Page 29 of Sugar Rush
My breath shivered out at the sensation, the muscles in my thighs clenching. “Yes. Yes, please.Kieran.”
The pressure of his second finger was so good, stretching me out just enough for a slight sting. Breaching me gently and slowly, he stroked at my inner walls, gradually going deeper as I whimpered and squirmed.
“Tight little virgin,” he said, between gritted teeth. “Am I the only one that’s ever touched you like this?”
I nodded, biting down into my lower lip. “You’re the only one I want touching me.”
He bared his teeth for a moment at my words, his breath tumbling out in a hot rush. He sped up his motions, brushing over my prostate once, then more and more until I was spasming around his fingers.
“I’m really close already,” I gasped out. I’d gotten straight A’s in biology, but I hadn’t known it would feelthisgood. I’dfingered myself before, but obviously I hadn’t been doing it right. I’d never leaked out so much precum or slick before. It was embarrassing, like I’d already finished all over myself.
“You could come from just my fingers?” He asked, reverence and arousal roughening his voice even more.
“D-definitely.”
Hooking them inside me, he stroked that spot over and over with perfect accuracy. I let out a strangled moan and my back arched, my head falling back on the pillow.
“No,” he said, letting my wrists go to grasp my chin and force me to meet his eyes. “Look at me when I’m making you come.”
His commanding tone and the way his dark eyes were piercing me pushed me over the edge. I moaned out his name and a bunch of other stuff that didn’t even make sense, my freed hands digging into his bedspread. My balls drew up tight to my body, throbbing as my untouched cock shot out pulse after pulse of hot, sticky cum.
Groaning from deep within his chest, Kieran pulled up onto his knees, shifting his hips so the fat head of his cock was pressed up against my clenching hole. It was burning hot, and so much bigger than the width of his fingers it made my head spin. He stroked his shaft hard and fast, fisting it and grinding the head on my tight ring, using my slick as lube.
“You can fuck me,” I offered again, still caught in the tingly pleasure of my barely finished orgasm. “I want you to.”
His eyes snapped up to mine, glaring at me like I’d suggested something unspeakably terrible. I expected him to reprimand me for suggesting it after he’d already told me no, but right away his whole body stiffened, his hips jerking against me a bit before I felt hot stripes of cum ooze out onto my hole.
Whimpering, I tried not to blush at the feeling of it dripping down my crack and onto his bed. I wanted him to push it intome, where it belonged, but I knew he’d probably choke me for real this time if I said it out loud.
When he was done, shuddering and shivering against me, he laid his forehead on my bent knee, panting.
The silence was heavy, and I knew he was probably thinking all kinds of dark thoughts. Thoughts that I didn’t want him having.
“Please don’t be mad at me,” I piped up softly. “I’m really sorry for sneaking in here.”
“I’m not mad at you,” he said. To my relief, most of the anger seemed to have ebbed out of his voice, but there was still this note in it that I hated. Like he was in pain. “I just… I’m just trying to understand why you’re doing this.”
“What do you mean?” I asked incredulously. “I like you, Kieran. A lot. What else could possibly be my motivation for all this?”
He winced slightly at my words, like they were a bullet that had just barely grazed him. Shifting back up to his knees, he tucked his softening dick back into his jeans and zipped them. Being the only one naked made me feel kind of exposed and uncomfortable.
“But why now? Why are you suddenly so…” He hesitated, like he didn’t know how to say it out loud. “Why do you want this so much now?”
Tilting my head, my brows furrowed. “You mean why do I like you now?”
“Yeah.”
A small laugh tumbled out of my lips, despite the incredibly tense and heavy atmosphere. It was such a ridiculous question, and I couldn’t believe how incredibly oblivious he’d always been to my feelings for him.
“I’ve liked you forever, Kieran. Seriously. The only reason it’s different now is because of…” Now I was the one hesitating.He was hard on himself when it came to me, and I wasn’t sure I should be totally honest about that night. Knowing him, he’d probably be convinced that he’d forced himself on me or something. “The other night, when you came home drunk… Before that, I didn’t really think I had a chance with you.”
“Can you… Tell me what I did?” He asked, sounding like he really didn’t want to know. The resigned note in his voice cemented my decision on what to tell him. Maybe it was wrong, but I’d rather be wrong and lie to keep from potentially hurting someone I cared so much about.
“Um…” I glanced down at my body, where pools of my own cum were dotted all over my stomach, and my ass was dripping with his. “Yeah, but…”
“Hang on,” he said instantly, springing up off the bed like he’d been shocked. I heard him rustling around for a second, before the sound of rushing water from the bathroom. He came back into the room with a damp washcloth. I reached out to take it from him, but he didn’t seem to notice, kneeling on the bed next to me. Gently but thoroughly, he started mopping up the mess all over my stomach. It was stupid, but it made my heart flutter in my chest like a leaf trembling in the wind.
Carefully laying my hand on his arm, I stroked his skin with my fingertips. I knew it was probably the last thing he wanted at the moment, but touching him felt so soothing.
