Page 50 of Companion Required

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kieran

“FuckohfuckohfuckohFUCKOHFUCKOH.”

Kieran’s body had become a massive active volcano, with a devastating eruption only milliseconds away.

Until.

“NOOoooo!”

For the third time, Kennedy had brought Kieran right to the toe-curling edge of what promised to be the best orgasm of his life, caressing Kieran’s balls with one hand and drawing that talented mouth and tongue up and down his eager, granite-hard shaft—only to pull his mouth away with a pop seconds before lift-off.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?” Kieran whimpered.

“Giving you your money’s worth,” said Kennedy, smiling up at Kieran, those cool blue eyes gazing playfully.

“You’re not, you’re torturing me. I swear, Kennedy,” said Kieran, pleading, “if you don’t finish me off soon, I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands. Literally.”

Just after they’d entered the cabin and Kennedy had switched on the ‘do not disturb’ sign, as Kieran had kicked off his shoes in the upstairs bedroom, a wave of uncertainty had hit him. But Kennedy had pulled him into a gentle kiss, which had initially calmed him before turning molten, reigniting Kieran’s arousal. Grinning hungrily, Kennedy had pushed him back onto the mattress, pulling off Kieran’s trousers and underpants completely before obliging with his promised ‘deluxe service’. Lying back on the bed, his knees hanging over the end of the mattress, Kieran had watched in awe and bliss as Kennedy had devoured him. Right now, his head bobbed up and down, mouth sucking hard, combined with his snakelike tongue’s caress around his shaft, one hand gripping the base, pumping, gradually building speed.

Kieran’s hands clutched handfuls of duvet as his thighs begin to tremble, his head thrown back onto the mattress, a carnal roar issuing from somewhere deep inside. Kennedy finally sent him over the precipice, swallowing Kieran’s whole length into his throat as the inevitable orgasm ripped through him. Without removing his mouth, Kennedy took every drop Kieran had to offer, with Kieran moaning loudly and unashamedly, his heart thumping, dark spots flickering across his vision.

Lying there, staring up unseeing, he wondered if he should be freaking out a little right now that another man had just blown him. But he wasn’t. In fact, if Kennedy offered to do him again, he’d definitely not only let him, he’d plead with him—well, maybe after resting up a little. Sex had always been a bit like going through the motions with Jennifer. And she had avoided oral sex, usually wanted to get the main deed over and done with as quickly as possible, without too much fuss or foreplay. If this was his initiation to gay sex, then he was fucked. What other incredible delights might be in store?

“Are you okay?” came Kennedy’s voice.

Kieran’s addled brain tried to find the words.

“Feels as though you turned all the bones in my body to liquid and then sucked them out through my cock.”

“Eloquent,” said Kennedy, after laughing aloud.

Kieran just about managed to raise his head and stare at the man between his legs.

“Get up here,” said Kieran. “Next to me.”

Kieran enjoyed ordering Kennedy around, and, oddly enough, every time he did, Kennedy did exactly as he demanded. When Kennedy landed next to him, Kieran pulled him into a kiss, tasting the saltiness of himself on Kennedy’s tongue. This time, Kieran took his time and sensed Kennedy doing the same.

“You’re turning into a total kiss whore, Mr West,” said Kennedy. “So, how was your first ever gay blow job?”

“If I offer to give you back the five hundred, can I get one of those every day for the rest of the trip?”

Kennedy laughed aloud again, that nice rumble Kieran had come to enjoy.

“How about you keep the five hundred, and I’ll still give you one of those every day, anyway? So you’re staying? For the rest of the trip?”

“Fuck yeah. I always was, but I definitely am now.”

Oddly enough, Kennedy let out a deep sigh then, but when Kieran turned his head, he saw him on his back, looking into the air and smiling. But then a sudden thought came to Kieran.

“Shit. What about you? Don’t you need to get off, too?”

Once again Kennedy laughed, quieter this time, and placed a hand across his eyes, becoming a little sheepish.

“I already did. Shot a load in my trousers when you came.”

“No!”

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