Cross the Line

“Kian,” I called out as I ducked through the archway and onto the small sliver of beach on the other side. “Kian?”

A dark shadow materialised from the rock face, and then I was pushed back against the cliff, and Kian’s lips descended on mine, hard and hungry.

7

Preston froze in shock for a second but recovered almost instantly. His smoothly shaven skin grazed against my own rough stubble as our mouths collided, his lips confidently stroking over mine, firm and sure.

From the first taste, I wanted more.

I attacked him with aggressive need, my lust for him out of control now I’d stopped fighting against it. My cock was like steel against his rigid length as we ground our bodies against one another.

“Fuck.” I tore my mouth away, my heart pounding. “Preston.”

“You want to stop?” He stared at me, doubt entering his hypnotic blue eyes.

“Fuck, no.”

“Good. Because I want to do this.” He gripped my jaw and brought my face to his. Sparks of heat shot straight to my dick as he dragged his tongue over my lip piercing, then took my bottom lip between his teeth.

“I’ve been wondering how that lip ring would feel against my cock.”

The low timbre of his voice sent a shudder of lust through me, and I stifled a groan. Everything he was saying and doing was driving me completely fucking insane.

“I want you.” I pressed my body into his, my mouth on his neck, sucking hard enough to break the skin and leave my mark there. It wasn’t enough. My hands fumbled at the buckle of his belt as I released my mouth from his neck, panting against him as his hand slid under my clothes, raking his fingers over the ridges of my abs.

“Kian…fuck.” His tortured moan as I undid his jeans gave me confidence.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m gonna try my hardest to make you feel so fucking good.” I pushed his jeans down and gripped his cock through his boxers.

He hissed, sinking his teeth into my neck, his control slipping as I gave his cock an experimental stroke. It was kind of weird touching a dick from this angle, but I went with what I knew I liked, figuring he’d tell me if I did anything wrong. Easing down his boxers, I took his cock in my hand again. His hands went to my jeans, but I shook my head. “I want to concentrate. If you touch me, I’m gonna blow my load.”

He groaned, his head falling back against the rock behind him, and I latched onto his neck again, sucking and licking over his skin as I stroked him up and down, slow and sure. “I’ve never touched another guy’s dick before.”

A low rumble of laughter escaped him, before he groaned again. “Don’t stop. Damn, Kian. You drive me crazy.”

“The feeling’s mutual.” Bringing someone else pleasure never felt so good. He thrust up into my hand, and I increased the pace a little. I felt him stiffen, and then he came with a roar, hot jets of cum covering my hand and soaking my hoodie.

“Shit, sorry.” Breathing heavily, he stared down between us.

“No big deal.” I shrugged, stepping back from him and tugging my hoodie off. “Use it to clean up if you want.”

“You’re so sexy.” His eyes trailed down my body, and my cock pounded against my jeans. “Can I touch you?”

“You’re asking for my permission now, after you not only pinned me up against the wall, twice, but came all over my hand?” I raised a brow, and he gave me a lopsided grin as he buttoned up his jeans.

“Yeah. Better late than never, huh?”

Swallowing hard, I stared him straight in the eyes, deadly serious. “I really, really fucking want you to touch me. Show me your skills, Golden Boy.”

His grin faded. He took the hoodie from my hands, tossing it to the ground. “Get ready to have your mind blown.”

“I’m hearing a lot of talk, but not seeing any action,” I taunted him, and his eyes darkened as he moved closer. He licked across the metal of my lip ring again, pulling me to him.

“I can feel how much you want me.” He thrust his hips against mine, both of us breathing hard as he ran his hands down my chest and over my abs, stopping at the top of my jeans. His fingers made quick work of undoing them, and finally, he freed my aching cock, and wrapped his hand around me.

At his first touch, I groaned, bucking into his hand. “Harder.”

“How about this instead?” He claimed my mouth with a savage kiss.