My Forever (8 page)

“Can I ask you a question?”

“You can ask me anything, ki…Kyle. What’s up?”

Kyle’s eyes flitted around nervously. After several convulsive swallows, he spoke in a small voice. “I want to please you. But I also wanted to please Craig. Does that mean I’m some kind of sicko and liked everything else about the relationship I had with him?”

He paused, not sure where the young man was going with this. “What do you mean?”

Hooking an elbow under him, Kyle rested his head on his palm. It left his half-mast, slim cock exposed to Lucas’ view. Hastily averting his gaze, he sought out Kyle’s face and found his eyes locked on the man’s moist, parted lips.

“I liked serving Craig. I even liked it when he…when he spanked me sometimes, in the beginning. He said I was a pain slut. That I needed discipline. I wanted to make him happy, but there were so many rules. I felt like I couldn’t breathe.”

“That doesn’t make you sick, Kyle. That makes you a submissive. It sounds like Craig tried to make you his slave.”

Kyle lowered his eyes, his long lashes fanning over his cheeks, contrasting with his pale skin. “I want to serve you, though. And I want you to spank me.” Beseeching, green eyes met his. “Does that make me a monster for wanting that after what Craig did to me?”

Lucas threw the tube down and gathered Kyle into his arms. “No, sweetness, that doesn’t make you a monster. There’s nothing wrong with mixing pleasure and pain. Craig took it too far, and he’s lucky I didn’t kill him for that.” He realised his slip when Kyle gasped, but he wouldn’t take it back. It was the truth.

Kyle wriggled his body around so that he was laying on his back, staring up at Lucas openly, a combination of adoration and hope on his face. “So it’s okay that I want you? Even after what he did to me?”

Lucas gulped audibly. Every reason he’d constructed in his mind over the past week to keep his dick in his pants scattered as Kyle timidly sat up and brushed his soft lips along his. It was no ploy for sex or instant gratification. Lucas knew without a doubt that with a single word of rejection, he could crush the man’s frail hold on his self-worth. It added a measure of responsibility he’d never known could exist in a relationship, and one that scared him more than death itself.

But he also knew that he wanted to be the one to grant Kyle his wish. The man craved the kind of assurance only a lover and a friend could give, and damned if Lucas was going to pass that responsibility on to another who might hurt Kyle for his innocence. His decision came easily and with no little amount of joy. Taking the lead, he delved into Kyle’s mouth, pressing his slight frame back so that it was pinned between the mattress and his much larger build.

Lucas trailed kisses down the cut of Kyle’s smooth jaw, nibbling on the muscles that stretched taut as Kyle arched his neck. He skimmed his hands along the narrow chest beneath him, finding the twin nubs of flesh softer than the tight skin that stretched the length of Kyle’s chest. Tweaking both nipples between his forefingers and thumbs, he captured the man’s startled gasp with his mouth. Kyle’s sweet breath rushed into him in fast pants as he continued his assault.

He pinched the sensitive nipples harder and growled when Kyle’s hips jerked up, jarring their cocks together and sending a shock of electricity through his blood. Frustrated by the layer of clothing that separated them, Lucas drew back and divested himself of his shirt and pants. When his engorged cock sprang free, he almost came at the sight of Kyle licking his lips in anticipation.

Moving forwards between Kyle’s legs, he nudged them apart then raised them so that they rested atop his thighs. Kyle’s cock was thin but long and fully erect, jutting out from a nest of glossy, auburn curls. He took it in a firm grasp and pumped rapidly, teasing several drops of pre-cum from the tip. Kyle bucked and moaned, his hands involuntarily flying to Lucas’ grip on him. Lucas grabbed both wrists with his free hand and stretched them high above Kyle’s head, denying him access to his throbbing member.

“What do you want, little one?”

Kyle’s chest heaved, his eyes feverish with arousal and a trace of uncertainty, but he didn’t pull away from Lucas’ hold. “I want to please you.”

He added more pressure with both hands, leaning on Kyle’s wrists while clutching the base of his cock in an unyielding grip. “This isn’t about me. Tell me what
you
want.”

