He Made Me Stay

“Getting in your birthday suit?” he asks, his lips quirking up on one side.

“My boyfriend promised to make love to me,” I tease back.

Boyfriends.

Better than a thing.

Boyfriends are everything.

I completely strip down and then stroke my dick. His green eyes are burning with intensity as he watches. I’ve wanted to have sex with him for weeks now, but he’s insisted I’m not ready for him yet. When I was with Henry, I bottomed and I liked it. It’s been a while, though, and Kit has just spent our time together prepping me for this moment.

I’m more than prepped.

I’m aching and eager for him.

“Sit down on the bed,” he murmurs, his voice husky. “I want to suck you off first.”

A grin tugs at my lips. I’m more than eager to obey his command. Kit might be shorter than me, but he’s the more confident of the two of us. He thrives on taking control of any situation. With us, he leads us where we want to go, but he’s gentle about it.

It’s one of the things I love about him.

“What?” Kit asks as he approaches, peeling off his T-shirt.

I groan when I skim my gaze down his chest, marveling at how lickable he always is. “You’re so hot.”

“That’s your ‘Kit is a stud’ look,” he says with a laugh. “But the one before wasn’t.”

“That was my ‘I’m in love with this guy’ look.”

Kit kneels before me, looking up with an expression that threatens to make my heart explode. “Hmm, does it look like this one?”

He loves me too.

“Absolutely,” I breathe.

Our mouths meet for a quick kiss and then he’s pulling away to kiss me elsewhere. My chest. My stomach. My thighs. My dick.

His lips wrap around my thickness and he eagerly swallows me down his tight, hot throat. I’m insanely desperate for everything he’ll give to me. I caress his scalp and toy with his curls as he gives me a blowjob that sets my soul on fire. It doesn’t take much attention from his tongue before I’m coming with a grunt. He swallows me down and then pops off, rewarding me with a sinful smile.

“Get on the bed,” he rumbles, frantically yanking at the button on his cargo pants.

I scoot back, eagerly watching him undress. Once he has his insulin pump unclipped and in his hand after fully undressing, he climbs into bed with me, sitting on his knees between my parted thighs.

“Supplies,” he murmurs, nodding to the end table. “Hurry, Jasper. My dick needs to be inside you.”

My hands shake with excitement as I grab the lube and a condom. He rips open the foil before sheathing his length. Then, he uncaps the lube to pour it on his fingers. He rubs it all over his cock and then slicks his slippery fingers over my hole. I clench in anticipation.

“Relax, quark.”

I smile and then ease the tension in my muscles. His finger slips inside with only a pinch of discomfort. As much as I’d begged for him to fuck me, I’m glad we’ve been working up to it. He drives his finger in and out of me until I’m ready for another one. With each thrust of his fingers, he stretches and readies my body. My dick jolts back to life when he rubs against my prostate.

“Too much,” I groan, reaching to grab my hardening dick.

“Nothing you can’t handle.” He flashes me a wicked grin. “I want to see you come again before I’m inside of you.”

His words are filthy and I love them. I shamelessly yank at my dick in tandem with the way he presses against my prostate. Each rub and nudge has me flying closer to the edge.

“I’m going to—” My words are cut short as I moan with my abrupt orgasm. Cum shoots up my stomach, soaking my flesh.

Kit’s eyes are filled with delight as he runs his fingers through my cum. In a dirty way that makes me fall harder for this guy, he starts rubbing my cum all over his dick until it’s covered with my release. It’s so fucking hot. I want to suck every last bit of myself off him, but he’s already on the move. Pressing the tip of his hard cock against my hole. Easing into me. I suck in a breath when our eyes meet. His are filled with love and passion and the thrill of having me this way. I grab the back of his neck, pulling him to me for a searing kiss. His dick drives into me inch by blissful inch until he’s fully seated.

“Oh, fuck,” Kit murmurs. “You feel amazing.”

“So do you.”

We kiss hard, but he thrusts into me gently. Almost like he’s teasing me. When I can’t take it anymore, I resort to begging.

Harder. Harder. Harder.

He begins to lose control, thrusting into me with more power than before, his movements erratic and uneven. Sweat drips from him, splashing me like drops of rain.