Page 32 of Regret Me Not
“Harder,” Pierce whispered. “Faster. Oh God,yes!”
Hal took him down, all the way, grabbing his shaft as he pulled his head back, and Pierce urged him on unashamedly. If this was what Hal wanted to do, Pierce wanted it—oh God, how he wanted it.
“That’s so good,” Pierce rasped. “So… oh God. Hal…. Hal, I’m going to….”
Then Hal slid his fingers, slick with spit, down Pierce’s crease, and Pierce almost sobbed. One finger, penetrating, just a little, just enough….
“Come!” Pierce cried, tugging on his hair.
But like the night before, when Pierce had been able to pretend it never really happened, Hal sucked hard on the bell and swallowed.
“Thank you,” Pierce chanted. “Thank you, thank you, thank you….”
Hal moved off his cock and pulled up his shorts, sliding up the bed to rest his head on Pierce’s chest.
And Pierce wanted more. With another tug on Hal’s hair, Pierce held his head back.
“Kiss me,” he ordered gently.
Hal’s mouth, glazed with spit and come, swollen from sucking on Pierce’s cock, parted. “But—”
Pierce kissed him, the kiss as sensual as the blowjob. He fell into Hal’s mouth, plundered it, tasted his own semen and swept his tongue in for more. Hal groaned, and Pierce turned his body so Hal was lying on his back in his underwear.
Oh Lord—he was so beautiful. Cut muscles, golden skin—tiny flat caramel-colored nipples. Pierce wanted to taste it all, but Hal’s mouth was too delicious to leave.
He kissed and allowed his hand to roam, playing with the tightened ends of the nipple candy and gliding his palm down the smooth skin of Hal’s stomach.
And still that kiss went on, Pierce’s replete body howling for intimate knowledge of the man who had so pleased him.
He slid his hand under Hal’s waistband and groaned at the decadence of the hardened flesh under his palm.
“Jesus, Hal, you’re huge,” he breathed, squeezing the base and tightening his grip over the shaft.
Hal half sobbed into his mouth. “Ah… oh God… just… keep… oh please….”
Pierce pushed up to move so he could taste too, remember the feeling of a cock down his throat, luxuriate in the taste of another man’s spend. Hal shook his head and captured Pierce with his hands, holding him there for more kisses, intimate and blistering, while Pierce grasped him hard and stroked.
The first spill of hot precome from the head was torture. Piercewantedit,cravedthe feel of it spurting down the back of his throat. But Hal kept up with the kisses, so Pierce kept stroking until Hal cried out, “Slow! Hard! Squeeze the… ohmigod omigod omigod….Pierce!”
Ah!Pierce bucked against Hal’s hip, spilling a little bit himself as the first thick spurt oiled the rest of that amazing member. Pierce kept squeezing, touching, fondling, until the final spend, and Hal whimpered a little, sore.
Pierce pulled his hand up to his mouth, but Hal stopped him, eyes anxious and searching in the darkness.
“I need to get tested,” he whispered, head turned like he was ashamed.
“Do,” Pierce told him, wiping his hand off on the sheets and going in for a kiss. “I want to—”
Hal took his mouth hard, clinging, pulling back right when Pierce’s entire brain was about to obliviate. “Why?” he asked while their harsh breathing returned to normal. “Why did you…?”
“I wanted it to be real,” Pierce told him, his voice a faint rumble and not a whisper. “I wanted us to touch.”
Hal closed his eyes, like that hurt, and swallowed. “I’ll get tested tomorrow,” he promised.
“Did you think I wouldn’t understand?” Pierce’s turn to lay his head on Hal’s shoulder. “Did you think I’d judge you?”
“I wanted you to… to think I was a grown-up,” Hal confessed, voice breaking a little. “All your talk about being old and cynical. I… wanted to be a grown-up and still a unicorn. So you’d know….”
“Shh….” Pierce’s turn to silence the roaring in Hal’s heart. He rolled a bit and kissed Hal, taking the sadness and the worry away. “Shh….” He kissed him again, just the slip of a tongue, not arousing but kind, healing. “You’ll always be a unicorn,” he promised. “You’ll be forty-five and a unicorn. Or sixty. Just because I’m not as strong as you are doesn’t mean I don’t believe in you.”
