Page 55 of Adrift Without You
Once in position, I relax my head down onto my forearms and spread my knees wide. My ass is on display and my cock hangs heavy between my legs, leaking pre-cum onto the bed. Kygrowls possessively, and I shudder in anticipation, contracting and releasing my hole.
“Jesus, Bren, do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasised about this?” There’s no time to answer before Ky’s warm, wet tongue licks over my hole. Whimpers fall from my mouth as he laps salaciously, moaning at the taste of me, worshipping my ass.
Getting rimmed has always sent me feral. Perhaps because it seemed so damn filthy and taboo when I was younger. Ky hums—fucking hums—as he circles my rim, then dips his tongue inside. My entire body melts with pleasure, my skin tingling from head to toe. Getting my ass played with is even better than I remembered, but, if we don’t move this along soon, I’ll blow my load before the main event.
“Ky, please, need you inside me.” I push my ass back onto his tongue, aching for more.
Ky stops to coat his fingers with lube and pushes two in, slapping my ass hard then soothing the skin with soft, circular strokes. Looking over my shoulder, I watch Ky, his gaze focused on his fingers sliding in and out. His lips are parted and his breaths shallow as he jerks himself with his other hand.
“Are you open enough, or do you need more prep?”
“I’m ready,” I say without hesitation. “Get on your back.” I’m already moving, straddling Ky as soon as he lies down. Grabbing the lube, I slick up his cock, then hover over him, grabbing his shaft and slapping it against my ass.
“No teasing, baby. Just ride me.”
Eyes locked on Ky, I slowly sink down, my breath hitching as his cockhead pops through that first ring of muscles, then exhaling shakily as his thick girth stretches me to the hilt. We both moan at the magnitude of the sensation, of becoming one. Once fully seated, I still, giving my mind and body time to adjust to having him so deep inside.
Ky’s hands stroke up my thighs then squeeze firmly into my flesh, holding me in place. “Bren don’t move yet, or I’ll come. You feel fucking incredible. So warm and tight and perfect for me.” His words have me involuntarily clenching around his cock. “Bren, please don’t. Fuck!”
I focus on relaxing, placing my hands over Ky’s to ground myself. “I missed you,” I say, my voice thick with emotion.
Ky eyes soften. “I missed you, too.”
I lean forward, kissing him, tender and full of the love I’ve tried so hard to hide. When I sit back up, I rock my hips, then circle my pelvis, stretching myself. After a few minutes, when Ky is back in control, I begin to ride him. Slowly at first, lifting nearly all the way off before sinking back down. I roll my hips every time because that always drove him wild when we were young.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says. His voice is breathy, eyes shining with admiration.
When my thighs start to shake from exertion, Ky sits up and gathers me in his arms. We make out as if we’re trying to climb inside one another, two people meant to be one. Sitting in his lap feels so damn good—his cock deep inside and his arms wrapped protectively around me.
When we’ve both eased back from orgasm, we switch positions, me on my hands and knees and Ky kneeling behind.
He soon works up to a punishing speed that sends bolts of pleasure up my spine. Profanities and declarations to God pour from our mouths and our skin becomes slick with sweat as he pulls me forcefully back onto his cock. I may as well have died and gone to heaven it’s that fucking good. Up until now, I’ve resisted touching myself, not wanting to come, but, regardless, I’m so close again. I’m about to tell Ky to slow when he suddenly ceases thrusting.
“Fuck! Bren, I gotta stop. Just for a minute.”
“I’m close too. You feel too good.”
Ky’s strong arms wrap around my chest, and he pulls me up onto my knees, my back flush to his chest. I arch, turning my head to seek out his lips. He remains inside of me while we kiss, then he slowly pulls out and guides me down onto my back.
“Bren, I can’t last much longer. You need to tell me. Can I?”
I know what he’s asking—if he can come inside me or if I want him to pull out. The fact that we’re fucking raw hasn’t escaped me. I could’ve brought it up, but I didn’t because I wanted this, no matter how wrong it is. It’s a huge risk, I know, and one I pray I won’t regret. “Yeah, I want you to,” I whisper, our eyes meeting.
I spread my legs wide and pull Ky down over me, his masculine scent surrounding me. This is what I want most of all, and I know Ky does too. It’s why we’ve saved missionary for last.
He slides back into me and fucks me slow and deep, making sure I feel his entire length with every stroke.
I hold him tightly, never wanting this to end, but my body rushes ahead anyway, moving closer and closer to release. Ky is the only man I’ve ever come untouched with—his cock’s that fucking good—and I just know it’s about to happen again. Our lips remain locked, and we pant and moan, bodies increasingly wild and frantic as we tumble toward euphoria. Then, just before I come, Ky pulls back so his watery eyes meet mine.
“I love you,” he says.
Those long overdue words split my heart wide open and pleasure rolls through my body in unstoppable waves. I cry out, ragged and raw, my body convulsing as my release coats our stomachs.
As I come down from my orgasm, Ky watches me with awe in his eyes, like he’s seen something he never thought possible. He looks so young, so innocent and pure, and somehow the past and present seem to converge. My sweet, broken boy is here trying to make it right.
“Bren, it’s true. I love you,” he repeats again.
My voice breaks as I reply. “I love you, too. So fuckin’ much.”
