Cross the Line

“Yes. Please.”

Clasping his hand, I led him off the pitch.

Epilogue

THREE MONTHS LATER

“Back where it all began, huh? The first time I had you?” Kian backed me against the shower wall, his hands running down my chest, grinding his hard length against mine. We normally spent time alone at his house, since his parents were never around, but mine had flown back to the US for a visit and I planned to make the most of our night together. Kian and I would be joining them tomorrow for the latter part of their trip, but for tonight, we were all alone.

“Mmm. The first time you had me was technically in my bed.” My words ended on a groan, as he reached down between us to encircle both of our cocks, running his teeth along my jaw as the water rained down on his back.

“Details,” he panted, moving his hand faster. “Fuck, your cock feels so good against mine.”

My balls tightened as I spiralled closer to the edge, my head falling forwards to his shoulder, where I sank my teeth into him. Abruptly, he stopped and turned around in my arms, pushing backwards so my cock slid against his ass, making me stifle a groan.

“I want you.” Turning his head, he nipped at my jaw, and I ground against him as he reached his arm behind him to grip my ass, pulling me closer. “I want you to fuck me.” His voice was low and determined.

My mouth opened and closed a few times. We’d experimented with fingers, which, yeah, he’d become a big fan of, especially when I sucked his cock at the same time, but as far as anything else went, he’d only said that he wanted to work up to it. I’d never forced the situation. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” He hesitated. “Unless…do you have a preference?”

I dropped my head to his shoulder and kissed his wet skin. “Not really. Before y—”

In an instant, his hesitation was gone, and he growled, spinning around and pushing me back against the wall, his green eyes flashing. “There’s no before. Only me.”

“Damn, Kian. You’re so sexy when you get all possessive.” Gripping his ass, I yanked him into me, kissing him hard. Our teeth collided, tongues lashing, water raining down on both of us as we rebounded off the wall of the wet room.

“Fuck. Me. Right. Now.” Kian tore his mouth away, panting out the words, his eyes darkened to black as he stared at me, the water droplets clinging to his eyelashes and hair.

“Yes.”

Lying back on the bed, I drank in the sight of Preston lowering his head between my thighs, his lube-coated fingers gliding down to my ass. He paused, his mouth so close that I could feel his breath across the head of my cock, and looked up at me from beneath his lashes.

“If at any point you want me to stop, tell me, okay?”

I stared down at him. “I don’t want you to stop. If you don’t get your mouth on my cock in the next—”

My golden boy gave me the filthiest grin I’d ever seen, then enveloped my cock in his hot mouth, making me gasp. “Fuuuuck, yes.” My hips jerked up as I threw my head back, gripping onto his hair.

Working his fingers carefully into me, one at a time, he licked and sucked my erection, alternating the pace and pressure until I was thrusting up into his mouth, desperate for release. The pressure of his fingers inside me was so fucking good, but I needed more.

“Need your cock,” I rasped, tugging at his hair. “I’m gonna come before you get inside me.”

He raised his head and licked his swollen lips, his eyes heavy-lidded as he met my gaze. Raising himself up over my body, he slowly withdrew his fingers and lowered his head to flick his tongue across my lip ring. “Can I have you like this? I want to see your face.”

“However the fuck you want. Need you now.” My voice was thick with lust, the friction of his body against mine driving me wild. I’d wanted him like this for so long, it would kill me to wait any longer.

Going up onto his knees, he ran his hands down my thighs, before positioning me so my knees were bent with my legs up. “If you could see yourself right now…” He rolled on a condom, liberally covering it with lube, before sliding it across my hole. “I’m gonna go slow. Relax, okay?”

Then the head of his cock was at my entrance, and my breath caught in my throat as he began to move. There was a pressure as he pushed inside in slow increments, his muscles tensing as he held himself back from thrusting all the way in.

“Breathe,” he instructed me in a low voice. “You’re incredible. I love you so much.”

I breathed, trying to relax myself, but fuck, he was so big. Fingers hadn’t prepared me for the stretch and burn as he eased inside me.

“Breathe,” he repeated, keeping his eyes on mine. “You doing okay?”

“It…I’m gonna feel it tomorrow, but don’t stop.”