Page 40 of Catching Sparkles

Our moans mixed as his lips parted for me, letting my tongue sink in and slick over his as our hips moved together. It felt so good, but I was already too desperate to let that go on too long. I needed to feel his cock on mine, to know for absolute certain that he was as needy as I was, that he was dripping out precum like I was.

“Can I take these off?” I panted out the moment we parted to breathe, trembling fingers plucking at the lacy hem of his underwear. “Please. I-I need to touch you.”

He let out a delicious, lusty little noise as he nodded, before flinging out an arm and digging around in the pocket of the jeans he’d discarded.

“Here,” he said, holding out a little foil packet. I thought it was maybe a condom at first, but the label informed me it was just lube. I stared at it for a few blank seconds, until he laughed breathlessly at my confusion, his head falling to the side. “Let me take care of it, baby,” he murmured gently, like he found it absolutely adorable how little my brain was actually able to function in the present moment.

He made quick word of freeing himself, his pretty pink cock bouncing up toward his navel, before tugging my boxers down just enough to let my cock spring out, too. It was flushed red and so swollen my dick actually looked bigger than usual.

“Like this,” he ordered, gripping at my bare hips as he guided me down so our lengths were pressed together.

“Fuck.” I hadn’t known how good it would feel just having them brush against each other like that, the velvety heat of his flesh sending pleasure coursing through my veins to settle in my balls.

He tore open the packet and let the clear liquid dribble out onto my cock, drawing a tortured hiss out of me before taking me in his hand and spreading it all over. When my cock was slick and coated, he smeared some on his own before bringing his other hand down to wrap around my shaft.

“Okay,” he invited, blinking his thick lashes at me as he gripped both our cocks together, holding them in the tight, warm tunnel of his lube-slicked hands. “Make me come.”

His command was so confident and so sexy, like there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that I would not only obey him, but succeed in what he asked. My ego swelled up inside me, a sensation I’d gone so long without feeling I almost didn’t recognize it. It felt foreign and unfamiliar, like the emotional muscles needed to experience pride had started to atrophy on me and needed to be stretched and worked out until I could use them again.

I flexed my hips, pushing myself through his fingers and against his cock. The wet, slippery heat was incredible, pushing a low groan up through my chest. His lips fell open and he gasped as I retreated just enough that I could drive my cock back into his hands. Once more, then again and again until a light sheen of sweat started to slick over my skin. A gorgeous pink flush washed over his features, perfectly complimenting the pink halo of his hair.

“Oh my god,” he panted out, staring down at where I was thrusting against his cock, leaking pearls out onto his flat navel. “Look how deep you’re going to be when you fuck me.”

He wasn’t wrong about that. My cock looked almost obscenely large with his slender fingers holding it down to his body. I let out a choked moan, bracing my hands on either side of his head as I tried not to think about how this was the closest I’d come to fucking someone in actual years. Every neuron in my brain was lit up like a Christmas tree, all the cells in my body tuned to process his reactions.

“Ah, Rhys. That feels amazing, baby. Keep going.”

I couldn’t have stopped even if I’d wanted to. I felt like a machine, like I’d been created for the sole purpose of making Kendall come. Dragging out more of his beautiful little moans, making his hips do that hot little twitching thing up against me, and receiving his praise.

He tilted his head back, his thighs clamping around me as his moans stuttered out. The muscles in my abs were tensing up, my balls drawn up tight to my body and I willed myself to slow down, just enough that I wouldn’t embarrass myself by finishing first this time.

“That’s it, baby,” he purred, his emerald eyes so big and deep that I felt like I was drowning in them. “Be a good boy and let go, okay? I want to watch your beautiful cock unload all over me.”

So much for the plan of not embarrassing myself. No one had ever called my cock beautiful before, and the words hit me like a truck.

“Fuck. Ngh, fuck, Kendall.” I groaned out his name, bright lights exploding behind my eyes as my orgasm crashed over me. It was so intense I actually started trembling, shooting out hot, aching pulses of cum onto his smooth torso, coating his tight abdominal muscles and pooling all over his bellybutton piercing. Fuck, why did that look so stupidly hot?

He started coming just a few seconds after me, his moans and the way his cum sprayed out to mix with mine practically sending me into spasms of pleasure. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life, by a wide margin. I didn’t think it was possible, but he was even prettier lost in total fucking bliss. Because of me. Because of my cock. My beautiful cock, which he’d imagined pushing up deep inside him.

I watched him as I tried to catch my heaving breath, tingles washing over my heated skin as I floated back down. He looked totally sated and satisfied, sucking his plush bottom lip in between his teeth for a moment before letting out a soft sigh.

My Adam’s apple bobbed in my throat as I swallowed, a vague sense of panic creeping in to taint everything else. I was totally fucked.

“That was so good,” he said, cracking open one eye after a few quiet moments and instantly clocking the shift in my mood. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly. “That was just… Yeah,” I finished, deciding to keep it vague so I didn’t sound like some lovesick, obsessed dork. “Really hot.”

He grinned, popping up an eyebrow as he dragged a finger through the mess of both our loads. When he lifted it up toward my mouth, my heart practically stopped. A neon sign flashed in my head, warning me that lapping up cum, my own and another guy’s, was a line I couldn’t uncross. Something I couldn’t go back from.

That was stupid. I’d already made out with him, rubbed cocks with him. Why was this the thing that felt like a step too far?

I forced my lips open, instinctively swirling my tongue around his fingertip when it breached them. The unfamiliar taste and texture surprised me, but I didn’t hate it. My stomach clenched with a jolt of anxiety as I processed the fact that I didn’t hate it. One more clue that one of those flags probably did represent me.

Before I could swallow, he pulled his finger back from my mouth, cupping the back of my neck so he could pull me down into a kiss. My shocked moan exploded out to collide with his breathy one as he sucked my tongue, enthusiastically cleaning the cum off it. Holy fuck. It was like something out of a porno.

We made out until I started to worry our lips would be bruised, and when I finally peeled myself off him to balance on my knees, the look on his face was unmistakable. He adored me. He would have let me do anything to him, time restraints or no time restraints.

How long had it been since someone had felt that way for me? Had anyone but him ever felt that way for me? Would I ever be able to mess around with anyone else ever again, inevitably waiting for this mind-melting expression that would never come?