Prelude (On My Knees Duet 0.5)

Vance steps closer. “It’s okay.” The words are quiet. “Sometimes it’s better with a stranger. And I’m clean. I just got tested. What about you?”

I watch his hand smooth repeatedly over his cock, which is pointed toward the hemline of his soft pants. He’s breathing heavy, just from what he’s doing to himself. He’s breathing heavy at the thought of what the two of us could do together.

When he steps closer, my eyes shut of their own accord. I stand statue still while he unbuttons my shorts—as if my inaction makes me blameless. Then he reaches inside, pulling the elastic of my briefs away from my abs, and I groan as his big, warm hand closes around the head of my cock. With his other hand, he reaches into his pants and starts stroking himself.

His fist tightens around my shaft. “So big.” His lips are curved into a smirk. I can see his nipples through the cotton of his borrowed shirt.

As he’s working me, I feel my balls draw up and my cock swell tighter, like I might come in his hand right here and now. I take a step back, and he lets me go. I can’t help picking up where he left off, though—stroking myself.

“I know you want it.” His murmured voice is low and rough with need. He puts a hand on my shoulder and walks me back against the fridge. Then he rubs his cock against mine as he drags his stubble-sharpened cheek against my smooth one and leans down to kiss my throat.

His mouth is hard. The kisses hurt. Chills crawl over my skin. I can’t help a low groan.

“I’ve been wanting to do that all night.” He kisses under my jaw, but it’s more bite this time. Oh God, I can’t help it—I go for his erection, pushing his hand aside so I can stroke it. He takes his pants down as I work him.

Whoa. He’s perfect. Long and hard, with nice, heavy balls and a suckable, plum-shaped head. He’s watching me watch him. He’s grinning. “You like that?”

“Yes.”

His hands make quick work of my pants and briefs, pushing both down to my knees so he can rub his dick against mine.

I moan as my balls firm up and precum beads at my tip. His free hand comes down to cup my sac. He rolls gently, and I swallow a groan.

“I like these,” he whispers. “Nothing better than a big cock with big balls.”

His eyes hold mine. His gaze is heady with desire. Seeing how much he wants me makes me want to bend him over here and now and have my way with him.

Then his lips are pressed hard over mine, his tongue sliding into my mouth. We’re kissing, and it’s like nothing I’ve felt before. His lips, his teeth, his body, his sex—all so hard, so hot. He rolls his hips so our erections rub. His hand captures them both, pressing our tips together. I can’t stop groaning. I reach for his hair, pulling him closer, and he grunts as his hand strokes me.

Our kisses grow more frantic, our hands flying over each other. I feel like my body’s on fast-forward. My mind’s a fog. Dark pleasure gathers low down in my belly. I can feel his building, too. His sex thickens and swells until it’s pointing toward his navel.

When I catch his eyes on my face, his mouth bent into a crooked smile, I drop down on my knees in front of him.

“Grip the counter, Vance.” He leans over me and does just that—and I suck him into my mouth. Oh, God. I trace my tongue around the rim of his tip, and I feel his legs sway.

“Oh yeah…”

I run my fingertips over his swollen balls and wrap my tongue around his cockhead. I inhale slowly and then take as much of him as I can. I feel a tremor in his strong thighs.

“Ahh fuck.” His hand grips my hair. I swallow him a little deeper, and he tugs my hair. “Oh fuck.” I suck him harder, pressing my cheeks around him until he’s groaning. I think of what I like—of what I would like—and give him another suck, stroking his warm balls as I run my tongue around his tip.

It’s a strange sensation: my throat so full I’m almost gagging, my wet mouth melded around his cock. He’s hard and smooth all at once. He feels so long—too long. Every time I take him deep, I have to swallow slowly. Tears of strain well in my eyes.

Even as I struggle with him, my own cock grows tighter, harder, heavier. I throb each time he does, shared momentum making me thrust my hips in time with his.

His hand slips from the counter and clutches my forehead as I ease his dick partway out and swallow it back down again. I tighten my mouth around the base of him—or somewhere near the base; he’s so long, I don’t think I’ve got him all in my mouth—and he yanks my hair.