Page 62 of Catching Kyle

“You sure you—”

“Are you ready—”

With both interrupt each other, then laugh.

“Yes, I want this,” I say. “Do you still?”

“Yes,” he says, nodding.

He guides my shaft to his hole, then slides the tip in. Pleasure rings throughout my body.

“God almighty,” I say, as his hole slowly engulfs my dick. “You feel—Christ that’s good.”

He grimaces for a moment, taking my girth, then relaxes and smirks. “Looks like the tables have turned again.”

I let out a shaky laugh, the tightness of his hole making me dizzy. “That’s what you think—gnah,”

He lifts himself up, then presses himself down as deep as he can. He stretches upward like a cat, and both of us moan in pleasure as my dick reaches the deepest part of him.

He looks down, and I stare up at him, defeated.

“Yeah,” I admit. “You’ve got me beat.”

He grabs both of my pecs like handles. “Doesn’t surprise me.”

I furrow my brow. “Surprise? Ahhhh.”

He cuts me off with another buck of his ass, but I can’t complain.

“Let me take it from here,” he says.

And I couldn’t even protest if I wanted.

Michael raises his ass up and down, using my chest as his handles. My pleasure is so great I have to clench my fists to keep myself from cumming. I can’t let myself go that fast.

He gazes deep into my eyes, and I surprise myself by staring right back. In the past, I’ve usually looked away or had my eyes shut during sex, especially with women. I needed to conjure my own fantasies to get off.

But I don’t even think I’m blinking. There’s not a drop of Michael I want to miss.

He lowers his face to me, still fucking himself with my dick. When he’s just above my face, we both hit an angle that makes pleasure shoot through my body like lightning.

“Oh my god,” I say, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. I pull him down onto me, adding to his own force. “Don’t you stop.”

He smiles and presses his lips against mine. Then he doubles his speed, and I nearly lose my breath.

“I’m gonna suck that load right out of you, Kyle Weaver,” he rasps out.

“Oh man,” I say, euphoric heat blazing in my groin. “I can’t hold it back.”

He kisses me deep, his tongue searching my mouth.

And then I explode into him, practically wailing into his mouth. And the climax itself feels like an eternity. I shake, my fingers digging into his shoulders, pressing him as far down onto me as I can. I want to make sure every bit of me is inside him.

He pulls away and wipes away some of my sweat-soaked hair off my forehead. I take a deep breath and take in all the musk in the room. Damn, we made the room stink.

Michael slides himself off and then burrows himself into my side. I wrap my arm around him and stroke his belly.

“I’ll give you a little break,” he says. “But it’s my turn now.”