Page 32 of Lost Boy
We lie still for a moment, shirtless and in our underwear, and we haven’t even kissed.
I want to fix that tonight.
I roll to my side and stare at the dark outline of his profile, reaching out to skim my fingers along the ridges and valleys until I get to his mouth. I let them hover over his lips, feeling his breath coming out in little short puffs.
Is he worked up?
The thought, even the possibility, starts to get me hard. I touch the pillowy-soft flesh of his lips and trail my fingers over the silver hoop I’ve been dying to taste.
“Do your lips hurt?” I ask.
“No,” he responds, breath hot against my touch.
“Damn,” I tease. “I was gonna kiss them better.”
Fallon whimpers, and the sound gives me the consent I need to press my mouth to his. The feel of his plump lips and that cool metal held against my own spurs me on. To experience what I’ve so desperately wanted to experience with him. I plunge my tongue deep, tangling with his and kissing him how I’ve dreamed of since we met.
Fallon scrambles to his knees, never breaking the contact between our lips. I help maneuver him on top of me, encouraging him to sit down with a firm grip around his small waist. It’s sexy as hell.
Holy fuck.
“Fallon,” I whisper into his mouth. “You okay?” I need to check on him. He doesn’t voice things out loud on his own.
“Yeah. Fine,” he responds, out of breath. I nuzzle my face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and rubbing my skin against the slight sweat on his overheated flesh.
“You getting hot for me, Blue?” I ask him, wishing I could see his face but settling for tasting his mouth instead. I squeeze his waist more firmly and slide his body down until he’s resting over my dick instead of my abs.
“Sit,” I instruct so he has no room to be shy. Fallon listens, whimpering as he lowers to my lap, only the soft cotton of our underwear separating us. And I’m hard, like offensively hard. It’s ridiculous, but I can’t stop now, and I know Fallon doesn’t want me to. I press my hips up and grind my cock into his.
“Ride me, Fal,” I tell him, running my hand down his waist and grabbing hold of his hip, helping him rock against me. I feel his erection graze my own, and we groan at the new sensation. It doesn’t take more than a few fumbling thrusts before we get into a steady rhythm that’s both of our undoing.
“Ryder,” he whimpers. “I. . . I’m going to come.” He’s grinding against me harder but keeping the same even tempo.
Oh God, he’s so fucking hot. “Come then, come for me on your birthday.”
Fallon’s body obeys, and he buries his face into my chest as he comes hard, crying out as his dick pulses against mine, triggering my own release. My hold on his hip tightens, possibly adding another mark to the many that already decorate his body, but I can't stop myself. I grit my teeth and come harder than I ever have.
Holy fuck.
We’re panting, sticky messes when we come down from the orgasm high. That was incredible, and Ineedto do it again.
“Shit. Blue.”
“I know,” he murmurs into my chest, and the cool scrape of his lip ring against my nipple causes me to hiss out and thrust into him again.
“Fuck. Can you suck on my nipple? I need to feel that lip ring.Please, Fallon.”
I’m not above begging. Clearly.
“Unghh!” I shout obscenely, and Fallon quickly slaps a hand over my mouth to stop the porn star moan from exploding out of me as he continues to suck and lick at my nipple. He drags his lip over the tight little bud, and I shiver as his piercing tugs on my sensitive flesh.
“Stop, or I’ll need to come again,” I tell him in a breathy rush.
“Do it, then.”
I hesitate. “Uh. . .”
As much as I want to, I don’t think we should go any further than making out and coming in our underwear together.
