Page 23 of Gin & Sin (Last Call #2)

TWENTY-THREE

STEWART

Kit lays me on the bed, hovering over me with an expression of pure sex on his face. His eyes dance with desire, and as his tongue flicks over his lips, my stomach flutters.

“You look tasty,” he says, tugging his t-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor.

I blow out a breath and squirm from the head rush as my cock swells suddenly. “Unf.”

Kit tugs his sweatpants down, kicking them to the floor and revealing his very hard, very thick cock. It smacks against my stomach, leaving a trail of precum. That’s gonna be inside me. Soon. A strangled noise escapes me and I chuckle nervously to cover it up.

“I’m excited too, gorgeous.”

He reaches between my legs, gently massaging my balls before moving lower to tickle my taint and then my hole. If the way his fingers felt inside me is any indication of what to expect then I’m going to love this.

“Kit?”

“Yeah, babe?”

“We haven’t talked about it yet, but we should. About protection.”

“I have us covered.”

“No, um…” I blow out a breath, waiting for the courage to kick in. I definitely didn’t think I’d be at this point with my first male partner, but I can barely think of anything else.

“What?” He bends and kisses my jaw. “You can tell me anything.”

I nod, focusing on his eyes. “I don’t know how you’d feel about this but…” I have to swallow before I can continue. “I want to do this without… What I mean is, I want to feel you…”

Surprises flashes across his features. “You don’t want to use a condom?”

I shake my head. “No. After my separation I researched it and I did all of it. The tests, the exams, and I got on PrEP. Just in case. I think if it was someone else I wouldn’t want that, but it’s you, and—” I cringe, squeezing my eyes closed. I’m word vomiting all over him.

“Look at me, Stewart.”

I force my eyes open. “That’s a lot to ask, isn’t it?”

“Hey. I’m not some app hookup who doesn’t remember your name. I’m fucking honored you feel so safe with me. I can’t even remember the last time I was with someone bare, and the idea is a major turn-on.”

“Would you rather wait? I can show you my results on my phone. I was monogamous my entire marriage and so was she, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”

Resting his weight on his elbow, he smiles and brushes his fingers across my jaw. “I’ve been with a lot of people, Stewart, but I always use condoms and I do get tested every six months. I’m also on PrEP. If you really want that, I’m more than happy to give it to you.”

“I knew right away that I’d want this as soon as I had the chance. If I met the right person, or was in a relationship… Not that this is what that is, but I do trust you, and I want it so much. I want it with you.”

He brushes my hair from my forehead. “You continually blow my mind, Professor. You’re so sexy and sure of what you want. It’s refreshing.”

“No one’s ever tried to get you to fuck them bare?”

He lets out a slight laugh. “Sure, but it’s always been in the heat of the moment, not thought out, and not someone I know or trust. A nameless twink in a bar bathroom is a hard no.”

My breath catches. “That sounds fun though.”

“What?”

“Getting fucked in a bar bathroom.” I shake my head. “I’ve never been a guy who had a lot of fantasies. Maybe I wouldn’t let myself, but I think up wild scenarios all the time now.”

“I’ll give you as many of them as you want with me.” A strange melancholy floats across his face. “I’m being so fucking selfish. Someday I know you’ll want to get out there in the big world of men loving men and see what it has to offer you, but for now…” He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “For now, I want it to be me.”

“I can’t imagine…” I let my words fall away before I say something awkward and ruin the moment. I want to tell him things can only go down from here, that the idea of another man touching me is not at all exciting, and that his face will be the one I see in my fantasies for years to come, but I don’t. Instead, I drag my hand down his arm, smiling as I leave a trail of goose bumps on his skin. “Will you fuck me now, Kit?”

“I absolutely will, beautiful.” When he bends his head, I’m expecting a kiss, but I get his teeth nipping at my jaw. “Then later, when we’ve recovered, you can fuck me.”

I nod. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”

Kit runs his hand down my chest to my belly, rubbing circles there before he moves on to my aching cock.

“I love your body,” he says. “Soft in all the right places, masculine, hairy. You fit so well next to me too.”

“Is this normal? All the compliments? Or is it just you?”

“I’ve always been the appreciative type.” He moves his hand down farther to massage my balls again.

I drag my fingers through his hair, then his beard before he scoots down slightly and nibbles on my nipple. Arching off the bed, I suck in a breath and twist my fingers in his hair. My mind is stuck on the contrast between sex with him and all the other sex I’ve had. The only part of my body anyone paid attention to before was my dick, but Kit sucks and kisses his way across every part of me from my earlobes to my toes, and it’s thrilling.

