Read Kate Sherwood - Dark Horse 2.3 - Into the Light Online
Authors: Kate Sherwood
He switched sides, his mouth and fingers on the opposite nipple, now, and the next nip and lick had my back arching involuntarily, pushing my chest forward for more attention. My brain still wasn’t completely sure, but my body had obviously decided that my nipples were more sensitive than I’d thought. And I was supposed to be giving my brain a break, so I let my body take over.
Ryan was reading my responses pretty clearly, and he kept working my nipples until it was almost unbearable. They were sore, I guess, but it didn’t feel like that. It felt like they were the center of my body, the most sensitive, most exciting part of me. My nipples were engorged and radiating heat in way that I’d only ever experienced from my cock, which was being practically forgotten in this storm of new sensations.
When Ryan finally moved his mouth away from my chest and trailed it down the line between my abs, I was honestly almost too far gone to even think about where he might be going. I felt myself swaying on my feet, as if my body didn’t know how to stay upright when it wasn’t reacting to Ryan’s attentions, and he noticed that as well. “I said horizontal, didn’t I?” His hands found the button of my jeans and danced over the tender skin behind it. “You’re good with losing some more
Ryan’s fingers were a lot more coordinated than I thought mine would be were I to actually try to use them, and he had my button and fly undone quickly. He eased jeans and underwear off together, then slid them off over my ass and moved me so my back was to the bed. He pushed gently and I let myself fall backwards, my body and thighs flat on the bed, my knees bent with my lower legs trailing down to the ground. My cock was sticking straight up, begging for attention, and I was just starting to feel a bit self-conscious about it when I looked up and saw Ryan’s smile. He didn’t look like he was judging at all, just appreciating. He fell to his knees and I was anticipating contact, but instead of his mouth on my cock it was his hands on my feet, pulling my shoes and then my socks off before he eased the rest of my clothes off. I was naked, and incredibly turned on, with a man. It didn’t feel as strange as I’d anticipated, to be honest.
Any opportunity for reflection disappeared when Ryan brought his head forward and let his lips find the head of my cock. Usually I really liked the visual of somebody sucking me off, but I was pretty sure that I was going to have trouble lasting as it was, and somehow being able to see him was just too intense. I let my head fall back on the mattress and brought my arm up, burying my face in the crook of my elbow. I gasped as Ryan slid his lips down my shaft, his tongue working on the underside, and I let myself give in to the sensations again.
I was almost there, almost coming, when he pulled his mouth away and starting kissing my thighs, my balls, everywhere but where I really wanted him. Then he stood up and for a moment I was without any contact at all. I peeked out from under my arm as he stripped his own jeans and underwear off over his bare feet. So there was another landmark for me, naked and hard with another naked, hard man. Again, I wasn’t going to
“Scoot around,” he directed, and pushed my legs up at an angle. I shifted so I was lying on the bed in a more traditional direction, and he climbed up beside me. He was on his knees, his cock almost touching my chest, and he saw me staring at it. He reached down and caught one of my hands and brought it slowly to his cock. I almost jerked back at the first contact—I was used to my own dick, obviously, but somehow I hadn’t expected someone else’s to have such a similar texture, warm velvety skin over throbbing hardness. He let me go slow, let me run my fingers gently along his length, and when I got bolder and wrapped my hand around him, his moan was enough to get me right back on the edge.
I couldn’t get quite the angle I wanted and I shifted around a little, and I found myself on my side, further down on the bed. My mouth was close enough that it seemed completely logical to take the next step, and I could tell that Ryan was watching me, waiting to see if I would. There was no way I was going to back down.
I’d tasted myself before, and the little bit of precome that I licked from the head of Ryan’s cock wasn’t all that different. It was the texture more than the taste that caught me by surprise—I’d never felt a cock with my tongue before, and the sensitive skin there caught more details than my fingers had. I was pretty sure I was going to be just fine with this part of the proceedings. I shifted a little further down the bed before I wrapped my lips around the head. I pulled off again right away, because it just felt weird, and Ryan straightened his legs a little, lifting himself up higher. “Try again,” he suggested. “It takes a while to figure out the angles.”
So I did, and it was better, although I still wasn’t getting as far down his cock as I thought I’d be able to. It was kind of tricky, this whole thing, and I wanted to spend some time figuring things out. I thought about a long Sunday in bed, working through the details, and it sounded just about right.
Ryan eased away from me before I got too much further, and he
shifted us around until I was on my back, and he was lying mostly beside me, leaning over me to kiss me. I could feel his cock jutting into my hipbone, and when he threw a leg over and nestled it between mine, I had no complaints.
My arousal had faded a little while I was messing around with the blowjob, but Ryan’s deep kisses, his thigh rubbing against my cock, and the occasional brush of his fingers over my still-sensitive nipples had me on the edge again in no time. I felt more controlled, though, more like my regular arousal, and I found myself missing the earlier intensity.
Ryan rolled away for a moment and pulled something out of the bedside table, and I felt a quick flash of doubt. Everything had been great so far, and if I came right now, from his mouth or his hand or his goddamn leg, it would be a good night. Did I really want to keep going?
