Page 14 of Gin & Sin (Last Call #2)

FOURTEEN

STEWART

In the hours since I last saw Kit, I somehow managed to grade three essays, clean my kitchen, change my sheets, and now I’m relaxing in a bath. Relaxing the best I can, anyway, knowing he could show up at any time. My cock has been at half-mast for at least an hour. The urge to touch it for some relief is strong, but there’s no way I will. I’m too invested in what Kit’s going to do to me later.

The steamy water soothes my muscles and the little bit of soreness I still have from his fingers invading me. After a few quiet minutes of soaking, I grab my phone from the side table, careful not to drop it in the water, and open my new favorite website. It’s gay porn, and I love it, which is mildly shocking since I’ve never enjoyed porn before now. Not when it was male and female. It always felt too staged and cold and inauthentic for me, but then one day, curiosity got the best of me and I discovered a whole new world.

Muscle memory guides me to my favorite category: straight guys. It’s almost comical that I convinced myself for nearly fifty years that my interest in men was benign. As soon as the video starts—two roommates, one gay and one allegedly straight, sitting on the couch jacking off together—my cock swells, half of it popping out above the water.

I watch through hooded eyes as the gay one slowly moves his hand to the other guy’s cock and takes over. Before long, the two of them are trading blow jobs. Keeping my hand off my own throbbing dick is beyond difficult at this point, but fuck me, it’s also kind of fun.

I imagine me and Kit on the screen, me on my knees worshipping Kit’s cock, gagging and choking on it as I try to get as much as I can down my throat. His fingers twisting in my hair as he pumps his hips to fuck my mouth.

“Fuck,” I whisper as my cock jerks, releasing a stream of precum. I blow out a breath to try and slow the impending flood.

My phone buzzes in my hand, startling me to the point that I nearly drop it. It’s Kit. Oh god.

“Hello.” I answer, trying to make my voice as neutral as possible.

“Hey. You okay?”

“Mm-hmm. Totally. You?”

He chuckles. “Fine. Just at work. What are you doing?”

“Taking a bath,” I manage, swallowing down the whimper at the back of my throat. Just the sound of his voice and the knowledge that he’s caught me in a way has me right on the edge.

“What are you really doing, gorgeous? You’re not touching yourself, are you?”

“No, but it’s hard.”

“I bet it is. Are you turned on?”

“Yes. I was…” Oh god. Can I admit this? “Do you watch porn?”

“Hell yeah. Is that what’s got you all worked up?”

“Yeah. I was imagining it was us.”

“Mmm.” His voice dips low and I notice the background noise fading away. “You’re torturing yourself.”

“Yeah, but I’m not touching. I’m waiting for you.”

“Fuck, babe. What were you watching?”

“Two guys. They were jacking off together, then one blew the other guy.”

“Hot. Is that what you want from me tonight? You want to jack off together?”

“No.” I squirm in the water. “I want a lot more touching than that.”

“Good. I was planning to touch you. A lot.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny in my life. I didn’t know I could want it so much.”

“I’m happy for you, Stewart. It’s really cool to see you finding yourself. I’m honored to be part of it.”

Huffing a laugh, I shake my head. “I have no idea how I got so lucky to meet you. Instead of making me feel like a clumsy teenager, you make me feel…” I stop myself before I say something embarrassing, but Kit pushes.

“You can tell me.”

I squeeze my eyes closed, gathering the courage to speak up. “Okay, um, you make me feel sexy.”

“Good, ’cause you fucking are.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I can’t wait to see you later. It might be late, so don’t forget to leave the door unlocked.”

“I won’t forget.”

“See you later, sweetheart.”

“Bye, Kit.”

I end the call, sinking down into the water, my porn forgotten in favor of the warm, tingly feeling spreading through me. He calls me gorgeous, beautiful, sexy, sweetheart. I know he doesn’t mean them on any kind of deeper level, but dang, it feels good to hear words like that aimed at me.

By ten o’clock I’m restless and horned up, but I force myself to go to bed. I have no idea when Kit will show up, and if it’s after the bar closes, that’s hours from now.

I nestle in the blankets and burrow my face in my pillows, filled with thoughts of the sexy man draping himself around me, his breath warming my neck as he gently sucks the skin there. Everything is hazy, like the best dream, and even in this state, my cock reacts. It’s an impossible hope to think that this thing with us could last, that I could actually keep him in my bed until morning, but that’s what dreams are for—achieving the impossible.

As I drift, I can almost feel Kit’s lips trace a path down my body, his hard cock pressing against my ass, his deft fingers massaging my thighs. Every touch is charged, like there’s an electric current surging through me straight to my dick.