I feel desire in places I wasn’t aware of before, and turns out my nipples have a direct link to my cock. Every time he tweaks or bites one, my cock pulses with precum.

“Tell me how much you want my cock inside you, beautiful.” Kit plants a kiss on my stomach before circling my belly button with his tongue. “Use all your filthy words.”

“I want your cock inside me so badly, it’s got my brain rattled.”

“Why?” He drags his teeth over my flesh. “Be specific.”

“I’ve dreamed of it. I’ve fantasized about a real man’s cock spreading me apart. You’ll be the first, Kit. The first man to fuck me.”

Kit makes a strangled, deeply horny noise that vibrates through me. “You want me to fuck you in the bar bathroom? Fuck you on your desk? Finger you on the subway?”

“Kit. Fuck.”

“Mmm, wouldn’t that be fun?” He rubs his face on my leaking cock. “Unraveling you in front of strangers.” When he flicks his tongue over my tip, I practically fly off the mattress. “Fuck, there are so many things I’d love to do to you. I want to defile you in the best way, and fucking ruin you for anyone else.”

“I think you’ve already done that.”

Kit lifts his head, gazing at me with hazy eyes. “Good. I’m a greedy fucker.”

I put my hands on both sides of his face. “I need you inside me, Kit. I can’t stand it anymore. Please don’t edge me. Not today.”

“Oh trust me, beautiful, I wasn’t edging you. You’d know if I was. I could make you wait for days to come if that’s what I wanted to do.”

“God.”

“Lucky for you, I want your cum all over both of us. I want to make you come so much that you can’t even function after. So you’re gonna be a good boy for me and give yourself over to this.”

I nod, gripping his biceps. “Yes. I want to be so good for you. I want you to come inside me. I want your cum dripping out of me.”

“Fuck, babe.” He bumps his cock into mine. “I want to see you like that. I want to smell myself on you.”

“Please, Kit. Please.”

“Just a little more patience, gorgeous. Let me get you ready.”

As Kit moves back down my body, I have to remind myself to breathe when I get lightheaded. Kit bites the inside of my thigh before shoving my legs up and exposing my hole.

He sucks gently on my balls. They feel heavy and full, but I find a bit of relief in his warm mouth. When his fingers and tongue begin to open me up, I’m reduced to a panting, moaning mess, only capable of clawing the bedding and rocking my hips in a fruitless attempt to soothe the desperate need building deep inside me.

Who knew that having a warm, wet tongue twisting inside my hole would be the best thing ever? I guess a lot of people knew that, but thank fuck I’m in the know now. Kit makes obscene noises, muttering words of praise about how amazing I taste and how good I smell and how needy my hole is. I want to scream and beg him to put his cock inside me, but I bite my tongue, trusting that he’ll know when I’m ready.

“I swear, I could spend my days between your legs,” Kit murmurs, licking a stripe up my shaft. “Everything about you is fucking amazing.”

I have to mentally push his praise away to keep my emotions at bay. I spent my adult life feeling lackluster about sex and certainly not confident about what I had to offer anyone. Maybe that’s why staying married felt safer than any alternative. Now I know I was holding back. Or maybe I was uninspired. Maybe… fuck.

My chest tightens for the second time with the realization that maybe I’m not bisexual after all. Maybe I’ve been with the wrong gender all along. Fuck.

My crisis is quickly averted when Kit rises to his knees and presses the head of his cock against my hole. All my attention shifts between my legs, and I watch him rub it up and down, covering my hole with his sticky precum.

“So needy,” he whispers, licking his lips. “So fucking pretty. You ever look at your own hole, babe?”

I shake my head, clenching around his tip in a failed attempt to pull him in. “No.”

“You should. I want to take pics and hang them on my walls and get off to you whenever you’re not around.”

“Kit.”

“Mmm.” He rubs his thumb along my taint, holding my balls up. My cock twitches on my belly, leaking copious amounts of sticky liquid onto my skin. He opens his nightstand and pulls out a bottle of lube, flicking it open with his free hand and pouring it between us. The cool liquid is a welcome reprieve from the fire inside me. “You’re clenching. You need to relax, babe.”

I nod, blowing out a breath. “I’m ready.”

Kit pushes forward, meeting the resistance of my internal muscles, but as he breaches me and my body slowly accepts the intrusion, all I can do is lie there in amazement. It doesn’t hurt like I expected. Yes, there’s a slight sting, but the overwhelming sensation is fullness. I feel every inch of him slide his way into me. I let my mouth fall open, unable to utter a word as emotions roil through me like a building storm. It’s happening. I’m being fucked by a man. Finally.

