Page 6 of Crease Collision

I hunch over and squeeze his shoulders. “Stop.”

He sucks harder, and I shake him a little. “Stop, Kai. Do not make me come like this.”

His eyes widen as he pulls off, and after swiping his hand across his mouth, he says, “I’d like to swallow your cum.”

He is so earnest, it sounds like he is begging for a reward.

“Maybe later, if you still like me,” I say.

He gets to his feet. “Why wouldn’t I like you? I may love sucking dick, but I don’t do it for just anyone.”

That makes me feel so good I consider shoving him to his knees again.

“My cock is that special, eh? You like them big and strong?”

He laughs. “Don’t get too full of yourself.”

“I do not want to be full of myself, but I think maybe you want to be full of me.”

He glances away for a second, then smirks. “What?”

“Turn around.”

“Why?”

“Do it.”

His forehead crinkles, and he does as I ask. His ass is muscular and tight, as fair as the snow. A new wave of desire sweeps over me as I imagine fucking him. I am sure of what I need, but the question is what he wants. Making him feel good, no matter what it takes, is what will satisfy me the most.

He sucks in air as I run the fingertips of both hands down his back. Then he barks in surprise when I slap his ass.

I step closer, and when I lick the back of his neck, he shudders.

“Maybe…” I whisper.

When I kiss him there, he moans and presses back against me.

“Maybe what?” he whispers.

I slide a finger between his cheeks. He grunts as I trace downward, then starts trembling when I linger over his hole. As I begin circling it, he gives a long, urgent moan.

I kiss behind his ear. “I think you want my big, strong cock inside your sexy ass.” I press against his hole and say, “I am leaking enough to fuck you right here if you want. God, I know you will be so tight.”

He makes little sounds, and when he turns around, I can tell he’s trying to be quiet. Our eyes meet for an instant before he looks away. He is nervous, but I don’t think it is about getting fucked.

After a moment, he turns his eyes back to me. “I want you inside me. I like it when…” He pauses, swallowing hard. “When someone takes control.”

His confession hangs between us. A flicker of uncertainty in his eyes makes me wonder if he is worried I might judge him for this admission. Instead, I feel a surge of protectiveness.

“What else do you like?” I ask softly, running my thumb along his jawline.

He leans into my touch. “Muscular guys like you. Not gentle. Telling me what to do.”

This is even better than I thought, and now I understand why I have reacted to all his signals. He wants the same thing I do but in reverse.

He presses his face against my shoulder when I take him in my arms.

“Do not worry,” I say against his hair. “I will take care of you, baby.”