Page 4 of Gin & Sin (Last Call #2)

FOUR

STEWART

Kit hovers behind me as I unlock the door. I don’t know why I didn’t open the garage, but I guess I’m too nervous for my brain to work normally. His lips brush the back of my neck and I nearly drop my keys. I’d pinch myself, but I’m too afraid I’ll actually wake up.

I’m curious about Kit, and a million questions swirl in my head, but I hold them back. I won’t be able to focus on his answers anyway now that he’s inside my house.

“Shoes off, please,” I mumble as I toe my own off.

Kit nods, kicking his sneakers off as his gaze lingers on mine. “Cute house.”

“Thanks. Do you want water? Or I might have wine or?—”

Kit swallows my words by pressing his mouth to mine, and suddenly, we’re entangled in a heated kiss. He walks me backward, even though he doesn’t know where to go, so I manage to guide us to the living room couch.

His beard is softer than I expected, and as I raise my arms to wrap them around his muscular frame, it hits me hard that I’m kissing a man. Finally.

We topple backward, and Kit chuckles, moving his lips to my neck as he tugs my sweater up. “Too fast?”

“No,” I pant, rubbing against him. “Do whatever you want to me.”

He chuckles again. “Eager. I like it.” He lifts his head, gazing down at me with kind eyes. “What did you have in mind?”

I flick my tongue over my lips to capture more of his taste. “Whatever you want. You can, um, you can fuck me.”

His eyes widen for a second, but his expression soon relaxes into a sultry smile. “I think that’s a lot first time out. I have an idea.” He bends down and nips my bottom lip. “Trust me?”

“I don’t even know you.”

“Let me rephrase that. I know something that’ll blow your mind if you’re up for it.”

I nod, digging my fingers into his shoulder. “Please. Um…there’s just one thing I really want to try.”

“Hit me.”

“Can I blow you?”

“Fuck yeah.”

He tugs his shirt over his head and my breath catches as I run my hands over his hairy chest. He’s not so muscular that it’s intimidating, but there’s a nice definition in his pecs. His stomach is soft like mine, but his nipples…whew. I want them in my mouth.

“You too, Prof. Sweater off.”

I nod, shifting so I can tug it over my head. Kit hums softly.

“Mm. Gorgeous.”

I’ve never thought much about my body. I didn’t really have to. As long as my numbers check out at the doctor once a year, I consider it good enough. But now, with Kit’s gaze roaming over me and appreciation shining in his eyes, well, I feel like a god.

Kit grins, closing in to kiss me again. As he does, we rock together, both of us managing to get our pants open. I’m so close to having my hand on a cock other than mine that my heart flutters.

“Your skin is so soft,” Kit murmurs against my lips as he slides his hands into the back of my underwear. “I want to eat you alive.”

“That’s weird.”

He chuckles, moving to my neck where he gently nibbles on my skin. “Is it? What if I was a vampire? I could eat you then.”

“Vampires aren’t real, Kit.” I tangle my fingers in his soft, thick hair. “As far as I know.”

“You’re adorable.” He rises to his knees so his cock is right in front of my face, his obvious erection restrained by his black briefs. “Go ahead.”

With shaking hands, I tug at the waistband of his briefs, gasping when his cock bounces free. There it is. A real, live dick. I can touch it, taste it, experience it outside of my fantasies and computer screen.

It’s thick and veiny but not super long, which I’m thankful for. Maybe I can manage a satisfying blow job without gagging.

“Whatcha think?”

“Gorgeous.” I glance up at his face. “Everything about you is so…” I shake my head as I run my hands down his thighs. “Man.”

Kit chuckles, playing with my hair. “I’m a man.”

“If I do something wrong, let me know.”

“You won’t, babe. You can’t. Just do what feels good and right. Do what you’d like done to you.”

Nodding, I focus my attention on his cock, flicking my tongue out over the tip to catch the droplet of precum. It’s salty, but milder than I expected from tasting my own. I open my mouth and suck on his cockhead, looking up to watch his expression. His eyes are narrowed and his lips parted, and I think that means he likes what I’m doing.

I move my head to get more of him into my mouth, but my thoughts nearly overwhelm me. I have a dick in my mouth! He smells good too, like fresh body wash and a hint of cologne.

Kit tugs my hair to pull me off him, then bends down to kiss me hard, licking inside my mouth. “You look so damn good with my dick in your mouth.”

