He met my gaze. “Want to try four?”
I swallowed. “Do it.”
A heartbeat later, I was fuller than I’d ever been, Stefan watching me, assessing my reaction. Then something changed, and I gasped.
“My thumb is in you too.”
In a wave of heat, I recalled the guy in the sling at Rolf’s party, and my heart thumped. “Will you… can we…?”
Stefan’s hand was gentle on my belly, stroking me, caressing me.
“Not tonight. We might not ever get that far, but I think it’s a destination you want to reach.”
I managed a nod, every nerve and fibre in me alive and electric.
Stefan withdrew his fingers, and I felt their absence instantly.
“Please…. I need you inside me.”
He stood, unzipped his jeans and shoved them to his ankles, his cock bouncing up, hard and flushed. He placed one knee on the bed, aimed his dick at my hole, and slid into me in one long, leisurely thrust. I grabbed my shaft and pulled on it, raising my leg to rest my ankle against his shoulder. “Yeah, just like that.”
Stefan nodded, moving in and out of me, taking his time, and when he finally picked up speed, I matched his rhythm, tugging on my cock.
Then he climbed onto the bed, his weight on his hands, bracketing my head as he filled me over and over, his face inches from mine. I brought both legs to his shoulders, folding myself in half, and finally we kissed, Stefan moaning into it as he rocked in and out of me. I cradled his face in my hands, pouring my heart and soul into every kiss.
Stefan grabbed my wrists with one hand and pinned them to the bed above my head, both of our moans constant now. When he let go, he cupped my cheeks and we kissed, moving together, one flesh, connected… His breathing grew laboured, and I knew he was close.
“Come,” I begged him. “Come in me.”
“Fuck. Kieran…” He groaned, and a second or two later, I felt that delicious throbbing, the tremors that coursed through himas he filled me with his cum, his kisses urgent, fevered. At last, he slowed, and our kisses grew more intense.
“My turn,” I said with a moan.
He pulled out of me, bent low, and took my dick in his mouth. In a rush, I came, and he took it all, making me shiver with each pass of his tongue over the head.
Then he claimed my mouth, sharing the taste of me, his cock inside me once more, still moving, unhurried, gentle, rocking me in his arms.
This felt new. Different.
It was always good with Stefan, sothatwasn’t new. It was more the way I hadn’t held anything back.
He hadn’t held back either. And he hadn’t immediately pulled himself back into that composed, controlled version of himself I’d come to recognise. I’d felt it in the way he’d said my name…
And then it hit me.
He’d needed me.
I swallowed, staring at the ceiling. That wasn’t something I could file away as experience.
That was real.
Which meant so was everything that came with it.
It hadn’t only been me. This wasn’t one-sided.
He feels it too.And he hadn’t hidden it.
I let out another breath, slower this time, my body finally catching up with everything my mind had already worked through.