Page 17 of The Interview

“Yes, to all of that.” With his free hand, he crooked his finger and waggled it, beckoning me up to his lips. I captured them in a deep kiss, tangling our tongues together and getting lost in the taste of him. Kaylan broke off the kiss to press a small one to the corner of my mouth. “After that fuck fest, can we maybe discuss a second date?”

“I love this plan.”

“Good. Then fuck me, Arden. Fuck me until I can’t walk.”

I didn’t need to be told again. Lifting enough to break off any more kisses, I fumbled in the nightstand drawer, finally comingup with a condom and the lube. The silver packet sat to the side for now while I worked on getting the lube on my fingers and deep in Kaylan’s ass.

The devil moaned and writhed, fucking himself on my fingers as I stretched his hole. Any hope of taking this slow was thrown out the window almost immediately. His body was hot and tight, pulling me in as if it were the one place in the world that I belonged. After only a few minutes, Kaylan was begging for me to slide inside and I couldn’t fight him.

Pausing only long enough to slip on the condom, I grinned to see Kaylan pop up and flip over to his hands and knees.

He flashed an evil look over his shoulder and wiggled that pert ass. “I want you as deep as you can get.”

Not a problem.

Gripping the base of my cock, I brushed the head against his slick, stretched hole, just barely keeping from plunging into his willing body. I eased into him, inch by excruciating inch. The grip of his muscles and tight channel made my fucking toes curl. I squeezed my eyes shut to stop myself from losing it. The sight of my cock disappearing inside of him was eating away at my self-control.

Kaylan was no help at all. Each desperate little whimper and moan quickened my heart. Sweat glistened across his pale back, begging me to lick it away. Only when I was fully seated inside of him did I dare to lean down and press small kisses up each knob of his spine.

“Okay?” I panted. Full sentences were beyond my grasp.

“Yes. God, yes. Move. Please move,” Kaylan begged. His fingers twisted in the pillowcase in front of him as he hung his head. All his muscles were tensed under pale golden skin that shone under the overhead light. So sexy. Everything about him was sexy.

And if I was lucky, we were going to spend many more evenings doing this, allowing me to explore every nook and cranny of his exquisite body.

As soon as I was sure I had a grip on the orgasm that wanted to break free, I moved.

That was my second mistake.

My first was believing I’d ever had a grip on my orgasm.

Kaylan groaned and met me thrust for thrust. While the sexy man under me might like to give off a respectable, reserved persona when he was out in public, that all fell away the moment my thick cock filled his ass. Each deep thrust into his tight body brought out a slew of filthy cries and demands. It was like every wall tumbled over and all his darkest desires fell from his lips.

I wanted to fulfill every one of them.

My grunts and Kaylan’s loud cries of pleasure accompanied the slap of sweaty flesh.

Just as I was reaching the edge of my control, Kaylan sneaked a hand under his body and started rubbing his dick, his arm moving frantically.

“Come for me,” I commanded between clenched teeth. “I want to fucking feel it. Come so hard you forget your damn name.” I sped up, pounding into his body even harder, my fingers digging into his ass. He was going to have finger-shaped bruises in the morning, and I was more than willing to kiss every one when they appeared.

“Arden!” Kaylan screamed, my name fracturing like glass in his throat. His entire body tensed, his muscles clamping on my cock so hard I could barely move. I fucked him through his orgasm, allowing mine to shove me off the same cliff as I filled the condom.

Gathering up the very last of my strength, I wrapped a shaking arm around Kaylan’s waist and took him with me as I collapsed onto my side on the bed so that I spooned him againstmy stomach. Still panting like I’d run the Boston Marathon, I tilted my head forward and nuzzled his sweaty hair.

“You good?”

“I…can’t…feel…”

“Can’t feel what?”

His body shook with a silent chuckle. “My anything.”

I huffed out a laugh and closed my eyes, losing myself for a moment to the feel of Kaylan in my arms, lying right against me. The size difference between us was only a few inches, but it was perfect. He fit my arms as if he were made for them, and I didn’t want him to leave them.

“You know, I think this is going down as my best first date ever,” Kaylan announced, sounding as if he’d caught his breath.

“We haven’t even had dinner and anime yet.”

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