Eric’s gaze was steady. “Yes.”
He took Kyle’s hand and kissed his palm. He flicked his tongue against the sensitive skin there, making Kyle suck in a breath. “I have a long wish list.”
“Mm.” Eric decided to be bold, and sucked Kyle’s index finger into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around it, then sucked hard while Kyle made soft, whimpering noises. Eric’s own cock was painfully hard, but he resisted touching it. As Kyle had taught him the last time they’d been together, sometimes it was better to wait.
Mercifully, the car reached their destination a minute later. Eric gave Kyle’s hand a parting kiss, then exited the car. As soon as they were in the house, Eric threw his coat off, then pinned Kyle against a wall.
“Hi,” Kyle said with a wicked grin.
“Hi.” Eric dropped to his knees. He practically ripped Kyle’s fly open, desperate to get his mouth on his cock.
“Whoa. Shit,” Kyle said hoarsely.
“Can’t wait.” Eric yanked Kyle’s jeans and underwear down to his knees.
“Fuck, I love how fired up you are. Did I make you mad, kissing that boy?”
“Let’s stop talking about him,” Eric growled before filling his mouth with Kyle’s cock.
“I did, didn’t I?” Kyle said, though his voice hitched in the middle. “You were jealous.”
Eric answered by bobbing his head, sucking him hard and fast. Yeah, he was fucking jealous. He didn’t like the idea of Kyle being with other men and he didn’t want to examine that too closely. He just wanted to make Kyle scream.
“That’s so fucking good. Holy fuck.” Kyle gripped Eric’s shoulder, and Eric could tell he was fighting to keep still. “Love your mouth, Eric.”
Eric grunted, loving the sound of his name in Kyle’s sex-ravaged voice. He wanted Kyle to say it when he came.
There was still a distant voice in Eric’s head that was reminding him that this was a terrible idea. This was exactly what he’d promised himself he wouldn’t do. But that part of his brain was being drowned out by Kyle’s moans and whispered curses. He needed this.
“I wish you’d danced with me,” Kyle panted. “You would have looked so fucking sexy.”
Eric doubted it, but his mouth was too busy to argue. Maybe he should have danced with Kyle. Maybe he should have kissed him on the dance floor, in front of their friends and whoever else wanted to watch. Show everyone that this stunning man was his.
He isn’t yours.
Eric pushed the thought away. For tonight at least, Kyle was his. He’d worry about the rest later.
He worked Kyle harder, sliding a hand up his thigh to play with his balls. His own cock strained against his jeans, rock hard and desperate for attention, but he ignored it, wanting only to pleasure Kyle. Wanting him to come in his mouth. Eric wanted it. Needed it.
“You trying to make me come already?” Kyle panted after another minute of Eric’s efforts. Eric held his gaze, and nodded as best he could. He tried to relax his jaw so he could take him deeper. He was far from being able to deep throat, but he managed to work a little more of Kyle’s shaft into his mouth.
“Oh, shit. That’s incredible. Fuck. I wanna last, but it’s too fucking much.”
Eric could taste salty drops of precum on his tongue. Kyle balls were heavy and tight between his fingers. He didn’t want Kyle to last. He wanted him to shatter.
“I can’t—Eric, fuck. I’m gonna—”
Eric stayed on him, and hoped he wasn’t about to make a fool of himself.
The first burst of Kyle’s release flooded his mouth, but Eric managed to swallow, even as Kyle kept spurting. Beyond the momentary panic of feeling like he couldn’t breathe, Eric loved how powerful he felt.
When Kyle’s orgasm subsided, he slumped against the wall as Eric released him from his mouth. “Wow,” Kyle said breathlessly. “I am a very good teacher.”
Eric chuckled, and stood up. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand. His mouth was still full of Kyle’s lingering taste. “You are.”
“Well,” Kyle drawled, “how will I ever repay you?”
Eric planted a hand on the wall beside Kyle’s head and leaned in. “Teach me how to fuck you.”