you totally insane, so… Let me suck you off in the car. Right now. Right here.”
I leaned back down and Kash shook his head, but still gave me more room, scooting the seat back. “Do whatever makes you happy, Alec,” he muttered, but the resignation didn’t sound at all disappointed.
I took him between my lips again, this time using my hand to support my movements, and in the confines of the car his moans were the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
There was so much gay porn out there involving public exposure and I’d never considered myself a person to go for that, but with Kash I just hadn’t wanted to wait any longer, and the thought of someone seeing us…
Seeing how I managed to unravel someone as tightly wound as Kash? It gave me a kick I couldn’t begin to explain. My cock was leaking in my pants, and I reached into my jeans with my free hand, just needing some friction, but Kash slapped my hand away.
“I’ll take care of you later, handsome. So… God… Don’t… I… Alec, I have to move my hips. I’m trying my hardest not to, but I have to. Need to. Please,” he begged.
I cleared my throat around his dick and he whimpered.
“I’m gonna come, Alec. Please… I don’t want to… I… Holy shit, boy…” His hand was finally back in my hair and this time he didn’t hold back. I didn’t mind in the least, enjoying the way he fucked my mouth with quick jerks of his hips, and even then, I could feel the way he made sure he wouldn’t choke me.
One day I’d manage to make Kash let go, to forget everything. He wouldn’t be careful or considerate then.
Hell, in my mind he’d be rough and gentle at the same time, taking everything he needed because my body was the only thing that could give him the satisfaction he craved.
In my mind this spontaneous thing would be repeated often because he wouldn’t be able to resist me, and we’d be a steady thing.
However, right there in the car he still came spilling down my throat, and I lapped up every last drop, so ready for all those things in my mind to became an everlasting reality.
KASH
He sucked me dry and then licked his lips as if I’d fed him ice cream instead of cum. Drawing him onto my la
p, no matter how awkward and uncomfortable it was, I kissed him long and sweet, tasting myself on his lips.
“That was…unexpected,” I admitted and cupped his cheek. I needed to pack myself up again, and then take him back to my place because I wanted him naked in my bed. Hell, I’d take him bent over my sofa, all naked, all ready, but that suddenly didn’t seem like it was enough.
“It wasn’t baby-boy-like at all, huh?” he challenged, and I realized he felt as if he had to prove something.
“Alec…” I pressed my mouth to his again, mainly because I could, wanted to, and because I hoped it would minimize the irritation I felt inside of me. “You didn’t have to prove anything. You’re mature for your age, and that’s okay. You can be boyish, and that’s okay, too. The name just…stuck with me. It doesn’t say anything about you or what I think about you.”
He swallowed, lowering his eyes. “It does. Kash, you’ve been struggling with your attraction to me from the very first moment on, and don’t deny it. I’m… It’s why you started calling me that, and then… You didn’t really… I mean…”
I reached between us, feeling as if this talk definitely needed my cock back in my pants. “And then what?” I asked, resting my forehead against his.
“And then you called me Baby Boy to remind yourself of how young you consider me, didn’t you? All I wanted was to prove to you that I’m not so young. I may not be of age, but the age of consent is eighteen and—”
I shook my head, hoping to shut him up. “I’m still much older than you, and you’ve just found your freedom. Me reminding myself how young you are is for your sake, not mine. I’m living my life. I don’t need to experiment. I don’t need to see what’s out there, but…” I didn’t want to say my next words. We weren’t an item. We’d been on one date, which started out awkward to say the least, and I sure hoped there was going to be a repeat performance of that not so successful dinner, but…
Alec had everything still going for him. “You are handsome as hell, and a flirt when you want to be. You’ve just found yourself, found the person you may want to be for the rest of your life, and I think that person should have a chance to experience it all. That’s why I think…thought,” I corrected myself. I still was thinking that, but I also knew it was the last thing Alec wanted to hear while sitting in my lap after having given me one of the best blow jobs I’d ever had. “That’s why I thought reminding myself to stay away from you would be the best idea.”
I should have stayed away, yet my heart didn’t want to. My mind knew that this wasn’t going to end in us getting married. He was too young, and the world was too promising for someone as handsome and fun as him.
However, whatever he wanted to give me I’d take, for however long he was willing to be with me.
“I don’t need to try other guys, Kash. This date… I wanted it. I’ve been working on getting up the nerve to ask for it. Hell, have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?” His fingertips brushed across the scruff on my cheeks and I closed my eyes.
It was easy to fall into the trap his words created, easy to believe he meant those words forever when I knew he only meant them right now. And then, there was something else… “You don’t need to give me sexual favors just because you think that’s what I expect, or that’s what will tie me to you.”
I drew him closer, licking the seam of his lips until they parted, then I kissed him, teasing his tongue with mine until his taste filled my senses and calmed my heart. Everything about him was like a balm to my soul.
It was so addictive, I couldn’t help but think that maybe one day I’d be willing to love him. Maybe I’d make that decision and actively go for him.
He pulled back, his eyes hazy with lust, and yet there was fury there too. He pushed at my shoulders. “Did you ever stop to consider that maybe I sucked you off because I needed your dick in me any way I could get it right now? Kash, I’m not exactly a virgin, but with you I wouldn’t care if I was because I’d want to try it all with you. Top, bottom… I’m ready to find all my preferences with you because hell, Kash… You are hot as sin, and I haven’t seen anyone else since I first met you.”
