Page 59 of Catching Kyle
“And I haven’t had sex in ages. So we’re good there.”
Good. Because the thought of Kyle’s seed inside me makes my hole twitch.
He grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs, down a long hallway, and into his bedroom. I pause when we reach it, taking it all in. A king-size bed sits in the middle of the room, illuminated by two dim lights on either side of the bed. There are two tall windows beyond the lights, their curtains slightly parted. Outside, rain is still falling, the sun nearly set beyond the dark clouds, bathing the room in a navy glow. The bed is neatly made, and the floor is spotless. I’m surprised how well-kept his room is. But when the AC blasts me, I realize how cold I am.
“You’re shivering,” Kyle says, putting his hand on my arm.
“I was just out in the rain, so yeah,” I say, my arms crossed against my wet body.
I had stood with my car door open in the soaking rain, thinking about what Kyle said. He might not know what he’s going to decide to do about his sexuality, but I can’t just let him go. Though there is a possibility he won’t be available in the future, he’s emotionally available to me right now. And that’s what matters. And I like him too. I want to give this a chance. If there’s a fallout, we can deal with it later.
“My bathroom’s over here,” he says, turning on the light. “You can take a shower.”
I walk over to the pristinely tiled and well-lit bathroom that probably costs more than my yearly salary. Or what my salary used to be. In a week, I won’t have my fucking job.
“Thanks,” I say, making my way inside.
He smiles and kisses me. “I want to keep doing this,” he says, planting another kiss on my nose. “But I don’t want you to freeze.”
“Me too,” I say. “I’ll be quick.”
I look at the shower. It has a nozzle that I can use to clean myself with—prepare myself for some fun. If Kyle really means it.
I turn to him. “Weird question—do you have lube?”
He furrows his brow at me. “Why would that be weird?” He opens his nightstand drawer and there’s a full bottle of silicon lube. “I bought it just for this.”
I laugh. “You knew this would happen?”
“I’ve watched your porn for years,” he says, laying back in the bed, showing up his tree-trunk arms. “I had my hopes high for this.”
I smirk. “Cocky. Don’t ruin your chances when you’re so close.”
“Oh,” he says, sitting up. “Are you saying you don’t want to do this?”
The worry on his face is so genuine that I’m tempted to abandon my shower and jump in bed with him right now. He may be forced to decide between hissexuality and his career, but I can tell he meant every word back there. He really does like me. He does want to give this a real try.
“I’m joking,” I say. “Just give me some time to thaw.”
He relaxes, laying back down. “Don’t scare me like that,” he tries to say playfully, but it comes out more serious than not.
“I’ll be quick,” I say. “Don’t worry.”
I hop in the shower, welcoming the steamy warmth. He has one of those flatheads with like a hundred little spouts that covers me in water, and somehow, the water pressure is still fantastic. I guess this is what an NFO salary pays for.
As I warm up and clean myself, the situation hits me. I’m about to have sex with Kyle fucking Weaver. My dick hardens as I play through all the fantastic scenarios I’ve put together while thinking of Kyle. And since he’s watched my videos, I know he’s fantasized about me, wishing he could have done to me what so many others have. It’s also been a couple days since I’ve gotten off, so my sex drive is high.
My entire torso lights up with excitement. I have an opportunity here. Maybe having sex will help him come to a decision. If I show him just how good our sex can be, maybe he’ll see no other option worth taking besides coming out.
I dry off, then wrap the towel around my waist, my resolve fully strengthened. I’m going to bring Kyle Weaver to the altar of my body and give him pleasure so exquisite that he’ll have no choice but to continue wanting me.
Chapter 24
Kyle Weaver
WhenMichaelopensmybathroom door, he’s wearing one of my navy towels around his waist, his torso completely bare. His dark body hair creates a thick line from his waist to his belly button, from there to his chest and then flared out onto his pecs. He’s got a toned belly with some muscle lines, and I just want to squeeze him and press my face into him, getting his natural scent all over me.
He approaches the bed, and neither of us say a word. He leans against it but doesn’t get any closer.
