Page 20 of His Fearless Guy

I was dead wrong. That was honestly the best kiss I’ve ever had. It was savage compared to all the rest.

“Say it, Baylor.” He squeezes my neck tighter, the hand on my cock jerking me faster.

The only words that come to mind are, “Fuck, don’t stop.” The heat is starting to strangle my nerves. The lack of oxygen is heightening every sensation. I’m going to come. Ten more seconds and I’ll be erupting in his hand, spewing my load between us.

“Those aren’t the words I’m looking for. Now, admit that I’m the best kisser you’ve ever had, and I’ll let you come.” His hand stops in place and the grip on my neck eases up. The pleasure was right on the cusp and now it’s slipping away, drifting back down my shaft. The ache settling heavy in my balls.

I look him in the eyes, deciding whether I’m willing to admit the truth. If I make it easy for him, the chase will be lost. He may give me the orgasm, but will the excitement be dead? Will the thrill be gone? I don’t want this to be over. Whatever it is… whatever you want to call it… All I know is that it’s intense and so fucking hot.

“Looks like you’re thinking long and hard on that. While you make up your mind, I’m going to get myself off.” He releases his hold on me and pulls himself out. His huge staff is just as engorged, stiff and standing tall. His hand starts to stroke, and I can see how tight his grasp is. The echo of the feeling still ruminating in mine.

His dark eyes are drilling into me, daring me to give in. The heat becomes too much and I drop my eyes to his crotch, watching him fist his thick cock. Up and down, faster and faster. I go to reach between my legs, but he bats me away.

“Nuh uh.” He tsks. “You want to come, you admit that my mouth is more talented than any of the girls you’ve been with.”

I’m almost near my breaking point, ready to admit that he’s the best at everything. Because he is. His hand feels better than even mine. There’s just something about the dominant force of him that breaks me down and bends my pleasure right to his will. And I shatter. Every time I’m pulverized by the intensity and ruined for everyone—even myself.

He lets out a low groan and I can’t take it anymore. I need his fist back on me, forcing me to concede to his will. “I’ll admit the truth, if you admit that my mouth is the best you’ve ever had.”

His teeth sink into his lower lip, and his fist pumps harder. “Don’t know if that mouth is the best I’ve ever had…” He looks down at his dick. “But if you sucked on my cock as good as you sucked on my tongue, I’d probably claim that to be the case.”

Fuck me. I’m about to wrap my lips around his crown and prove that I’m the fucking best. But once I take that step, there’s no going back, and I don’t think I’m ready to admit what that means. Not that what we’re currently doing doesn’t call my sexuality into question. But if things ended now between us, I’d be able to handle it. But giving him head…swallowing his cock down the back of my throat…feeding on his seed… I know it would change things. And it would definitely change our friendship.

“Need your hand on me, Ryeson.” I sit up getting right into his face. I need him to get me off before I change my mind. “And I need your fucking tongue in my mouth so I can suck on it.”

His mouth crashes forward and it’s a battle of lust, our tongues and teeth fighting for control. The force of him finally overpowers me and makes me succumb to his lead. It’s more intense than our first kiss. I latch onto his tongue, sucking it to soothe the dire ache building in my gut. His groans are drawing the cum up my shaft. My dick is throbbing so hard I might gooff without his touch. I can hear the sound of his shucking fist, working himself fast.

His body tenses and then he’s jolted by his orgasm, his entire frame jerking between my legs. His stroking hand starts to slow, and his groans begin to quiet. His chest is practically heaving. I release his mouth so he can catch his breath. My dick is now throbbing in pain, but as I reach between my legs, he stops me.

“It’s mine, Baylor. And now your cock is going to pay up.”

He wraps his hand around my dick, and I feel his warm seed coating my skin. He’s using it as lube, gliding up and down, and my balls are already humming for a release. When his other hand comes up to my neck, bracing me in a tight hold, his face mere inches from mine as the air in my lungs becomes shallow, it starts to crest.

“That’s fucking right. Your cock can never deny me.”

It really can’t. If he ever tried to bet me to resist giving myself over, I’d hand him the cash before he even began, surrendering my dick right on the spot. It’s so fucking good I nearly lose consciousness. The intense shocks plowing through hard. His hand slows, and I start to come back into myself, slowly catching my breath again. My eyes finally open and he’s looking right at me. I’m too strung out to try to decipher the look on his face, but when his cheeks start to tip up into a smile, I at least know that he’s not having regrets over what we just did.

“I think the oven’s preheated.”

I shake my head, chuckling. It feels like the entire house is on fire.

He goes over to the sink and washes his hands before he shoves the pizza in the oven. He grabs two bottles of water out of the fridge before he comes back over. I quickly chug mine, trying to cool myself down.

“Now that we’ve established that I’m the best kisser, should we go figure out who’s the best at Call of Duty?” He smirks. Hegrabs the chips and starts toward the great room. I tuck my dick away and hop down from the counter.

“The only reason I said that was because you coerced me.”

He turns and gives me a look then tosses a bag of chips at me. I grab it before it hits the floor.

“You can call me the Kissing King now,” he smiles.

The Two-Minute King to the Kissing King. Wonder what title he’s going to insist on earning next?

12

Ryeson

It feels like I’ve got a hangover. All the confusion churning in my stomach. My thoughts hammering away, giving me a throbbing headache. And the fucked-up part is that I don’t regret doing it. It was the most epic sexual experience of my life. Owning Baylor’s pleasure was hot as fuck. And hands down, he’s the best fucking kisser. But now…in the light of the next day…with Baylor passed out next to me, I know it can’t happen again.

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