He grabbed my jacket and I closed my eyes, wishing the small seeds of doubt weren’t taking root in my mind at just that moment.
“I should…” …take you back to my apartment and then we can see where this leads. It was the sentence I wanted to say, but my phone buzzed, and I knew it had to be someone from the team. No one else would message me on that number. I pulled out the phone, making sure Alec couldn’t catch the screen. No matter what it was, I didn’t want him worried or worse, ready to go back with me.
Sav: There’s a guy demanding entrance. Says he’s Alec’s father. Wants to see his ‘faggot’ of a son.
That was all. I had no doubt they’d be able to handle him, but if he was there that night he’d keep coming back until he saw Alec again, so I decided to go there and send him on his merry way tonight.
“There’s been an emergency at the club, Alec, and I need to go. Let me drop you off at home,” I whispered, wanting to kiss him again, but he turned his head away and crawled back into his seat.
“Alec?”
“You know the way,” he just replied drily and because I didn’t have the time to discuss anything, I nodded and started the car back up, hoping the douche would still be there when I arrived at the club.
ALEC
I should’ve shut up. I felt as if this was my fault, and the club emergency had played right into Kash’s hands. I bet he’d been wondering about how best to end our date, and it hadn’t helped that I’d been sitting on his lap, a bulge the size of Texas in my pants.
He dropped me off, reaching for me, but I shook free, thanked him for the food I never ate, and then marched up the stairs. Yes, I was being a stubborn child, but then he had called me that, right? Had pointed out how young I was, how much I should be experimenting.
The problem with my anger was that it didn’t dilute my lust. In fact, I had the feeling it gave the need inside of me a razor-sharp edge, and before I really thought about what I was doing, I was pulling MMore up on my cell. It was an app where you could meet like-minded people, enter the dark chambers of online flirtation, and hook-up if you wanted.
I didn’t allow myself to reconsider, clicking on the video chat icon for the first guy I considered somewhat hot, and a dick popped up right on screen. I approved.
“Grab it,” I ordered the faceless dick, and a hand with three rings on his long fingers wrapped around the girth. “Now, slowly up and down, boy.” I didn’t care how old or young he was or if he liked being ordered around. I was in the mood to be bossy, to be grown up, to make decisions.
I heard his raspy breath as he followed my orders and I finally took out my dick too, not caring if the guy saw my face or not. He was well-built from what I saw whenever his phone shifted with his movements, and it made me think Kash would look like that, all muscled valleys and plains.
Shaking my head to draw my thoughts away from the man who clearly didn’t want me enough to push through his issues, I focused back on the dick on screen.
“Slower… And spread some of the cum I see glistening on top of your dick. Squeeze yourself hard for me.”
And the guy did, a low moan escaping him. It was nothing like Kash’s had been.
God, I needed to stop with the obsessive thoughts. “Can you get your second hand free? I’d love to see you finger yourself,” I stated, not sure if I meant that or not. I just wanted to be distracted, to give someone else pleasure, someone who experienced that pleasure without thinking about my age.
Someone who wouldn’t regret what we shared.
“Sure can,” the faceless voice replied, and it was nice. I tried to recall the picture that had caused me to click on the chat in the first place, but all I could see was Kash.
The camera shifted and then I saw his ass on display, one finger teasing himself after he shifted onto his knees, presenting himself from beh
ind to the camera.
I was rock hard in a matter of seconds because I could see myself in that position. Hell, I’d been confident this had been where we’d headed in the car. I’d have knelt on the bed for Kash, held my ass open for him, letting him take what he wanted, wanting him to tease and prep me until I was coming just from that.
“Oh God, yes,” I groaned, closing my eyes. “More,” I stated, letting my fingers wander too, imagining they belonged to a certain head of security. I rimmed my tight ring, licking my fingers before returning them, breaching it with one digit.
The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever experienced, and I knew it was because the fantasy in my head was so strong. Hell, the pictures of me groaning and pleading with Kash were too easily conjured.
“Deeper,” I begged the not-really-there shadow, the fantasy in my head, and a low moan penetrated my haze. I opened my eyes and saw the guy on screen already had two digits in his ass. From the angle the phone was at now I saw something peeking out from under the pillow.
“Is that a dildo?”
“Y-yes,” he replied.
“Good. Slick it up and let me see you taking it.”
I had one, and I knew it had to be here somewhere, but I couldn’t get up now to search for it. I didn’t wait for the guy on screen to fulfill the order. Instead I returned to the scene playing in my head. Kash was kissing his way down my spine and I prayed he wouldn’t stop. In my head he didn’t, teasing my opening with his tongue and his fingertips until I was leaking onto his sheets. God, I knew if he’d push in deep enough and hit my prostate just a few times I’d come, hard.
“Oh my God, yes. So good,” the guy on screen announced.
“Yes,” I agreed to Kash’s voice in my head which had uttered the same words. “So close. So hot. Oh God, please.”
I didn’t know who I was begging to, or for what, but in my head Kash grabbed some lube, announcing I was ready. And I so was, for everything he was going to give me. I pushed another finger into my opening, groaning out loud. The feeling of being filled… I’d missed that, and as long as I could ignore that I was feeling my fingers instead of those long ones I’d watched all night, I knew I’d most likely be coming hands free.