My stomach does a little flip as I lean in and suckle his balls. Kit moans, nodding as I move back to his cock, dragging my tongue along the underside.

“You’re a natural, baby.”

I don’t believe him, but that’s okay. I’m loving how he feels on my tongue. I swallow as much of him as I can, fighting back a grin. It feels good to have my mouth stretched like this. I can only imagine what it would feel like to be fucked with a cock like his. Fuck, I want that so bad.

Kit lets me find my pace, smiling and nodding at me as I sloppily suck on him. I swear I could do this all day if it were possible. Kit’s cock swells and thickens on my tongue, releasing another stream of precum, and he pulls back suddenly, laying me back on the couch.

“Do you have lube?”

I nod, straining to reach my pants around my ankles. “Pocket.”

He grins. “You came prepared.”

Kit reaches down and digs in my front pocket, finding the small packet of lube and the condom I brought out with me in case I was lucky enough to have this exact situation happen.

He tears the lube packet open with his teeth, then pours it between us on both our dicks. I don’t know what he’s doing, but I also don’t care much as long as he keeps touching me. When he throws his leg over my hip and pulls me closer, I realize what’s about to happen.

Our slick cocks bump together as Kit claims my mouth in another heated kiss. He grinds into me, and when his hand moves to my ass and tickles my hole, I nearly fly off the couch.

“This okay?” Kit asks, nipping at my jaw.

“P-please.”

“Yes or no, babe?”

“Yes.”

“Mm, perfect. You’re so perfect.”

I shake my head, searching for his mouth again with my eyes closed. Kit obliges, exploring my mouth with his tongue the way his hand explores my entrance. No one has ever touched me there, and hecking hell was I missing out.

He breaches me with just his fingertip and my cock throbs.

“Oh god, Kit.”

“More or less?”

“Kit.”

“Use your words, gorgeous.” He presses his body into mine, and his weight, his cock, his beard, all of it is heaven.

“More.”

Kit grins, pushing his finger deeper. My jaw drops, and all I can do is hold his gaze in astonishment. Yeah, I put a few things up there myself—a dildo, a prostate vibrator, my finger—but nothing compares to what he’s doing.

He watches my face as he pushes as far as he can go. When he moves it in and out, I arch into him, as I shamelessly moan his name.

“Beautiful,” Kit whispers, bucking his hips into mine. “You feel so good, babe. So soft and tight. My sweet little ass-virgin.”

“Kit.”

“What? Do you need something?” He swirls his finger inside me, causing a stinging burn as I stretch around it. “I bet you need to come. Is that it? You want to come for me?”

I nod, gripping his shoulders. “Yes. I want you to come all over me. I want you to cover me.”

“Mmm, are you a dirty boy underneath that buttoned-up professor look?”

“I want to be.”

“I love it. I want to hear your moans.”

Kit shoves my leg up with his thigh under my knee and the change in angle is everything. My insides clench around his finger and my cock pulses with my release. It’s so intense I see white as I cry out his name.

“Fuck yeah,” Kit mumbles as he grinds into me.

I manage to open my eyes in time to see him squeeze his own eyes shut and grunt through his release. Warm, sticky ropes of his cum spray across my chest and belly, and when he opens his eyes again, I’d swear on a stack of books I’ve never seen anything sexier.

We both come back to earth, sliding against each other and breathing hard. Kit’s finger is still buried inside me, and I never want him to take it out, but I know he will. He collapses on me, his body heavy and sweaty. I inhale his scent, noting the masculine undertones.

I had sex with a man, and it was amazing.

As I play with his hair, the insecurity creeps back in. “Was that good for you?”

Kit snorts with his face in the crook of my neck. “Dude.”

“I don’t know what that means.”

He gently bites my skin before he raises his head to look at me. “You’re awesome, Stewart. That was fun.” Slowly, he pulls his finger out of me, and I shudder from the loss.

“I wish you could keep that there.”

Kit grins. “Me too. Was that a satisfying first time?”

“Yes.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You don’t sound completely sure of that.”

“No, I am. It was incredible, but there’s so much more I want to do.”

“Like?”

“You know.”

“I do know, but I want to hear it.”

“I want to be fucked. I want to suck more dick. I want to suck your nipples.”

His face softens. “Yeah? You want to be fucked by me?”

