I didn’t.
He stroked my chest, slow, deliberate, the contact warm and firm, his fingers tracing through the hair there—intentionally. Appreciatively.
“God,” he murmured.
That one word sounded like something he couldn’t hold back.
He moved his thumb, a small, unconscious motion, brushing through the hair at the centre of my chest as if confirming it was real.
I didn’t trust myself to move. The way he was touching me, looking at me… It wasn’t hunger, but more like recognition, as though he’d been waiting for me but hadn’t believed I would ever appear.
“You’re…” he began, then stopped, the word catching somewhere between thought and voice. His gaze met mine, steadier now. “You’re beautiful.” His hand didn’t leave me, but simply stayed there, solid, present, as if he was anchoring himself as much as me.
And then his lips found mine again, his kiss fiercer, stealing my breath, making me tingle with need. When his fingers strayed lower, brushing the waistband of my jeans, my heartbeat raced. I grasped his wrist and brought his hand to my crotch, my breathing erratic. I shivered when he traced the line of my hardening dick through the denim.
“Please,” I whispered.
Stefan’s breathing hitched as he popped the button free and lowered the zip. He smiled when he saw the damp spot on my white cotton briefs. “As if I could resist that.” A heartbeat later, he’d tugged my jeans down to my ankles before taking them off completely. My cock strained against my underwear, and he pulled the fabric to one side, revealing my thickening shaft that bobbed up as if to greet him.
Then he bent over and took the head of my dick between his lips, and I shuddered.
“Oh. OhGod.”
Something I’d fantasised so many times was finally happening, and it was better than I’d ever imagined.
He teased the head with his tongue, and electricity zapped through me, all the way into my balls. When he paused, Igroaned, then caught my breath when he slid my briefs down my furry legs.
“This isn’t fair,” I groused. When he blinked, I pointed to him. “You’re still dressed.”
Stefan grinned. “Not for long.” He got up off the couch, stripped off his shirt, then unfastened his jeans. A heavy cock rose into the air, unfettered by underwear. He curled his hand around it, stroking it. “Is this what you wanted?”
“Yes,” I managed to croak. I forgot to breathe when Stefan removed every inch of clothing.
Stefan
I joined him on the couch, taking his mouth in a long, hard kiss. His hand was on my thigh, inching its way higher until at last, tentative fingers brushed the head of my cock.
“It won’t break,” I assured him. That first delicate contact sent a shiver of anticipation trickling up and down my spine. Kieran slid his fingers along my length, warm and gentle. “Touch my balls too.” I kissed him, feeding him a low moan of pleasure when he worked my shaft, moving with more confidence. He cupped my sac and squeezed it, and I kissed him with even more urgency.
When I broke the kiss, his eyes met mine. “Can I…?”
My throat tightened at the sight of his earnest face, his eyes dark, his pupils huge.
I nodded.
Kieran knelt on the couch beside me, leaned over, and kissed the head of my cock.
Christ, that was…
Before I could tell him how it looked, how it felt, he kissed his way down my shaft, his fingers around its root, andfinally, my cock was in his mouth.
I closed my eyes and rested my head against the back of the couch, letting the sensations wash over me. Kieran sucked and licked, and with each passing minute I could feel him grow more confident.
“We can swap if you want.”
He reared his head up. “No. I love this. I’ve thought about doing this for so long.” He got off the couch and knelt before me, pushing my legs apart, spreading me wide, making space for himself. His mouth was scant inches from my dick.
“Put your tongue out,” I told him.