Page 49 of Accidental Fire
I laughed as he reached for the waistband of my shorts. I lifted my ass to let him pull them down, having not bothered with underwear earlier. Once my dick was out, his warm breath blew over the head, sending shivers down my spine.
“You don’t have to try to take it to the—”
His lips sealed over my cock, and his tongue caressed the underside and the crown. I gasped at the unbelievable sensation. Kit bobbed up and down like a sewing machine needle, so I put my hands on his beautiful hair to slow him down. When he gagged because he went down too far, I whispered, “Don’t choke yourself, please. It feels incredible.”
He slowed down and licked my cock like an ice cream as his hand moved to my balls and began massaging. “Oh god, yes. Just like that.”
My heart pounded as my sac tingled. I knew I was about to explode. “Baby, I’m gonna come.”
Kit hummed around me, and I nearly jumped to the ceiling as the pleasure overtook me. “Fuck, yeah,” I yelled as I began shooting cum into his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, but a little leaked out, so I took my fingers and wiped it from the corners of his mouth before licking my fingers clean.
I pulled him to stand and opened his jeans to passionately lick and kiss and love him so that he never doubted me. His thick member warmed on my tongue, so I sucked harder and tried his little humming trick before I caressed behind his balls.
His salty fluid filled my mouth, and I drank it down like a hungry man as he balanced himself with his hands on my head. I lifted his shirt and planted kisses and nibbles on his abs and down his treasure trail before kissing his cockhead.
Kit pulled me up and kissed me deeply, our flavors mixing in both of our mouths. Someone pounded on the truck door, and we broke the kiss. Both of us laughed at our state of undress.
“Just a minute,” Kit called out to whoever was outside.
We quickly adjusted our clothes, and Kit went to the passenger-side door and lifted the shade before he started laughing as he lowered the window. “What can I do for you, Rowdy?”
“Are you holding the lead guitar player hostage? There’s been some shouting coming from the truck. Do I need to investigate?”
I stepped forward and bent so Rowdy could see me through the open window. “I’m just fine. What’s up?”
“The guys want to run through tonight’s set list if you’re able to move.”
Kit and I both laughed. “We’ll be there in a minute.” He slid the window up and pulled me to sit in his lap. “How’d I do?”
I took his handsome face in both of my hands. “Wonderful. How was it? As bad as you thought it would be?”
His gaze met mine. “It was fantastic. Your taste is addicting, I’m afraid. I don’t know what plans you have for the break, but will you come home with me? I’ll teach you to surf.”
I had no desire to learn to surf, but being with him for two weeks was like a gift I hadn’t thought I’d ever get. I wasn’t sure it was one I deserved. “I’d love to go home with you.”
Dockweiler Beach
I sat on a grass mat with my guitar on my lap, simply staring out at the waves as they lapped at the shore. Kit was sitting in the water astride a surfboard that he said he’d had since he was sixteen. He was wearing a black wetsuit that hugged every inch of his body and gave me a raging hard-on.
We had returned from Boise on Thursday afternoon, having decided to sleep in Boise on Wednesday night after the show. Kit and I had gone to a diner not far from the venue and got some food while the tour bus and the entourage left to make the drive back to LA ahead of us.
The food at Sue-Bee’s Diner wasn’t five-star, but I’d been with Kit, and we’d had an amazing time. We’d slept in the truck in the Treefort’s parking lot, and Thursday morning, after we were well-rested, we’d driven back to Los Angeles.
Our first stop had been to drop off Kit’s truck at Sound Wave Studios, where it would be safe until we began part two of the tour, and then Mr. Ashby drove us to Kit’s cottage on the beach. “I’ll see you on Friday, guys. We’ll have a family dinner and talk about how the tour’s going.”
Kit hugged him, and then I’d done the same. We’d grabbed our bags from the trunk and walked hand in hand into a small cottage that felt like home to me in an instant.
Cold water! “Stop!”
Kit laughed, shaking his long hair at me like a wet dog and pulling me from my warm thoughts of the cottage. “You sure you don’t want to try? I can take you out, and you can stay seated. It’s fun. I promise.” He pointed to his surfboard resting on the sand.
I placed my guitar beside me and pulled Kit onto the mat to kiss him. When we broke apart, he smiled. “Can you not swim? I’ll teach you.”
I laughed. “I can swim just fine, thank you.”
Kit looked up and down the beach before he moved onto his hands and knees. “Nobody’s out here. How about I go down on you, and then you go out with me on the board?”
“Oh, are you trying to bribe me, Mr. Hansen?”