Kyle shook his head, tears brimming on thick lashes. “I…I…”

I want to please you,
his eyes begged.

The ingrained need for this young man to please his lover was written all over his face. Lucas’ heart broke even as his cock swelled further at the sight of Kyle’s tears. He’d always taken sadistic pleasure in bringing his partners to the point of breaking, but this was different. He wanted to show Kyle that love was not a one-sided affair.

Slowly, he released Kyle’s wrists and brought his mouth back down to his slender chest, licking and nipping downwards until the head of the man’s pulsing prick touched his cheek. In one swift move, he engulfed Kyle’s cock and swallowed it nearly to the root. With a loud cry, Kyle’s body arched, involuntarily pushing more of his length to the back of Lucas’ throat. Lucas clasped the narrow pelvis and held it down as he sucked tightly on his way up, swiping the tip of his tongue across the weeping slit on the head.

Kyle’s whimpers turned to loud cries and gasps as Lucas took him all the way to the hilt again and again, pinching just beneath the head with his lips and occasionally biting with his teeth.

“I’m going to c-come, please!”

“Come for me,” Lucas growled. He pumped Kyle’s length then took him deep again, working the muscles in the back of his throat around the man’s head until hot streams of cum shot into his mouth. Gulping them down and drawing every last drop into him, he felt charged by the sobs that shuddered through Kyle’s petite frame. Lucas’ body was on fire. He had to possess the lithe creature under him, to dominate him and make him submit.

Lucas reached over to the nightstand and yanked the drawer open so hard it came off one of the tracks. He fumbled for then found the bottle of lube and the condoms he kept in there. After sheathing himself, he squeezed the liquid into his palm then tossed the bottle aside in order to slick his hard cock before using the remaining oil to lubricate Kyle’s entrance. Kyle moaned and closed his eyes, causing two tears to stream down his temples. Lucas bent forwards to catch one on the tip of his tongue while pressing a finger into Kyle’s puckered hole.

“Damn, you’re so tight,” he gritted through clenched teeth. He inserted another finger and scissored them, trying to stretch the taut entrance as fast as possible. His cock was ready to burst but he wanted to be inside that delectable ass before he came. Adding a third finger, he twisted them around and knew he’d found Kyle’s prostate when the man writhed on the bed, trembling and whimpering in abandon.

“Are you ready for me, baby? I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”

Glazed eyes opened wide and Kyle nodded his head frantically.

“I don’t want to hurt you. Turn over for me.” Lucas pulled his fingers away and helped Kyle roll onto his stomach. He lifted the man’s pert little ass into the air, growling in approval as Kyle tugged his legs under him, curling into a ball with his behind high in the air. Lining up his cock, he used every ounce of willpower he contained to ease his way in with care. He knew he was big and hadn’t fully prepared Kyle to take his girth.

Inch by torturous inch, he slid into Kyle’s warm sheath, watching for signs of distress. When half of his length was buried, Kyle charged back, taking him in fully. They both gasped in shock and he gripped Kyle’s hips in a fierce hold.

“What are you doing? You’ll tear yourself open.” Lucas held him still, feeling his cock throb in the channel that threatened to take away his control.

Kyle twisted his head around. “It hurts, but it feels good. Is that okay?”

Lucas wanted to laugh at the man’s spunk, but the insecurity on Kyle’s face tempered his humour. “It’s okay, but you have to let me lead. I don’t want to damage you.”

An emotion flickered in Kyle’s eyes but he ducked his head before Lucas could ascertain what it was. In slow, strong thrusts, he began to pound into the hole that gripped him mercilessly. The soft groans and gasps from Kyle gradually increased in volume and intensity until he thought he might come from them alone. Angling the hips in his grasp so that he pegged Kyle’s prostate with each thrust, he strengthened his strokes, hammering into the hot channel, giving it no choice but to accept his invasion.

