Page 65 of Common Goal
Finally Eric gathered up his courage and asked, “Can I kiss you?”
Kyle tilted his chin up. “Please.”
He stayed perfectly still, letting Eric come to him. A jolt shot through Eric when their lips met—excitement mingled with relief that he finally had what he’d been obsessing over for days. Kyle’s lips were so soft and warm, and he was kissing him back so sweetly, not pushing. When Eric opened his mouth, and their tongues brushed against each other, he tasted the spices from the tomato sauce, and the mint from the mojitos.
Kyle tangled his fingers into Eric’s hair, tugging gently, and why was that so fucking hot? When Eric groaned into his mouth, Kyle took control of the kiss, walking Eric backward until he bumped up against the refrigerator.
That small change—the sudden feeling of being trapped between the stainless steel and Kyle’s firm, warm body—flipped a switch inside him. He had a very rare lapse of control, kissing Kyle wildly, desperately trying to pull him even closer. When had he last been this turned on? Had he ever been?
“Let’s go upstairs,” Kyle murmured against his lips.
As turned on as he was, Eric still couldn’t help glancing around the kitchen. He knew he’d get teased for this, but he had to say it. “Okay. But first, do you mind if I clean up?”
Kyle stepped back, grinning. “It would kill you to leave this mess here, wouldn’t it?”
Eric picked up the skillet and stepped around him. “I wouldn’t be able to focus. No joke.”
“I believe you.” There was no judgment in Kyle’s tone. He just went to the island and gathered their dirty dishes. It only took about ten minutes, with the two of them working together, and the shift in activities gave Eric a chance to cool off a bit. He needed to approach this thing with a clearer head otherwise he was going to, a) jump Kyle like a horny teenager, and b) come immediately.
When they finished, Kyle looped his arms around Eric’s neck. “Now then. Where were we?”
Eric chuckled. “That was cheesy.”
“It’s eager,” Kyle corrected. “I’ve been thinking about taking you apart for days.”
Eric froze. “Have you really?”
“Of course,” Kyle said easily. “I have so many plans for you.”
God, he was stunning. So confident and sexy and, well,young. Eric couldn’t believe he was really in his arms. About to be in his bed. Even if it was just in the interest of being a helpful friend. He kissed him again, because he could do that, for now.
“Let’s go,” Eric murmured, hoping his desire masked his nerves. He led Kyle up the two flights of stairs to the master bedroom, taking deep, calming breaths as he tried to slow his racing heart.
“Wow. This is...wow,” Kyle said when they reached the top of the stairs.
The bedroom and en suite bathroom took up the entire top floor of the house. Eric loved this room, with its large windows and exposed brick wall. One of his favorite paintings hung on the wall opposite the bed—a large abstract oceanscape he found both calming and overwhelming. The floors and the sturdy frame and headboard of his king-size bed were made from reclaimed wood. It was a very peaceful space, and one that, right now, with the dramatic lighting he had set earlier and the beautiful man standing in the middle of the floor, he could also describe as sexy.
Kyle sat on the end of the bed, still gazing around the room. “So what’s on the menu?” he asked. “I want to ask now before we start making out again. What do you want to do tonight?”
“I...” Ericshouldhave an answer ready for this question, but he was coming up blank. He thought about Kyle’s mouth and how it felt against his own. How it would feel other places. And also how it would feel to be on his knees for Kyle, using his mouth to earn words of praise and moans of pleasure. “I’d like to try...oral.”
Kyle crossed his arms and grinned. “You want to suck my cock, Eric?” His tone was playful and seductive at the same time, and, god, those words. Eric’s erection had flagged a bit when they’d journeyed upstairs, but now he shifted his stance so his arousal wasn’t quite so obvious.
“I can’t promise to be great at it,” he said honestly. “But I’d like to try.”
Kyle slid off the bed, chewing his lip as he walked toward him. “I don’t mind being your test subject.” His gaze darted to the obvious bulge that had formed in Eric’s pants. “I also wouldn’t mind giving you a demonstration first.”
“Oh—”
Kyle crushed their mouths together, kissing Eric fervently. Eric’s brain was sluggish with lust—a sensation he wasn’t used to—but he did his best to keep up with the kiss. He wanted Kyle to take charge and do whatever he liked, but he didn’t know how to ask. He didn’twantto ask. For once in his life, Eric didn’t want to be the one in control.
Kyle dropped his hand to Eric’s crotch and began caressing his rigid cock through his pants. “Nice,” Kyle murmured appreciatively. He kissed Eric’s jaw, and then nipped his earlobe. Eric’s head tipped back and he let out a completely involuntary moan. “You’re so hard for me already. Been too long, hasn’t it, baby?”
The pet name should have sounded weird—they barely knew each other—but Eric found it thrilling. “Too long,” he agreed breathlessly.
“We’ll fix that,” Kyle promised. “I’m going to wring you out tonight.”
God, that sounded wonderful. Eric kissed him again, which he hoped showed his approval of Kyle’s plans. He stilled, his whole body buzzing with anticipation, as Kyle unfastened Eric’s pants and slipped his hand inside. His fingers wrapped around Eric’s cock, making Eric whimper into Kyle’s mouth. He knew he’d wanted this, but now that he had this beautiful man’s hand wrapped around him, and his slick tongue stroking his own, Eric didn’t know how he’d ever lived without it.
