Disasterology 101 (26 page)

Cedric pecked his lips quickly, and then did it again, and again. “I think I’ll go first.” He sat back on his haunches, and studied Kevin’s body with greedy, minute attention to detail. “And I’ll start with this.”

Cedric lunged for him, buried his nose in his pubic hair, and sniffed, right above his dick.

Holy shit!

Kevin nearly lurched off the bed. His toes curled. He whimpered in surprise and delight.

Cedric squeezed his arm, nuzzled his ribcage, and leaned over him.

“You’re supposed to be counting,” Cedric crooned right before kissing him.

“Should’ve thought about that before deciding to up the ante,” he moaned against Cedric’s temple. “Give a man a little warning next time.”

“Where’s the fun in that?”

“Wanna find out?” Kevin wiggled his eyebrows. “Do it again,” he half-joked, half-ordered. “I’ll even count this time.”

The impish smile Cedric flashed had the effect of a lick along his spine.

“One…” He started counting when Cedric took a second whiff of his pubes, “two…” kissed his hip bone, “three…” and reared back to look at him.

“Your scent’s so intense tonight,” Cedric said.

“I’m pretty sure it’s the pheromones.”

“I’m going a bit mental from it.”

“Good or bad mental?” He asked immediately. “Because if it’s bad—”

“Good.” Cedric leaned down and stole another kiss. “Most definitely.”

“Okay…” Kevin pushed Cedric down onto the mattress and sprawled out over him. “Start counting, babe.”

“One…”

Kevin slid his arms between Cedric’s back and the mattress.

“Two…”

He hugged him closer and buried his nose in the crook of Cedric’s neck.

“Three…”

He kissed the bulge of one of Cedric’s biceps, then lay on his back.

“What was that?” Cedric asked quietly.

Kevin cupped his own erection with one hand, willing it not to explode. He turned his head and locked gazes with Cedric. “What was what?”

“What you just did with your three seconds.” Cedric turned sideways and rested his head on his arm. “Which wasn’t much,” he finished saying with a pout.

“I beg to differ.” Kevin pecked him on the lips. “Three seconds of full body contact and it didn’t make you gag,” he said with a grin. “Your turn. One…”

Cedric pushed himself up onto his knees and straddled Kevin’s thighs.

“Two…”

Next he aligned his body over Kevin’s.

The shock of contact made him groan with pleasure. “Oh my God…three…” Cedric’s chest and shaft were touching his. “Stay right there, babe.” He grasped Cedric’s lean hips with his leather-covered fingers and started grinding into him. “One,” he counted, his eyes rolling to the back of his head when he felt the weight of Cedric’s hairless balls on his. “Two.” He engulfed both their cocks with his fingers. “
Three
.” He ground his hips against Cedric’s.

“It was my turn to count,” Cedric moaned into his ear.

“Your turn… mine…” He released their cocks and slid his hand up Cedric’s back. “Does it really matter who’s counting, as long as the timing is right?”

“Not anymore.” He kissed Kevin’s jaw. “I trust you, love.”

Their gazes locked, and Kevin stared with helpless fascination into the faith and courage reflected in the molten darkness of Cedric’s eyes.

He wanted to say thank you. Tell Cedric he understood what prompted the fragile/bad-ass dude combination he had going on, and promise to always protect him from any harm. But he was speechless; too humbled by Cedric’s reliance on his actions to utter a word. So he tightened his arms around his Brit boy, and hoped his embrace conveyed how incredibly happy —and relieved—he was to have earned his trust.

Cedric returned the hug with all his might before sitting back, and splaying his hands against the expanse of Kevin’s chest. “I’m crazy about your body.” He leaned over and kissed his flat nipples.

Kevin propped himself onto his elbows and watched Cedric trail his fingers over his neck, his Adam’s apple, his throat, the muscles of his shoulders, and his pecs. “I’m crazy about
you
.”

“I know.” He touched the side of Kevin’s face gently. “You’re not alone.”

Kevin licked his lips and swallowed hard, not sure if it was the coldness of Cedric’s leather gloves giving him goosebumps, or the way in which his voice came out… rough and raw. When the guy leaned in for another kiss, it didn’t matter anymore.

Cedric sucked at his tongue, gave him his own. He brushed his fingers across Kevin’s chest, trailed wet, eating kisses over his throat, smoothed the dark hair that narrowed down his navel to the point where his stiff cock lay, hesitated for a few hours—or was it seconds?—then grasped it with his hand and squeezed.

Cedric stroked him from tip to base, once, twice, again and again, until Kevin’s breathing turned ragged, and he couldn’t see straight.

Kevin made a low, tortured sound in his throat and looked up at Cedric. His eyes were burning with desire. His jaw was taut with tension. His lips were wet and parted. His cock jutted proudly up against his belly.

All signs of how much Cedric wanted him.

Kevin smoothed a hand up Cedric’s hard thigh, and cupped his hairless testicles. “Baby, please,” he pleaded, lifting and opening his legs shamelessly. “I want… shit, I want more.”

Cedric swallowed hard and blanched, but he nodded and reached for the condoms. Kevin grabbed the lube immediately. No way was he letting Cedric’s condition get in the middle. Not this time. Not when he was so close to getting what he’d been wanting for months: the pretty thug buried balls deep in his ass.

“What if I can’t?” Cedric asked quietly, lying on his side next to him. “What if I let you down?”

