Page 27 of Catching Kyle (Football Heartthrobs #1)

Michael Cunningham

“Sit on my face.”

Kyle looks at me like I said ‘ shit on my face’. “What?”

“You heard me,” I say, stroking his hairy belly.

“But I’ll crush you.”

“Again,” I say. “ That’s the point. ”

“But I stink.”

“What?” I ask. “Are you one of those ‘straight’ guys who don’t wipe?”

He scowls. “Who do you think I am? Of course I clean up. I’m a freak about that stuff.”

I shrug. “Then what’s the problem?”

He wipes the sweat off his neck. “I’m sweatier than I am after most practices,” he says. “I’m not gonna smell like roses.”

I almost swoon. “What part of ‘that’s the point’ don’t you understand?”

He rubs the bridge of his nose, and if it wasn’t so dark, I could see his face going red.

“I won’t pressure you,” I say. “I can get off another way.”

“No,” he says. “I want to do it because you want to. But I just don’t want to gross you out. Or scare you off.”

Kyle always knows how to prick my chest. Everything he says and does makes me believe more and more that he wants a relationship with me. Why else would he care so much about keeping me around ?

“I don’t get it, anyways,” he says.

I prop myself up on my elbow to see him better. “Don’t get what?”

“Ass eating,” he says, scratching his big thigh. He places his hand on my thigh, and the sheer size of it almost spans the biggest muscle of my body.

“What’s there to get?”

He gently pulls on some of my hairs. Rain is still falling steadily outside, like an applause. “I don’t know. It’s really intimate. Getting up in somebody like that. I know your videos have a lot of it, but it’s just like… ‘hey, I’m up in the part of your body that’s the grossest. And I like it’.”

“Yeah, I get it,” I say. “Like I said, we don’t have to.”

He tightens his grip around my thigh. I glance up at him, and his face has hardened. “I told you I want to do this.”

I roll over, laying half my body on him. I kiss his nipple, then rest my head on his pec. “Then tell me what’s holding you back.”

He’s silent.

“Is it that it’s ‘too gay’ and doing it is like the last step to admitting it to yourself?”

His chest shakes with a short laugh. “I know I’m gay, Michael.”

I gently nod, joy suffusing my body in the form of butterflies. I give his pec a gentle kiss. At the very least, he’s not in denial. Which gives us a solid chance.

“You said earlier that you trusted me,” he says. “Letting you inside me that way means that I would trust you.”

My heart feels like it’s coiling up in my chest. “Do you think you can’t trust me?”

He looks me in the eye and strokes my drying hair. I practically rub into his touch like a cat being pet.

“I think I can,” he says. “But I want to make sure.”

My chest still coiled up, I hold my breath for his answer.

“I know my situation sucks,” he says. “But if we’re going to do this.

Not just have sex but date. Get to know each other.

Have a partnership. I want to give us— you— the chance we deserve.

I don’t know what I’m doing yet—if I’m coming out or sticking with football—but I won’t give up on you just when it gets hard.

I’ll be with you until I absolutely cannot be, if we have to split at all.

” He sighs. “I need the same commitment from you.”

I put my hand around him, pulling us closer together. He puts his hand on my shoulder, pulling lightly on some of the hairs there.

I can’t deny it anymore. Kyle wants to be in a relationship.

And he’s going to try. To demand an answer about our future from him now would be unfair.

And with how much I like him, it would be unfair to myself to say ‘no’ to this.

I promised myself I wouldn’t date emotionally unavailable men, but Kyle is being the most available he can possibly be. And that’s enough.

I prop myself up higher so our faces are level, and my hand traces up his stomach, past his chest to cheek. I rub my thumb through his beard. I close the distance and plant a gentle kiss on his lips. And he physically shivers.

“As a pornstar I worried you’d be all physical,” he says. “But you can make my whole body electric with just a kiss. That’s magic.”

“There’s more to love than sex,” I say, enjoying the smoothness of his beard.

He places the back of his hand on my chest and strokes my nipple with his knuckles, which feels almost as good as it is intimate.

“And there’s more to this,” he says, gesturing between us. “Than love. Meaning even with love we might not work out. But if it does, we’ll need to be committed to each other. Supportive. Understanding. Monogamous—old-fashioned, I know.”

I smile. “It’s what I prefer, too,” I say. “I can give up OnlyFans for you.”

He kisses my forehead. “Thank you,” he says earnestly. “The thought of you with someone else feels like someone is pouring lava on my chest.”

“Ouch,” I say, kissing his cheek. “I don’t want that.”

He sighs contentedly. “So what do you say?”

I trace my hand down his belly, twirling a patch of long hair around my finger.

Every relationship has risks. Any relationship can go south. I mean, look at me and David. I thought he was my soulmate, and he nearly tore me to pieces.

The risk in this relationship with Kyle is no different.

He may decide to continue on with his football career.

Or he may decide to stay with me. It’s fifty-fifty, at the end of the day.

Those aren’t the best odds, but Kyle Weaver is so much more than a hot guy or nice philanthropist. He’s a sweet, thoughtful man who loves to read and is willing to love what I read.

He’s willing to have hard conversations, and he’s willing to treat me far better than any other guy I’ve ever dated. And he’s got a killer dick.

“Let’s do it,” I say.

Kyle turns and reaches his arm over me. I fall into the bed, and before I know it, he has his entire weight on me, his lips pressed against mine. And I’m in heaven.

He slowly stops, then rolls over onto my side, his arms still wrapped around me. Like a giant teddy bear.

Contended, I close my eyes, ready to…

“Hold on,” he says.

I shoot my eyes open. “What’s wrong?”

“We still gotta get you off,” he says.

