Page 104 of Common Goal
“No.”
“There’s something to work on during your retirement.”
“Stop making me laugh,” Eric said, his whole body shaking. He composed himself with a long, slow breath, then just enjoyed the waves of pleasure that rippled through his body as Kyle made his nerve endings sing. It felt wonderful to be taken care of this way, to have everything removed so Eric could only focus on pleasure. He should feel helpless, but instead he felt...safe. Cared for. Loved.
A white-hot burst of pleasure rocketed through Eric when Kyle stroked his prostate. His body lurched forward, as if trying to escape the overwhelming sensation.
“Too much?” Kyle asked gently. He kissed Eric’s shoulder, then his temple. Eric felt his warm breath against his ear. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” Eric rasped. “Don’t stop. Again. Please.”
Kyle kissed the corner of his mouth, then disappeared. A moment later, he had a finger—possibly two—inside Eric again. Relief crashed over Eric, breaking over his skin and flooding his insides. Kyle was with him, inside him, right where Eric needed him. Giving him what Eric had craved for over two weeks. He worked Eric’s prostate, sending jolt after jolt of sharp pleasure through Eric’s trembling body.
Eric’s cock—god, he had almost forgotten about his cock—felt like a kettlebell between his legs. It hung, huge and heavy as an anchor as Kyle devoted all of his attention to Eric’s ass. Eric focused on it now, on how desperately it wanted to be touched. At how each press of Kyle’s finger against his prostate forced drops of precum to weep out of Eric’s slit. He could imagine a trail of silvery fluid connecting his swollen cock to the mattress. A pool of his arousal on the bedsheets.
Kyle gently squeezed his balls, and Eric cried out and clenched around the fingers that were still in his ass.
“God, they’re like granite,” Kyle said breathily. “I can’t decide where I want you to come.”
Eric wanted to tell him to make up his mind about that right fucking now, but instead he just whimpered and said, “Please.”
Kyle chuckled behind him, then gently stroked Eric’s cock a couple of times. Eric tried to hump his hand, but Kyle took it away as soon as his hips started moving.
“Need to come.”
“I know. Fuck, me too. You’ve got me so fucking turned on. How do you want it? Do you want to see?”
Eric nodded against the mattress. “Yes.”
Kyle guided him to his back and positioned Eric’s hands above his head again. He straddled Eric’s waist, and Eric relished the weight of him. Loved being trapped under him. Kyle’s ass pressed against Eric’s groin, and Eric realized Kyle had removed his clothes at some point. Kyle rolled his hips, and Eric’s cock slid along his ass crack. Eric moaned loudly, torn between wanting to come like this, splashing his release against Kyle’s bare ass, or stuffing his cock deep inside him. Fuck, he wasn’t even wearing a condom. This was dangerous.
“D-don’t,” he gritted out. “I’m too fucking close for that.”
Kyle seemed to understand, and lifted his ass away from the landmine that was Eric’s erection. Then his lips landed on Eric’s, and Eric responded immediately, kissing him hungrily—wildly—loving the hot urgency of Kyle’s mouth. Loving how intense the kiss felt with his eyes still covered. But god, he wanted to see. Wanted to gaze at Kyle and watch his face contort when he came.
“Kyle,” Eric murmured against his lips. “Want to see you.”
Two fingers slipped under the elastic that held the blindfold in place, and then it was gone. It took Eric a moment to realize he’d had his eyes closed under the cloth, and he blinked them open. Everything was bright and blurry, even though the overhead light in the room was off.
“Hi,” Kyle said quietly.
Eric blinked again. His eyes were damp with tears, which he couldn’t explain. “Hi.”
Kyle was breathtaking. He was still wearing his glasses, but nothing else, and grinned when Eric noticed. His disheveled hair fell over his forehead, into his winter-blue eyes. His cheeks were pink with exertion and arousal, and Eric couldn’t stop looking at him.
“You’re so beautiful,” Eric said. He sounded wrecked, his voice high and strained.
Kyle was slowly stroking his own cock, still straddling Eric’s waist. The head was dark and shiny, and Eric wanted it in his mouth almost as badly as he wanted to watch Kyle jerk off. His gaze darted from Kyle’s straining forearm to that tantalizing bulge in his bicep, to his wet, kiss-bruised mouth, then back to the glistening head of his cock.
“Tell me what you want,” Kyle said shakily. “Tell me.”
“Want you to come. Want it all over me.” Eric hadn’t let himself think before answering. He wasn’t capable of thinking anymore.
Kyle stroked himself faster. His chest heaved as his breathing sped up, and he kept his eyes locked on Eric’s. “Tell me to stop,” he said. “Don’t let me come yet.”
Holy fuck. Eric was going to come without any contact on his dick if Kyle kept this up. He nodded because he couldn’t find words. He would try to do this for Kyle. He would get this right.
He watched Kyle’s face, observed every change in his eyes, in his breathing, in the tension in his neck as Kyle ruthlessly jerked himself. Eric watched him until Kyle’s eyes kept snapping closed, then opening again. Until the flush in his cheeks spread down to his stomach. He didn’t speak, didn’t say he was close, but Eric knew.