Ryan stretched back out beside me and one look at my face had him smiling wryly. “Are you
finally
going to freak out about this? Seriously, don’t force yourself into something—if you can’t relax, it won’t be good.” He ran his hand down my body, one long line from my neck to my cock. “There’s other ways to get off, Chris.”
“Oh, yeah, I hadn’t thought of that. Good idea.” His sarcasm wasn’t as annoying as it would normally have been, because the words were accompanied by his hands running slowly up and down my chest, fingernails digging in just enough to make me shiver.
We kept kissing, slow and easy, his hands roaming all over my body, until I was so relaxed I would probably have fallen asleep if I wasn’t also totally turned on. When he nudged at my hips, I let him direct my body, and he turned me so I was mostly on my side, facing away from him, with my waist twisted so my shoulders were almost flat on the bed, and my face was still close to his for kissing. It was obvious where we
His mouth finally left mine to trail down over my still-sensitive nipples, although now they just felt bruised and sore, and he seemed to know better than to renew his attentions. A gentle kiss and then he kissed down across my stomach, and leaned over me for a few gentle, wet licks of my cock. His hand on my ass would have been unnoticed if it hadn’t also been sort of wet feeling, and I realized that his finger was lubed at about the same time that it found my hole and started playing around the opening.
That felt good, but I was anticipating too much, thinking about what was to come, and I could feel my muscles tensing again. “Shhh,” Ryan said, and I wanted to object, wanted to point out that I hadn’t actually said a damn thing, but then his mouth sank down over my cock and I let go of my disagreement. I’d been hard for too long—my cock was aching, needing to either find a release or be allowed to shrink away in failure, but Ryan treated it just right. His lips barely touched me and his tongue was feather-light, tickling along the bottom of my cock in a way that was simultaneously soothing and arousing.
He increased the pressure of his lips at the same time that he pushed his finger inside of me. I started to tense, but then didn’t need to. It felt odd, but not bad. I squirmed a little, testing things out, and there was no pain. He moved the finger in and out, slowly, in time with his mouth on my cock, and I was almost disappointed. It felt good, really, the sensation around my hole something like scratching an itch that had waited too long, but it wasn’t earth-shaking. I wasn’t beside myself. If somebody had telephoned me right then, I wouldn’t have needed a message the next goddamn day to know about the call.
“There’s no rush, Chris.” My cock disagreed, but I didn’t bother to voice its opinion because Ryan seemed to be moving in the right direction. The finger in my ass slid out, and I felt something wider at the opening. Ryan leaned in to kiss me, and he pushed in with his cock, just a little. There was the start of a burning, too-stretched feeling, but then Ryan pulled away and the finger was back. He was kissing me, too, slow and easy. He kept playing, switching back and forth between his nimble finger and his wider cock, pushing in a little further each time. My brain was telling me that he was some sort of hero for teasing himself like this, but my body was starting to get into it. The stretch started feeling really good, so that I was impatient for his cock to return each time. When he finally pushed in far enough that the head of his cock slipped past the ring of muscle, I was already arching back towards him, my hips loose, my back tense.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m good. It’s good.” I was telling the truth. Things felt good. Not spectacular, but pleasant. Definitely something I’d want to try again another time.
He moved a little, then, pushing his cock further in. I felt full, stretched, but not uncomfortable, and I stayed relaxed and we kept kissing as he pushed in as far as he could go. His hand returned to my cock, which had stayed hard through all of this—it wasn’t going to give up on its orgasmic goal without a fight. Ryan shifted his hips back in time with the motion of his hand, and set up a slow, gentle rhythm.
Then he changed the angle a little, and the sensations changed. There was something going on. I knew about my damn prostate, I knew it was supposed to feel good, but—the feeling was overwhelming. At first it wasn’t altogether pleasant—it just felt like pressure, like I had to pee, but
it changed as it intensified. I let myself relax into it, and the feeling got stronger, and better. Ryan’s hand on my cock was almost forgotten as all of my focus shifted backwards, inwards. I wasn’t sure what Ryan was doing, or what exactly he was saying, although I was pretty sure he was making soothing, encouraging sounds. All that mattered was the feeling inside of me. It felt like I was building to an orgasm that just didn’t come; the intensity kept building.
I’m pretty sure it was his hand on my cock that finally got me off, but I was already so far gone that I can’t really be sure. The orgasm that washed over me came in waves, crashing through my entire body, more intense than I’d ever felt before. I know I cried out, and I know Ryan was right there with me, the sounds of his climax blending with mine.
It took me a while to come back to reality, but when I did, Ryan was still right there, his lips pressing tiny, gently kisses into the skin just beneath my ear. “You good?” he asked quietly, and I didn’t need to answer him with words. I just bent my head and kissed him, and we soon faded off to sleep.
I woke the next morning to the smell of coffee. There was dim light coming in through the window, but not a lot—it was still early. I sat up in bed just as Ryan came into the room carrying two steaming mugs.
He nodded slowly, carefully. “Yeah. But I understand if you’re not. I mean—you were pretty brave, last night, but that doesn’t mean you want to turn your whole world upside down.”
I remembered the sensations, the climax, but most of all I remembered how I’d felt safe, and how nice it had been to have Ryan taking care of me. “You working with the band, today?”
He leaned down and found the phone, then passed it to me silently. I hit Evan’s number, and when he picked up, I said, “I’m taking a day off. Sick, I guess.”