Page 21 of Unscripted Love
Kyle removed his fingers from my ass and made quick work of sliding a condom down the length of his erection and slickening it with more lube. I scooted back until I was in the center of the bed so that he had room to mount and fuck me properly.
He lifted my ass, and I rested my calves on his wide shoulders. Kyle aligned his dick to my hole and pushed past the tight ring of muscles. I cried out from the sting of his penetration and he stilled inside me so I could adjust to his girth. Kyle turned his head and sweetly kissed one of my calves and massaged the back of my thighs while I breathed through the discomfort. I smiled at him to ease the concern I saw in his eyes. My body was made for his and I couldn’t wait to show him. Once I was ready, I licked my lips invitingly and said, “Do me, Dr. Dimples.”
Islowly inched inside Chaz until my dick was balls deep in his tight clench. Damn, I knew when I slipped one finger inside him that he hadn’t been kidding about it being a while since he had sex. My greedy body urged me to take the gift that Chaz offered me, but I couldn’t betray the trust I saw in his eyes. I told him I’d take it slow and I would do what I promised, no matter how hard his ass gripped my cock or how desperate I was to move inside him.
Chaz’s chest billowed up and down as he breathed through his discomfort. I’d been waiting for this moment for what seemed like an eternity, but hurting him wasn’t the least bit sexy to me. I decided to pull out of Chaz and find another way to pleasure him, but his firm voice stopped me.
“Don’t you fucking think about moving unless it’s to fuck me. Just kiss me, and I’ll be okay.”
I had chuckled at the excessive use of the word fuck before I gave into his demand. I lowered his ass to the mattress and Chaz dropped his legs to my waist when I moved over him. We’d kissed before but never when our bodies were connected. I would never get another first chance to do it right. If I was going to be as good as I promised, then I couldn’t have his hands roaming all over my body. I pinned both of Chaz’s hands above his head on the pillow then captured his succulent lips. I quickly realized that kiss was just as potent as having his hands on my body. Every rasp of his tongue against mine sent zaps of electricity to the nerve endings throughout my body, and it felt like he caressed all of my bare flesh at once.
It was difficult to remain still when my body burned with the need for friction and relief. My dick throbbed and pulsed inside him impatiently, but I wouldn’t move until I knew he was ready. The cues came a few minutes later in the guise of throaty growls, and the way he clamped his inner thighs around my waist and rocked his hips up and down, riding my dick as much as the position allowed.
I rolled to my back so that Chaz could be in control of the pace and the intensity of our lovemaking. Instead of breaking the connection of our joined hands, Chaz held them up in front of him and used them as an anchor when he began riding me. I had never seen anything sexier in my life than Chaz Hamilton lost in the passion we created. I loved how his head tipped back on his shoulders like it was too heavy for his neck to support it any longer and the way his mouth parted for needy moans to escape.
“Kyle,” Chaz whimpered my name in a pleading voice as he rose up and down the length of my cock.How long have I waited for this moment? How many nights had I lain awake in my bed fantasizing about being with him?“So long,” Chaz said, answering my silent questions. “Kiss me. I want your mouth on me.”
I rose up to a sitting position and moved our joined hands to the small of Chaz’s back. He tilted his head back, and I devoured the tender flesh on the long column of Chaz’s exposed neck. I hadn’t shaved that morning and knew my whiskers would leave a mark on his skin, which was a turn-on for me. The change in position didn’t allow him as much room for his hips to move and I captured his frustrated growls with my mouth.
Chaz broke our kiss and stared into my eyes. “Pin me down and fuck me hard.”
By then my willpower to be good had worn thin, and I didn’t need much encouragement to push him to his back, pin his hands above his head once more, and thrust hard into him. I gripped his hands so hard that my fingers went numb from lack of circulation, but the rest of my body burned with raw need.
“Harder,” Chaz said, spurring me on with both his words and by digging his heels into my ass. “Ohhh,” he loudly moaned when I angled my dick just right and tagged his prostate over and over. “I’m going to come, Kyle.” Those words were music to my ears because I wouldn’t be far behind him.
I gritted my teeth and managed to hold off until his ass clamped down on my cock when he started to come. “Fuck!” My orgasm rolled through me fast and strong causing my body to shake hard as I spilled inside the condom.
A dozen fragmented sentences flittered through my mind like elusive fireflies when I collapsed on top of Chaz. I could grasp a few snippets of each one, but couldn’t stream them together to form a coherent thought, except for one: how soon could we do it again?
Chaz pulled his hands from beneath mine and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight against him. I knew I had to be squeezing the air out of him with my heavier weight pinning him to the bed, but he appeared to want me there. Chaz kissed the side of my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. His gestures seemed more than just after-sex sweetness; there was a heaviness in the air that caused me to lean up on my elbows so I could look at him.
I recoiled when I saw remorse in Chaz’s eyes. It felt like someone punched through my chest and squeezed my heart with their steely hands. I couldn’t stand the idea that he regretted what happened between us. It was the most amazing experience I’d ever had in my life. It was beyond simple friction on my cock; my entire body was engaged in the act with him. Hell, I wasn’t some inexperienced man who couldn’t tell the difference between a physical and emotional bonding. What I felt with Chaz was the strongest emotional connection I had ever shared with another person. It had been slowly building between us over the last five months and it exploded into a beautiful crescendo of lust, desire, and pleasure. I was certain that Chaz felt it too.
“Kyle,” Chaz said my name so softly that I wouldn’t have heard it if I wasn’t looking at his lips.
A shiver of dread worked its way into my heart, but I refused to let it control me. I cupped Chaz’s head with my right hand and ran the thumb from my left hand across his lips. “Shhh,” I said gently. “Please don’t tell me you regret what just happened. I don’t think my heart could take it.” Maybe I shouldn’t have been so open with him, but guarding my heart had gotten me nowhere up to that point.
“I don’t regret what happened between us,” Chaz whispered, “but I should’ve told you something first.”
“Chaz, is there someone else?” I asked. “Are you in a relationship or married?”
“Married?” he asked incredulously. “What kind of person do you think I am? And how the hell would I have kept a marriage a secret from the entire town?” He had me there.
“I think you’re an amazing person,” I countered. “I just couldn’t think of another reason why you’d look so guilty after I just rocked your world,” I said, feeling a little boisterous. “I didn’t mean to insult you.”
“Has that happened to you before?” Chaz asked hotly.
“Are you asking if I’ve rocked someone else’s world before tonight?” I countered. I knew what he was asking me, but I liked seeing the blush of temper on his face.
“Quit avoiding the question, Kyle. You sound like you’ve had experience at finding out someone you slept with is married,” Chaz remarked.
“No, but it almost happened once,” I admitted. “Luckily, I learned the truth from a mutual colleague before I did something I couldn’t take back.”
“There’s no one else,” Chaz whispered hoarsely.
I ran the back of my hand over Chaz’s high cheekbone and said, “Then there was nothing you needed to confess to me before we had sex.”
Chaz closed his eyes and shook his head slightly. “You can’t possibly know that, Kyle.” I hated hearing the torment in his voice and seeing the anguish in his eyes when he reopened them.