I stir in my sleep, backing into a hard body, and gasp.

“Hi, baby,” Kit whispers.

“You’re real.”

“Did you think you were dreaming?”

I nod, rubbing my face into my pillow. “What time is it?”

“Three, three-thirty. Something like that.”

“Mmm. Aren’t you tired?”

“Not too tired to deliver on a promise. Were you good for me?”

I moan, rubbing my ass against his cock. “Yes. I’m naked.”

“I know.” He drags his hand up my thigh, barely brushing against my erection. “I like the scent of the body wash or soap you use. You smell biteable.”

“Do it. Do whatever you want to me.”

“Oh, I will.” He peppers the side and back of my neck with kisses. “I’ve been thinking about this all night. What I would do when I got here, all those pretty sounds you make as I work you over. Addictive.”

I buck my hips again. “God, I want you so much.”

“You have me, babe. I’m right here.”

Kit tickles my thighs and belly with his fingers, then teases me by faintly dancing them up and down my shaft. My balls tighten, threatening to explode already.

“Did you have fun being edged?” Kit asks. “Because I did. I imagined you walking around with your gorgeous cock all hard and weeping for me.”

“Kit,” I moan.

“Mmm.” He nibbles my earlobe before sucking on my neck. “I thought about your coworkers. Your students too. So many of them want you, I just know it.”

“Kit…”

“But I have you.” He sucks harder on my neck, and even though I’m vaguely aware that he’s going to leave a mark, the idea lights me up in all new ways. He wants people to know he did this to me.

Finally, he glides his hands between my legs, stroking my cock and balls with a firm touch that makes me want to jackknife off the bed.

“Sticky,” he whispers. “Can you feel how hard you make me?”

I buck against him. “Yes.”

“I’ve needed someone like you for a long time.” He kisses my shoulder. “I was bored, but not anymore.”

“Me too. I needed you too.”

He slides his hand up my body to my chest, squeezing and tweaking my nipples. Why does that feel so good?

“I think I could spend hours just touching your skin and inhaling your scent,” Kit whispers, nuzzling his nose into my hair. “But you’ve been patient and so good. I won’t make you wait anymore.”

Before I can reply, he flips me onto my back and slides down my body, immediately sucking my cock into his mouth. A garbled sound rumbles out of me, and all I can do is sink my fingers into his hair and buck my hips to keep from crying out with relief.

Kit makes obscene noises, like he’s indulging in his favorite meal or a decadent dessert as he slurps on my cock. He pushes my legs back, and I help by spreading them apart, completely abandoning any embarrassment I might ordinarily feel. I want whatever he wants to give me.

He drags his tongue from my crease to my balls and back to my cock. The sensation is so amazing, I lose myself in it, chanting his name like an ancient spell. Fuck. There can’t be a person in existence who can deliver a better blow job than Kit.

He bites my ass cheek more than once, then licks into my hole, before sucking my cockhead hard enough that I cry out. My balls tighten and the pit of my core twists with my impending orgasm.

“Oh god, Kit. Kit. Fuck.”

“Yes, baby,” he whispers, his words vibrating through my shaft. “I want to drink you down.”

His sexy words are the final push I needed, and when it hits, I cry out his name. With my head thrown back, I ride this wave, aware of every pulse and rope of sticky cum leaving my body, welcomed by Kit’s warm, eager mouth.

He sucks me until I squirm with sensitivity, then before I can catch my breath, he straddles my chest, fisting his cock furiously. I lift my head as best as I can after losing the pillow and lick my lips, desperate for my true reward.

Kit hovers above me, gazing down with heavy eyes and damp lips. He honestly looks like a god of some kind. His lips part and he moans my name as the first rope of cum shoots from his cock and lands on my chin.

I lift up more and stick my tongue out to catch as much as I can, before I manage to roll us over and climb between his legs to suck him through the rest of it. His cum is warm and kind of neutral tasting, but it’s the act of it all, the feral desire between two men, that really gets me.

He gently pushes on my forehead, smiling even as he grunts and shudders. “Come here,” he pants, opening his arms.

I crawl into his embrace, resting my head on his shoulder, and as he wraps his arms around me, there’s a burgeoning dam of emotion threatening to burst. Will I get over the amazement of discovering how good sex can really be since I accepted myself completely?

The two of us pant until our breathing slows and normalizes. I’m hot, a little sticky, and the room smells like sex, bringing a smile to my face.

I’m tempted to ask Kit to stay, even if I am nervous that that’s not something you do when it’s casual, but before I can, his measured breaths signal to me that he’s already asleep. Snuggling into him, inhaling the scent of his deodorant and body wash and just a hint of sweat, I smile, happy to keep him here just a little longer.