A smile widens on my face, and my stomach flutters from excitement. “You’re right,” I say. “Are you sure you still want to do it?”

“Now that we trust each other, hell yeah,” he says. “Only think I’ve had my ass eaten once or twice though.”

I widen my eyes. “I’m not the first? Damn.”

“Yeah, it was another player in college,” he says. “But if you eat ass as good as you suck dick, there’s no competition.”

I lick my lips. “Well let’s show you how good I am.”

He grins, sitting up. “How do you want me?”

I lay down flat on the bed, then tap my shoulders. “Face that way,” I say pointing toward his bedroom door. “And don’t literally crush me. But be generous.”

He laughs, and this time I can see his blush. “Alright.” He stretches one leg over me, giving me a perfect view of his hairy ass. One of his ass cheeks is bigger than my head alone, and his thighs are even thicker. Then he lowers himself onto me.

In between his cheeks, I inhale deeply. “Oh my god. ”

He pauses. “Are you good?”

“Now I’m literally in heaven,” I say. I take another deep breath, taking in his musk, sending chills down my spine.

I used to be ashamed of how much I like ‘dirty’ smells, like ass or armpit.

And then I got over myself. Better to spend a life happy than ashamed for no reason.

Man smell—especially this man’s smell—arouses me more than anything else.

“You really like that,” he says, relaxing onto my face. “Don’t smell too bad?”

I sniff, then pull away. “It literally couldn’t smell better.”

He chuckles. “Good boy.”

“Yes,” I nearly moan. “Do that.”

“What?” He asks. “Treat you like the little slut you are?”

“Yes,” I say, and I bury myself into his hairy ass. I stick my tongue out, lapping up his perfect manhole. To think this asshole has run across dozens of football fields. And I’m one of the two who’s been able to give it the attention it deserves.

“That’s right,” he says, his huge back arched. “Show me how much you love it, whore.”

I lick harder, faster, wanting to clean up all the sweat he worked up fucking me. My dick throbs, and I’m not even touching it.

He leans back, and I look up his glorious, hairy back.

I pull my mouth free—or as free as I can make it. “Can you flex your arms for me?”

“You mean like this?” He flexes his arms in an L-shape, showing up his thick trunks of arms. His back flexes with it, and I swear he is the finest specimen of man to ever exist.

‘Yes, amazing’ are the only words I can utter.

“You are my little slut,” he says. “All mine.”

I tongue him deep, in gratitude, and reach down to my dick, only gently holding it. I fear if I grip any harder I’ll orgasm, and I want more time to enjoy this.

“I wanna swallow it,” he says, still flexing .

“Please, sir,” I say.

He lowers his upper half, showing just how round his ass is. I devour it happily.

And then I yelp as he closes his mouth around my dick.

“You’re going to keep enjoying my ass,” he says. “And I’m going to swallow your cum. You understand? But only when I say you can.”

I murmur my assent, almost feral as I lap up his hairy hole.

And that’s when he sucks. His tongue swirls around my dick with an alacrity I didn’t think a star football player had. It’s just not something I imagined. He’s giving just as much attention with his tongue as he is the suction. That’s high-level blowjob stuff.

I’m so distracted by Kyle’s mouth on my dick that I have to stop licking and just take a breath. And that’s when I take in his sweaty stench and moan.

He stops. “That’s right,” he says. “No more licking. Just breathe in. I’ll tell you when you can lick.”

I take several quick breaths with my nose, trying to take in as much as his scent as I can. “Yes, sir,” I say. I can’t get enough.

When he adds his hand to the mix, I know I’m a goner. I moan loudly.

“Keep breathing me in,” he says. “I’m your air. You need me to live.”

“Yes, sir,” I say. I grab onto both of his cheeks and take him in. I swear I’ve fucking died and his cheeks are the gates of heaven.

“God, you’re such a man,” I say, unable to contain myself. And without thinking, I stick my tongue out.

“Ah,” he says, like an owner punishing a dog. “No licking.”

Remembering I can’t apologize, I comply by sniffing loudly.

“That’s a good boy,” he says.

I can’t believe this is happening. I’ve fantasized about this moment for years. And I have it. And it’s even better than I imagined.

And because we’re dating, we get to do this. Again. And again. And again.

“Lick it,” he commands.

And I do like a fucking dog as his tongue teases my dick.

“I can’t hold it longer,” I say.

He lets out the sexiest chuckle. “Then cum for me. ”

I shoot my load into his mouth as I tongue his hole like my life depends on it. I make beastly noises as I release the rest of myself, my tongue bathing his hole. And once I’m all out, my head collapses onto the bed. And if there weren’t a nearly 300-pound man on me, I’d fall right asleep.

Kyle gets off me, stands up, and stretches his legs. Part of me panics. I’m so used to guys just leaving or completely changing their personality when the sex is over. Will Kyle walk back on everything he said? Make me drive home is this dark rain?

But then he turns back to the bed, lifts the covers, and shimmies himself inside. He then lifts the covers open. “Get over here,” he says.

Unable to hide my grin, I slide up until I’m pressed right against him, already cold from the blasting AC. He lowers the covers and wraps his huge, bear body around me, holding him tight against me.

He kisses me on the forehead. “That was amazing,” he says.

“So you liked it,” I say into his furry chest, loving the way it tickles my face.

He lets out a low grumble, vibrating my entire body. “I don’t know what you’re made of, Michael Cunningham, but it has to be divine. I didn’t know something could feel this good.”

I nuzzle into his pecs and kiss his warm skin. I said earlier that I’d get him hooked on me, making unable to stop wanting me. And I think I was successful, but maybe too much. Because now I think I’m hooked on him, too.