“You won’t.” He popped the cap of the bottle and seized Cedric’s hand. “Just look at me, okay?” He squeezed some lube into his own hand and slicked up Cedric’s fingers. “Focus on how much I want to feel your fingers inside me….” He licked Cedric’s jaw, swiftly covered his hand with his own, and positioned it between his legs. “On how bad I want you to make me yours.”

Cedric smiled at him, cradled his face with his free hand, and stroked his cheekbone and jaw line. “I don’t think you have any idea of how much I want to please you.” Cedric pushed Kevin’s thighs open wider, and slid his hand behind his balls. “I’m burning hot for you,” he went on, grinding his cock against Kevin’s thigh, and circling the rim of his exposed hole with the tip of one lubed finger. “You’ve been in my head since that day at the sex shop.”

Kevin fell down onto his back with a groan, his rectum fluttering and squeezing in anticipation of what he knew would come next. “Oh, fuck.”

“I want to see you writhe and shiver.” Cedric stroked his anus with a slow, circular motion. “I want to make you forget your own name.”

“Mmmmm….” Kevin lifted a hand to Cedric’s face, but the guy moved away.

“We have seventeen minutes to go, so listen carefully.”

Kevin bit the inside of his cheek, fisted his hands, and tried to concentrate on whatever it was Cedric needed to say. “I’m listening,” he croaked, desperate to move on.

“You need to keep your hands to yourself. No kisses and no touching me.” Cedric’s words were followed by a strained smile. “I’d love to be able to do that, but I can only deal with so much at one time.” Cedric pulled himself onto his knees, and pushed his thumb harder against Kevin’s hole. “Feeling your hands on my body while I’m deeply buried inside you would be overload.”

“No touching,” Kevin moaned, stretching his arms over his head. “I won’t.”

Their gazes locked, and Cedric slipped one finger inside him. Not even two inches, but Kevin clamped down and squeezed.

“Tell me how this feels,” Cedric muttered, adding a second finger and pressing deeper into him.

“Oh shit.”

“Good?”

Not really.

Although Cedric’s fingers were slick, it was a tight fit, and the leather felt too rough inside him.

Kevin squeezed his eyes shut.

Too much.

Too soon.

Maybe I need more lube.

He almost said so, then Cedric crooked his fingers, found his prostate, and started jerking him off at the same time as he massaged that sweet spot, and Kevin forgot to breathe.

“Ohmygod,” he groaned, alternately fucking Cedric’s tight fist and impaling himself on his fingers.

“You look so beautiful,” Cedric whispered. “I love watching you so consumed by pleasure, not afraid to ask for what you really want.”

I look beautiful. Great. Whatever.
Kevin grabbed for his balls and lifted one leg. “Go deeper, baby, please,” he begged.

“Is this okay?” Cedric nuzzled his neck while rhythmically fingering and jerking him off. “Am I hurting you?”

“Far from it,” Kevin said, taking a good look at what was happening between his legs.

Cedric moved his hand up and down his cock, and back up again until his fingers curved over the broad head, then pulled down to the base, smearing pre-cum in their wake. And lower, three of his gloved fingers went in and out of Kevin’s hole in a circular motion, stretching his burning channel with every turn.

“We can’t wait any longer,” Cedric moaned into his ear. “I’m sorry to bring this up, but time is almost up, and I want to see you come.”

Kevin barely registered the words. He was too busy jerking and convulsing, shouting Cedric’s name, and fighting the current of electricity shooting from his ass all the way to his balls. Cedric’s fingers inside him were past the second knuckle. It was too intense, yet it wasn’t enough. He wanted more than fingers and friction. He was ready for Cedric’s cock.

“What about you, babe?” Kevin took Cedric’s hand away from his hyper-sensitized length, and brushed a light kiss over his lips. “Are you still good? Think you’re gonna come too?”

“Oh, yes.” Cedric sounded strained, almost in pain. But he licked Kevin’s lower lip, and his smile was wide, proud, relieved, and so wicked, it made Kevin’s toes curl. “Hand over the condoms, love.”

Please God, please, let this be okay
, he prayed.
Don’t let him lose his erection so close to the end.

Kevin watched, enthralled, as Cedric put on three condoms and slicked himself up. Once finished, he grasped Kevin’s hips and made a gesture with his head. Kevin understood immediately. Brit boy wanted him on his hand and knees. He swallowed, took a shuddering breath, and did as he was silently instructed.

He licked his lips when Cedric bit the back of his neck, snapped his eyes closed when the guy loomed behind him and pressed his thick shaft against one of his ass cheeks, and grunted when Cedric pushed two fingers inside Kevin to make sure he was properly lubricated. “Oh…
fuck
.” The new position allowed for deeper penetration, and Cedric was ruthless in his ministrations.

Kevin rested his head on his arm, wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a hard pull. This was it. His moment of truth. The event he’d been waiting for, for so long.

“How does that feel?”

Kevin stifled a moan. Soon he’d be sounding like a woman if he didn’t get hold of his reactions. “It feels wonderful.” He glanced over his shoulder. Cedric’s eyes were lit up, and he was panting. Something sweetly painful turned over in Kevin’s chest at the sight of him. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Cedric mumbled something Kevin couldn’t understand, then grasped his hips and arched over him, holding him in place and fitting the head of his cock to Kevin’s asshole. A muted sob of eagerness escaped him. Heat flared inside him, and his heart thudded heavily in his chest.

“I’m going in, love.” Cedric gritted his teeth and pushed the tip inside. “Take a deep breath for me.”