“How’s that?” Kit asks, soft and caring. “Can you take a little more?”

I nod. “All.” I swallow hard. “All of it, please.”

A sexy smile tugs at Kit’s lips as he rocks his hips gently, easing a little farther inside me. My cock twitches as my body adjusts to all this stimulation, but I’ve honestly never been happier than I am right now.

Kit thrusts inside me, and as he does, I loosen up more and more, easily accepting his length and girth. He feels…fucking incredible, and he looks even better as he gazes down at me with his brow creased and lips parted.

“Do I feel good?”

“Fucking heaven,” Kit whispers. “You’re so warm and tight. I’m trying not to come too fast.”

Reaching up, I brush my fingers over the back of his neck. “Give me everything you’ve got, Kit. Fuck me so hard I see stars. I’ve waited a very long time for this exact moment, and I want my body to remember it as long as possible. I don’t care if it hurts. I want that.”

“Jesus, Stewart. You drive me wild.”

I lift my legs and spread them as much as possible. My eyelids flutter with every micro movement from Kit. My cock is impossibly hard, desperate for release, but a part of me wants this exact feeling right now to last forever. Balancing on the edge of pure pleasure and the rub of desperate need is an experience I didn’t know I needed.

Suddenly, Kit falls to his side, rolling us over so I’m on top of him. As I settle, I gasp. This is a whole new sensation. Kit props himself up against the headboard, rubbing my pecs, then tweaking my nipple.

“Ride my cock, baby.”

I put my hands on his shoulders for balance, then start to move, finding the perfect rhythm to hit the bundle of nerves inside me.

“Oh fuck. Oh, Kit.”

“Yessss.” He wraps his arm around me, grinding his hips to help me, while attacking my mouth in a heated kiss.

My nerve endings light up like a Christmas display as every part of me focuses on this incredible man. When he breaks the kiss and pushes on my chest slightly, I feel a twinge of disappointment, which is short-lived because he manages to twist his hips in such a way that I’m lifted a little higher. Kit bends forward and sucks my cock into his hot mouth, while still thrusting deep inside me.

I’m stunned into nothing but whimpers and moans, occasionally managing to say his name as he does his best to unravel every part of me. I asked him for an unforgettable experience and he’s giving me one.

When his hand moves to the front of my neck, I get the sense that he’s about to wreck what’s left of me, and I’m right. Kit throws me back on the bed, finding his position between my legs before relentlessly slamming his hips into me. His cock grows impossibly thick, stretching me to my limits, but when he wraps his hand around my throbbing erection, I’m done for.

I scream his name as my body tenses and my orgasm rips through me. Cum spurts from me like a volcanic eruption, rope after sticky rope spilling around Kit’s hand and pooling on my stomach.

“Fuck, Stewart.” His voice shakes. “Oh, fuck, babe. I’m gonna come so hard.”

“Yes, please fill me up.”

Kit growls, tensing against me. His cock pulses inside me, massaging my prostate through his orgasm and leaving me a trembling mess. My eyes well with tears that are impossible to hold back, so I bury my face in the crook of Kit’s neck, inhaling the scent of his sweat and body wash and manliness.

I imagine his cum spreading through me, replacing every bit of bad or boring or mediocre sex I had before him. He wanted to ruin me for anyone else? Mission fucking accomplished. I’m more than ruined. I’m destroyed.

Kit’s not done with me though, as he kisses and sucks on my neck before moving down my body to suck marks onto my collarbone. His softening cock slips from inside me, and I flinch and moan at the loss. He continues his path down my body, sucking my dick into his mouth then proceeding to clean me up with his tongue, before dipping even lower and enthusiastically lapping at my hole.

“Kit. Fuck.”

He moans, sending vibrations through me. “I’m so fucking gone over you.”

I nod, vaguely aware of what he just said, but my brain hasn’t come back online yet. “Don’t clean me. I want your cum dripping out of me.”

“I know, gorgeous. I’m not gonna wipe it away.” He squeezes my cheeks, pulling them apart slightly. “Fucking beautiful. Your hole is pink and swollen and dripping with me.”

A whole-body shiver rattles through me. “Fuck.”

Kit moves up again, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. He kisses me, his taste and my cum mingling together into a new, addictive flavor. He breaks the kiss, nuzzling his nose against my cheek.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “It was everything.”