Cross the Line

“You feel so good.” He gripped my cock, palming the length until I was fully hard and throbbing beneath his hand. “Kian.” His nostrils flared as he looked down between us. “You-you…”

“Speechless, huh?” I attempted a smirk, but fuck, I was so lost in him. The look in his eyes, the feeling of fullness as he sank balls-deep into me, his hand on my cock. “I love you.” Reaching up, I pulled his head down to mine, kissing, biting, touching, and he responded while his lower body remained still, allowing me to get used to the feel of him inside me.

He kissed me harder, more desperately, but rolled his hips in a slow, careful movement.

“Don’t hold back,” I gasped, tearing my mouth from his. “Fuck me. Hard.” Reaching down, I gripped his ass, pulling him closer so there was no space between us. “I want to feel you so fucking deep that I can’t sit down tomorrow.”

I felt him shudder as he raised his body. “I can do that.” He swallowed thickly, then thrust his hips forwards. And again. And again. Then, he moved, changing the angle, and fuuuuck.

“More” was all I managed, as he nailed me in just the right place, the sensation almost unbearably good.

“So. Good,” he groaned, staring down at me with his pupils completely blown, as he pushed us both closer and closer to the edge. I clenched around him, and he pulsed inside me, his breath unsteady as he shook against my body. His hand jerked on my cock, and I moved my hand to join his, my cum shooting over both of our stomachs as he collapsed on top of me.

Running my fingers through his hair, still fucking shaking and breathless, I finally managed to regulate my breathing. He pressed closer to me, burying his face in my shoulder. “Fuck, man. I never. You. Kian.”

I tugged his head up so our lips could meet.

No more words were needed.

The lights of JFK Airp

ort glittered below us as the plane circled, moving lower in the sky as we drew closer to our destination. Preston gripped my hand, both of us craning our necks to watch the view below through the tiny plane window.

“Once we hit the road, it should only take us around an hour or so to get to my aunt’s house.” Preston repeated the information he’d already told me at least six times, but the excitement in his voice was contagious and I couldn’t help grinning.

I only had to turn my head slightly to line my mouth up with his ear. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

He shivered as I tugged his earlobe between my teeth, before releasing it. “Yeah, but I don’t mind you telling me again.” Our eyes met, and his humour died away. “I love you, too. So much.” Bringing his free hand to my face, he ran his thumb across my mouth, brushing over my lip ring, before he leaned forwards and kissed me softly.

His gaze returned to the window, drinking in his homeland, growing closer and closer beneath us.

As the plane taxied down the runway and came to a halt, he turned and smiled at me, his eyes shining brightly.

“Welcome to the USA. I can’t wait to show you everything.”

THE END