His balls drew up tight against his body and a tingling sensation raced down his spine, urging him to pound harder. Kyle cried out his name and the muscles in his ass clenched around Lucas’ cock, milking his orgasm from him in long, strangling pulls. His explosion burst through him, taking over, and it was all he could do to keep himself grounded by the bruising grip he had on Kyle’s thighs.

Lights exploded beneath his clamped lids and what felt like a chunk of his soul was wrenched away, only to be replaced with a searing torrent of emotions so intense, his arms and legs collapsed, leaving him weak and gasping for air.

His loins rocked of their own accord, his cock still spewing its seed and filling the condom buried in the demanding hole that surrounded it. It was too much and not enough all at once. His head reeled with new sensations and his limbs quaked with adrenaline. He could feel his mind begin to fade in a losing battle with consciousness, but a persistent, niggling feeling held him afloat.

Kyle moaned beneath him and he jerked upright, afraid he’d opened the wounds in his negligence. Skimming his hands over the small body, he breathed a sigh of relief when they came away clear of blood.

Something had happened. A vital change had taken place, as though a part of him had been ripped away and replaced with an alien entity. It wasn’t painful. In fact, he’d never felt more energised and sexually invigorated, but the implication of it terrified him to the very core of his being.

“Kyle?”

The young man rolled over to his side, stretching lazily, and blinked open eyes filled with bewilderment. Happiness kindled in Lucas’ chest and spread throughout his body, flushing his senses. It clashed with his own sudden flare of panic.

Kyle frowned and touched his knee lightly. “Is something wrong?”

That depends entirely on you,
Lucas thought.

Emerald eyes widened and Kyle scrambled away, coming to a halt only when his back hit the headboard.

“Kyle, can you hear me?”

Lucas felt the breath expel from his lungs in a rush as Kyle hesitantly nodded his head. Anger swept in and he jumped from the bed, tugging on his short hair painfully in an effort to regain focus. “What the hell did you do?” he snarled.

“N-nothing,” Kyle stammered.

Lucas whirled around, taking a threatening step towards the cowering man. “Nothing? You can hear my thoughts, damn it.” The joy he’d felt moments ago evaporated in the wake of his anger and distress. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

Tears welled in Kyle’s eyes and he scurried from the bed, nearly falling over his feet as he snatched his pants from the ground then ran from the room. Lucas threw the condom into the trash and yanked on his own pants before giving chase.

“Kyle!” he shouted. He caught the man’s arm just as he ran through the front door and pulled him back inside, a little too roughly. Kyle fell against the wall of the foyer and cried out, knees collapsing under him until he was curled into a ball with arms raised over his head in protection. Pain and fear thrummed through Lucas, causing bile to rise in his throat.

Remorse rivalled the unbidden emotions streaming through him. “Baby, I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?” He sat on his haunches and reached for Kyle who flinched and hunched his shoulders further. It was a struggle to disentangle his feelings from that of the frightened man crouching before him and even harder to calm his frenzied nerves. If his suspicions were correct, Kyle could feel his emotions as clearly as he could hear Lucas’ thoughts.

After taking several deep breaths, Lucas tried again, brushing back strands of silken hair from Kyle’s face. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I just wasn’t expecting you to do what you did. You’ll have to give me some time to figure this out.” Puffy eyes met his and he wiped the drops that clung to Kyle’s lashes.

“What did I do wrong?”

He gathered the shaking man into his lap, berating himself for causing the fear that still coursed through Kyle unchecked. “You did nothing wrong. You couldn’t have known that would happen. And I’m just as much at fault. I wanted you so badly but I had no idea you felt the same way.”

“What happened? Why can I hear you in my head?” Kyle pressed his palm tentatively to Lucas’ chest, over his pounding heart. “I know you’re mad. I can feel it.”

Lucas squeezed his eyes shut, words escaping him. In one moment of heated passion, their lives had changed forever. Kyle had unwittingly consigned himself to a future of hiding and danger, and Lucas had gained a bond he’d sworn never in his life to have. As long as his emotions were in turmoil, Kyle would pick up on them, and the last thing he wanted was to add additional stress to what was to be an already difficult conversation.

He needed time to adjust to this new development.