Page 5 of Crease Collision

His hands slide up my back, trying to lead. He is working too hard to stay in charge because he is too afraid to let go.

I turn us, press him against the nearby wall, and growl as I pin his wrists above his head. I do not believe he likes it gentle, so I am not asking. But I watch closely, waiting for him to push back.

He does not, so I kiss him again. He wiggles unconvincingly, then goes still.

A sound breaks out of him, half protest and half need, and I want him even more. His tension unwinds, and his tongue moves with mine. It is not quite surrender, but something closer to trust.

That hits me harder than it should.

I ought to be controlling this better, but I want him too much to slow down.

When I pull back, it is only a few inches. Our mouths stay close, sharing breath. Kai may think he is hiding something, but his eyes give him away. He is looking for a place to land. My chest tightens. This is not how a hookup is supposed to feel.

He leans in and kisses me, and I let him take what he needs. I do not move when he slides his hands down to my ass and squeezes. As he slips his tongue into my mouth, he grinds against me. We are both hard, and the press of his cock against mine has lights flashing in my head.

I move my hips this time, rubbing our dicks together through our shorts. He gasps, breaking the kiss. When he slumps against me, I know I am right.

Kai does not want to lead; he wants to be held.

I’ve rarely wanted to be inside anyone this much. It will be everything I need right now, and judging from the way he is rutting against me, he wants it as much as I do.

I cover his mouth with mine, and his moan makes me even harder. He works a hand between us, unbuttoning my shorts and pulling the zipper down. I groan when he sneaks his hand under my briefs and closes it around my cock. Herregud! It feels like this is the first time someone has ever touched me.

He draws his mouth away from mine. “You’re fucking huge.”

It takes a second for me to stop panting. “You like it?”

His response is a rough sound in his throat.

I slowly unbuckle his shorts and slip my hand inside. His cock twitches against my fingers, and when I close my fist around it, he starts shaking.

“Jesus.” The strangled word is almost a sob.

I squeeze him. “You are very thick. And you are leaking.”

“For you.”

Together, we shove each other’s shorts out of the way, freeing ourselves. I look down and moan. His cock is throbbing in the narrow space between us, looking very pink in the evening light. He is circumcised. Since most Swedish men are not, cut dicks have always excited me.

He lets my cock go and sucks the precum off his fingers. I’m tempted to swivel him around, push him against the wall, and fuck him right here.

As I consider it, he sinks to his knees. I look down and gasp when he licks the head of my dick and sucks the stickiness off the tip before closing his lips around me.

“Jävlar.” My knees weaken as he draws me in. It has been so long since I was with anyone that the wetness and heat are almost too good to bear. His mouth is heaven.

He looks up, and our eyes lock as he tugs on my balls. When the tip of my cock touches the back of his throat, he works his tongue around me.

I make a pitiful noise and whisper, “Don’t stop.”

He drags his tongue along the bottom of my shaft when he pulls back, then sucks harder when he draws me back in. No one has ever blown me this way. His rhythm is unpredictable, so I cannot adjust. I am left to whimper and gasp.

“This has never felt so good.”

Helvete! It’s a wonder he doesn’t stand up and kick me out, but he only sucks harder.

How can this be so good with someone I have just met?

He takes me into his throat again, and all at once, I am very close to coming. I don’t want to, not until I am inside him.