Page 21 of Gin & Sin (Last Call #2)

TWENTY-ONE

KIT

Goddamn this man is addictive.

Everything about him drives me wild. I want to do so much with him and to him, but right now I can’t wait to get his cock in my mouth. The scent of sex swirls around us, and if I were a younger man, I’m sure my cock would perk right back up, but I’ll just have to settle for gorging myself on Stewart.

He watches me kiss and nibble my way down his body, but something in his eyes stops me short. There’s an urgency in his eyes, an unspoken need that I don’t think he’s brave enough to ask for.

“What’s up, gorgeous? You can tell me.”

He grazes his bottom lip with his teeth as his cheeks turn pink. “How do you know what I’m feeling and thinking?”

“Just paying attention.” I rub a circle on his belly. “Do you need a break?”

“No, definitely not.” He drags his hand over mine as he blows out a breath. “I don’t want to be greedy or demanding. I trust you to do whatever you want to me…”

“But?” I glide up his body, bending my head to kiss him softly. “You don’t want a blow job. You want to fuck?”

He makes a strangled sound, nodding rapidly. “I want it so badly. It’s not that I don’t want the other stuff, but?—”

“I get it. It’s on your mind. It’s a mountain you want to climb and conquer.”

“Yeah.”

I cup his chin, biting his bottom lip, and as his breath hitches and he shivers beneath me, my cock rallies.

“You drive me wild, Stewart.”

He huffs a laugh, but doesn’t object to my compliment. Instead he drapes his arms around my neck. “I saw a video a few months ago.”

“Tell me about it.”

“These two guys were making out in bed and one guy fucked the other one but then…” His voice cracks and he looks away.

I grab his chin and turn his face back to me. “And then what, beautiful? They flipped?”

Steward nods, swallowing hard. “They took turns, back and forth, until they both came. It was exciting to watch.”

“Why did it excite you?”

“Come on, Kit.”

Releasing his chin, I nuzzle his neck instead. “Come on, Professor. Expand on your answer.”

“Not fair.”

“Never said I was.” I bite his earlobe. “Why did it excite you?”

“Besides the obvious visual of two men going at it, I guess because I don’t know yet if I’m a bottom or a top.”

“Or vers.”

His breath hitches. “Or vers. What do you consider yourself?”

“Mostly a top, but in the right situation…” I pause, dragging my tongue along his cheek. “I love being filled by a thick, hot cock.”

“Jesus,” he whispers.

“I’ll tell you a story.”

“Please.”

“It wasn’t my first time bottoming, but it was one of my earlier experiences. I met this twink who was a buck twenty soaking wet.”

Stewart chuckles.

“And twenty pounds of him was between his legs.”

“Ooh.”

“He had this energy about him that screamed dominant top, so I let him. He was so good about making sure I was ready and enjoying myself. He knew what he had with that beast of a cock and he was careful with it. He knew how to use it, and I came so hard I saw stars.”

Stewart nods, watching with me with wide eyes and parted lips.

“Because of him, I had my eyes opened. I wanted to be that kind of top. The kind of guy who made sure it was good for the other person too. I wanted to make sure they came so hard they would always remember me, just like I still remember him.”

“That’s so hot,” he whispers.

“Yeah, it is.” I drag my hand down his chest. “I want to make you come so hard, Stewart, that every man you meet after me pales in comparison.”

Stewart’s brow creases as emotions pass over his features too quickly for me to decipher. “That’s hardly fair.”

“Yeah, again, never said I was fair, babe.” I nibble on his hardened nipple before flicking my tongue over it. “I’m not interested in fairness or what happens when you’re ready to move on. I’m only focused on making you scream my name.”

“That works.”

“Have you had anything in that pretty little hole of yours? Fingers, dildos, anything?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve messed around a little. And then you. You had your fingers in me.”

“I sure did. You’re so soft inside.” The more I talk, the more my dick recovers, swelling and twitching against Stewart’s warm thigh. “But even better than how you feel, is how you look. I can’t get enough.”

He reaches up and plays with my beard. “Do you talk like this to all your fuck buddies?”

His question sobers me for a second, lifting the haze of lust around us and reminding me of all the hearts I’ve broken by leading them on with sweet words and constant orgasms.

“Hey,” he says. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way.”

“I know.”

“But I hit a nerve?”

I try to laugh it off, redirecting his attention as I play with his belly button, but he puts his hand over mine to stop me.

“Tell me what I said wrong.”

“You didn’t, Stewart. You just reminded me of something, that’s all.”

“What? I want to know.”

My erection deflates as I sink into the mattress beside him, keeping my hand planted on his belly. “I was never great at remaining detached, even when it was just a casual thing. Indy was so good at it. He was stoic, all about the sex and nothing else. His partners knew exactly where he stood, but I always say what I’m thinking and feeling, and sometimes people took it to mean something it didn’t. It would get messy and I always felt like an asshole. I never meant to hurt people, you know?”

Stewart nods. “I understand, but you don’t have to worry about me. I know what this is. The things you say feel nice, but I’m not turning it into something more. I know it’s sex and nothing else.”

My insides twist unpleasantly, leaving me confused. Shouldn’t I be happy he just said that? Instead, there’s an urge to argue with him, tell him he’s not just sex to me, but… isn’t he right? We both agreed this was an excellent arrangement for him to get more experience and me to fuck around with someone nice for a while. So why the fuck does his dismissive statement bother me so much?

“So it’s okay,” he continues. “We’re good.”

“Yeah.” I nod, even though I’m all mixed up inside. “We’re good.”

My cell phone buzzes before I can say anything else, and I flip over to snag it off the nightstand. There’s a text in our group chat.

Lowen: Come down and eat, you fuck bunnies. Bane and Jerryn made a damn feast.

“Are you hungry?” I ask.

Stewart nods. “Yeah, I could eat.”

Me: We’ll be right down.

Indy: Clothes required.

Ridley: Not by me. You can come down naked if you want.

Me: Sorry dude. No one sees the professor naked but me.

Ridley: Rude.

I chuckle, tossing my phone on the bed. “We’ll continue this after some food.”

Stewart grins. “Talking or fucking?”

“How about both?”

His smile softens. “Perfect.”