I nod eagerly. “Yes.” I drag my hands down his chest. “Will you help me, Kit?”

“Help you what?”

Swallowing hard, I summon the courage to do the thing I’ve thought about for over a week but never expected to get the opportunity for.

“I know this is meant to be a hookup, and I’m good with that. Really. I’m not looking for anything serious after being with one person for so long.”

Kit nods, but he looks concerned. “Okay.”

“So I was thinking earlier, before we met, or well, ever since I realized that my marriage was ending. Actually, probably longer than that but?—”

Kit brushes his fingers over my cheek. “Slow down so I can keep up.”

I blow out a breath. “Right. You don’t need all my inner monologue.”

“I don’t mind. I just want to make sure I don’t miss anything.”

“I talk too much. Always have. It’s a good trait for a professor but it’s socially annoying.”

“Hey.” He rubs my shoulder. “You don’t talk too much. I can just tell you’ve got a lot going on in your head. It’s an overwhelming night for you.”

I nod, instantly relaxing. He’s definitely the right guy to ask.

“I had this idea that it would be really nice if I could explore my sexuality with someone I’m comfortable with instead of just random guys I manage to pick up. I’ve read some horror stories in forums.”

Kit nods but doesn’t say anything.

“Like tonight. You could’ve fucked me, but you knew that would be a lot for me to handle. You’re patient and obviously gorgeous. I swear I wouldn’t be clingy or expect anything relationship-wise.”

“So you want a hookup arrangement?” he asks. “Kind of friends with benefits, even though we don’t really know each other?”

I nod. “Something like that. Maybe I’ll want to settle down again someday, but right now I feel like a teenager all over again. I want to explore, but I’m not really a bar or an app kind of guy. It took a lot for me to walk into Moby’s tonight.”

He just looks at me without speaking, and I want to crawl into a corner. Why would a guy like Kit want to hitch himself to an inexperienced man like me? What was I even thinking? I’m so stupid. I should back out and tell him?—

“I’d like that,” Kit says, surprising me. “I think it’s exactly what I need right now too.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I’m a little burned out on the scene myself. Before you walked in, I was thinking about that.” He caresses my chin. “I think we could get up to some fun times.”

I have to hold back the excited shout building in my chest. “Really?”

“Really.” Leaning in, he kisses me softly. “You sure you want me to be all your firsts?”

“I’m sure.” I pat his chest. “But we need a few ground rules.”

“Go on.”

“We have to be honest. If either one of us wants to move on, we just talk about it. No big deal.”

“Cool.”

“If you sleep with other people, I don’t really want to know, but we need to be safe with each other.”

“Agreed.”

“I think that’s it.”

“I’m impressed with you, Stewart. You know what you want and you go after it. Sexy.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m so sexy.”

“Hey, you are. You got me here, didn’t you?”

I fight back the smile tugging at my lips. “I guess I did.”

“Don’t short yourself, gorgeous. I had fun tonight, and I look forward to seeing what else we can do together.”

Kit sits up and I follow, leaning forward to suck his nipple before he can get too far away. He smiles, dragging his hand through my hair.

“Careful. You found my kryptonite.”

“You like it?”

Kit nods. “Love it.”

I gasp as he wraps his hand around the front of my throat and pulls me close.

“You turn me on,” Kit says.

“I’m glad.”

He kisses me hard before he releases me, leaving me breathless. I watch, torn, as he gets his clothes back on. I don’t want him to stay, but I kind of do. I want to kiss more and suck him more and feel his finger inside me more, but I also want to be alone to revel in losing my gay sex virginity tonight. At least, most of it.

“Where’s your phone?” Kit asks.

“Back pocket.”

He helps me to my feet, then bends down to tug my pants up. I pull out my phone and hand it to him, watching as he enters his number and sends himself a text.

“Call whenever,” he says.

“Okay.”

Kit lingers, kissing me softly and rubbing my back. “Thanks for tonight. It was fun.”

“Oh. I can drive you back.”

“No worries, babe. I’ll get a ride service.”

I expect him to let me go, but he stays close, gazing into my eyes. He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, then he shakes his head with a smile and finally steps back.

“See you soon, Professor.”

“Bye, Kit.”

I watch him walk outside and wait on the curb for the few minutes it takes for his ride to show up. Once he’s gone, I collapse on the couch, kicking my legs in the air. I did it. I really did it.

And it was amazing.