Cross the Line

“Lie back and you’ll find out.”

I’d never seen him move so fast. One minute he was in front of me, the next he was on the bed, head propped on the pillows, staring at me with hungry eyes.

My hard-on was really fucking painful at this point, but I ignored it for now. If I got my way, I’d be fucking him sooner rather than later. Kneeling on the bed, I took his cock in my hand, hearing a strangled curse slip past his lips. I lowered my head, taking my time to prolong the torture, and his hand fisted the sheet next to him. Once again, I didn’t have any experience, but I had confidence in the way he reacted to everything I was doing to him.

I took a slow, experimental lick across the tip, tasting his salty flavour for the first time. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hips jerking up. Drawing back, I looked up at him staring down at me, and I smiled.

“Do you have any lube?”

His eyes widened, and his teeth dug into his bottom lip. He nodded, and I gave one, slow, glide of my hand along his cock, then released it. “Give it to me.”

Rolling to the side, he fumbled in his bedside drawer, handing me a plastic bottle with a pump dispenser. I coated my fingers, noting the way he was watching every movement like a hawk, his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths.

I lowered my head again, and this time I dragged my lip over the head of his cock, the smooth metal of my piercing sliding across his sensitive tip.

“Kian.” His tortured plea went straight to my dick, and I shifted position, lowering my head to encompass more of him in my mouth while my hand went to my own erection. I tentatively flattened my tongue on the underside of his shaft, and he bucked his hips again, sending his cock to the back of my mouth. Drawing back, I suppressed the urge to cough and then went in again, taking more of him into my mouth, using his reactions to guide me. I gripped my dick, stroking up and down, and Preston moaned again. “This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Your mouth around my cock while you touch yourself.” His legs stiffened. “Fuck, I don’t think I can—”

I released him, sitting up, and he stared down at me, his eyes wild. “What are you doing?”

“Experimenting.” I smirked, and he glared at me. Yeah, he didn’t like that very much. I leaned over him to lightly bite his jaw, and then he suddenly flipped us both so he was lying on top of me, our bodies pressed together.

“You’re infuriatingly sexy,” he rasped in my ear, rocking against me. Shifting lower down my body, he kissed his way down my neck and onto my chest, where he tugged my nipple between his teeth, making me hiss. He released it, kissing lower and lower, his tongue dragging over the ridges of my abs. “I’m obsessed with this, right here.” His fingers went to the small trail of dark hair that led to my cock, and he stroked downwards, wrapping his hand around my hard length. Fuck.

He slowly pumped his hand up and down, then took me into his mouth and lightly gripped my balls.

“Fucking hell, Golden Boy.” Now I was the one bucking my hips into his mouth, and a gleam of satisfaction entered his eyes as he worked his mouth over me. With an effort, I took a handful of his hair between my fingers and tugged.

He released me, raising a brow. “Problem?”

“Lie back. I want to try something.” I added another generous pump of lube to my fingertips, and when he was lying flat on his back, I crawled between his spread legs. “How would you feel about me doing this?” Sliding my finger into his crease, I pressed it against his hole.

His mouth fell open, and I took that as assent, pushing my finger inside in tiny, slow increments. Fuck, he was tight. I had zero experience with this, but I did know that if I wanted my cock to fit inside him, he needed to be ready.

A string of curse words fell from his lips as I eased my finger inside him, and I lowered my head to his cock, taking him into my mouth again. His hands came down to grip my hair, and he stroked his fingers over my scalp.

“You’re incredible.” He swallowed thickly. “Your finger feels so good. And your mouth. I want more.”

Slowly, carefully, I eased another finger inside, waiting for him to relax again before I started to move them. I lifted my head from his cock. “Is this okay? Am I hurting you?”

“It stings a bit, but it feels so fucking good,” he panted, his grip on my hair tightening. I worked my fingers inside him, stretching him out. His low moans and pants filled the room, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I need my cock inside you. Now.”

His eyes met mine, his expression tortured. “You don’t know how much I want you in me, but I don’t want to rush this.”

“I want it. I want you.” I withdrew my fingers almost all the way, then thrust them in again. The lube and the work I’d done stretching him out helped my fingers to slide in easily this time, and he gasped as I pushed them all the way in.

“Yes. Right there.” His eyes rolled back. “Fuck me, please.”

Finally.

Prepared with a condom and lube, I took a moment to appreciate the sight of Preston sprawled against the sheets, hot and ready for me. Leaning over him, I ran my hands over his thighs, his muscles tense under my palms. “Ready?” He nodded. “Get on your knees, Golden Boy.”

I positioned myself behind him, running my hands over his spread ass. His powerful back arched, muscles flexing as he supported himself on his hands and knees. “I’m gonna make us both feel so fucking good,” I promised, aligning the head of my cock with his hole.

“Go slow.” His voice was a hoarse whisper.

I pushed forwards, meeting the resistance of his body, but he rocked backwards, taking the tip inside.