Page 67 of Catching Kyle

Chapter 26

Kyle Weaver

Iwaketoawarm body pushing against me. My eyes shoot open, and I see the vague outline of Michael’s head just in front of me.

“Christ,” I say, and squeeze him tighter, pressing my lips against the back of my head. Still asleep, he nuzzles himself into me.

And that’s when I freeze.

I didn’t try to push Michael out of my bed. I didn’t jump out of the bed either. No. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled himcloserto me.

How in the hell am I supposed to choose football over him now?

He stirs in bed, rubbing his ass into my dick. And after running my mind over all that we just did, I’m rock hard. Again.

Asleep, he shifts his ass so my hard cock goes right between them. And I get uncomfortable. I shift away from him. Not because I don’t want to do what we did again. I absolutely want to do that again, and again, and again. But he’s not awake. I won’t do anything to him if he’s not conscious to agree.

But then he reaches around, grabs my dick, and puts it right back where it was.

“I see you’re awake,” I say into his neck.

“Feelingyouwoke me up,” he says, wiggling into me. God, I’m already so hard for him.

“Sorry,” I say, wrapping around him.

“No need for apologies,” he says, grabbing my hand and kissing it. And then he does the unthinkable and sticks my thumb deep into his mouth.

I groan and hump his ass, but this time he pulls away from me.

“That’s your punishment,” he says. “For saying sorry.”

“You give your ass back to me,” I grunt into his ear.

He starts sucking my thumb again, this time just like he sucked my dick. Using all my strength, I pull him close to me. And this time, he doesn’t pull away.

“Put it in,” he commands, his mouth still around my thumb. And he doesn’t have to tell me twice.

When I feel his sweet tightness, I roll my eyes in pleasure. This could be mine. For life. The conversations. The sex. His sweetness. Everything.

I pull all the way out, then I thrust back in. He whimpers. He’s still lubed up from earlier. From the silicon and my cum.

“Oh, I got you now,” I say.

He sucks my thumb harder and nods.

I pull it all out again, then thrust it back in, relishing his moan each time. And I do it until I can’t bear to not be inside him anymore. His arm is moving rhythmically, and I can tell he’s stroking himself. Good. I love to know I’m pleasuring him.

“Good boy,” I say into his ear. “Don’t cum until I say.”

He keeps sucking, but I know he’s heard me.

I thrust harder, so hard that Michael lets go of my thumb.

“Oh, I can’t hold it,” he says. “I can’t.”

And hearing those words sends me over the edge. We both reach our peak, whimpering and groaning. He clasps my arms, almost distressed.

“I’m here, Michael,” I say into his neck. “I’m here.”