He looks at me for a moment.
"I think if you're okay with doing it again, I'm good," he says. "But only if you're cool."
Fuck, if this were a girl, we'd be talking about feelings and shit.
But it's two fucking guys.
Two fucking alpha men who have their way with women on a regular basis who just ended up having sex while another woman was present.
"I think I'm cool," I tell him and he smiles.
He comes closer and his arms brush over chest I can tell he's going to kiss me and I wonder if we're going to have sex in the kitchen now. Maybe we should go get Karen.
But no, we
probably wore that poor girl out. It's a wonder if she's able to fucking walk in the morning. Besides, I wouldn't mind some alone time with Daniel. Make up for all the times that we never saw each other.
We just stand there, looking into each other’s eyes, and it’s like time has stopped around us, as if we’re in a reality of our own. I’m holding my breath now, my gaze shifting to his lips. The tension is building up in the air around us, and you can almost hear the electricity crackle and pop around us. It’s like a standoff - nobody wants to be the one taking the first step.
Well, fuck it.
I lean into him, slowly, and I brush my lips against his. My eyelids droop as I feel his mouth on mine; before I know it, I’m pushing my tongue inside his mouth, running it in soft circles and savoring him. My hands go to hips and my heart starts racing fast. I know, we’ve fucked before, but this time it’s different: now it’s all in the open. There are no more secrets or unspoken words - we both know what we want, and there’ll be no pussyfooting around it.
Boiling blood is already making its way to between my legs, and I can feel my cock becoming as hard as a fucking slab of concrete. I slide my hand around his waist then, stretching my fingers wide and laying my palm over his crotch. His shape is already tenting his boxer briefs, but I can still feel it grow against my fingers as it becomes harder. I always thought I was the shit because of my big cock, but my stepfather matches me inch by inch. Maybe that’s why I feel so fucking attracted to him - genius recognizes genius, and all that fucking jazz.
We’re still kissing, our tongues dancing around one another at a frantic pace, and it seems that. with each second we keep doing it, the desire I feel right now grows and grows until I almost lose my fucking mind. I curl my fingers around his cock, feeling his thickness pulse steadily against me, and I start moving my hand up and down, stroking him over the fabric of his boxers. Thank God he’s almost naked right now - it’s going to save me some time.
"Fuck, Colt," he tells me as we pull back from each other, his cock hardening so much you could use it to rip diamonds apart, "I never thought I’d be this hard for a guy."
"Well, I’m not just any guy," I tell him, grinning, and then place both my hands on his chest and push him until his ass is pressed against the kitchen counter. Taking one step toward him, I close the distance between us and press my body against his, taking my mouth to his neck and biting down on his skin. He groans, the sound of his deep voice making its way toward my brain and making me even crazier for his cock. Tangling my fingers on his hair, he then pushes my head back and I just look into his eyes, feeling all that coiled lust inside of me ready to spring free.
"You know why I couldn’t sleep?," he says, placing one hand on my naked chest and sliding it down to my abs, feeling their ridges and deep carved lines with his fingertips. "I was thinking of this," he continues, moving his hand over the hem of my basketball shorts and flattening the palm of his hands over my cock.
"Now you can do more than just think about it," I tell him, and there’s a flicker of unrepentant lust in his eyes.
"That’s right," he whispers, pushing me back so that there’s enough space between the two of us. Never taking his eyes out of mine, he lowers himself until his knees are on the tiled floor of the kitchen. "I can do so much more." Hooking his fingers on the hem of my shorts, he starts pushing them down my legs slowly, only stopping when the fabric drops to my feet. I step out of the shorts holding my breath, my cock so fucking hard it’s a wonder I haven’t passed from lack of blood in the brain.
"Fuck," I groan as he brushes one fingertip over the gigantic shape tenting my boxer briefs. He traces the contour of my cock, moving his slowly from the root to the tip, and then he goes back down again. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, my body becoming so tense you could bounce a quarter off my abs.
Then, acting fast, Daniel flattens the palm of his hand against my cock again, the pressure of his fingers on me so fucking maddening that I almost start moaning like a fucking girl. He starts rubbing my cock over my boxers, and I reach for the wall and place one hand there for support. Even my knees are growing weak. Fuck, is this what it feels like to be swept off your feet? Jesus fuck, I sound like Sleeping fucking Beauty.
"Tell me what you want me to do," he asks me, looking at me with a devilish grin on his lips. We both know what’s going to happen, but he still wants to hear me say it. And, fuck, I’ll say it.
"Your mouth," I groan as he curls his fingers around my cock harshly. "I want my cock in your mouth," I add, my hands darting to his head. I run my fingers through his hair, gritting my teeth as the pressure of his fingers intensity. "And don’t make me fucking beg, ‘cause I won’t," I continue, looking down at him with a smile.
"You don’t need to beg. Your cock is already doing it for you," he grins back at me, finally letting go of my shaft and grabbing my boxer briefs. He pauses for a second, his eyes locked on mine, and then just tugs viciously on the last piece of clothing on my body. The fabric slides down my legs easily, and my cock springs free so eagerly that it almost slaps him across the face.
"You know," he whispers, reaching my shaft with his index finger and laying his fingertip against my skin. His touch so soft I can barely feel it, he slides his finger up from the root to the tip of my cock. "I was impressed you were this big… You’re almost as big as me."
"Yeah, fuck no. I’m bigger," I shoot back, breathing through my gritted teeth as he keeps on teasing me, using his fingertip to torture me mercilessly.
"I guess I’ll have to take your measurements then," he whispers, moving his finger down to my balls and then cupping them. Fuck, I never thought that I’d see the day where I’ll be this fucking excited to be measuring dicks. "With my mouth," he adds, his grin widening at the same rate my heart picks up the pace.
I kick off my boxers, finally standing completely naked in front of Daniel, and my eyes focus on his lips. I just want to fucking ram my cock past his lips and drive it deep inside his mouth. But, somehow, he’s dictating the pace and I don’t want to take the lead. Sure, he’s fucking torturing me - but I’m loving every second of it.
"Do it," I tell him, grabbing at his but still refraining from pulling him into me. He looks up at me and, without saying a word, starts leaning in; he parts his lips slightly, slowly reaching with the tip of his tongue for my cock. Before he touches it, he tilts his head sideways and brushes the tip of his tongue against the side of my shaft. Without taking his eyes off mine, he licks my shaft down to its root, and then goes back up until his tongue is circling my tip.
Unable to restrain myself any longer, I try and pull him toward me - and he doesn’t fight back. He lowers himself willingly, parting his lips and wrapping them around the tip of my cock. I sigh heavily as I feel the warmness in his mouth, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. I never thought that coming back to my hometown would turn my life upside down: first Karen, and now Daniel. Jesus fucking Christ, I really can’t keep it inside my pants.