Page 38 of Keeping Kyle

As he writhed on top of my pinned body, my cock throbbed. I still wore sweats and the tent would be obvious. Could he feel the hardness?

How far did he want to take this? Every kiss made me want to strip both of us. Stealing a look, I found his eyes closed. He seemed lost in the pleasure. This would be so much better if we had room to move.

I pushed him ever so gently.

“Everything okay?” Concern filled his voice while his eyes were a little glazed over; pleasure had done the same to me, I was sure. I’d never felt so wanted. He looked like he’d devour me if I let him.

“Oh yeah. I thought we could move to the bedroom so we could get more comfortable.”

He nodded and stood, offering me a hand up.

A hiss of pleasure escaped me as Austin brazenly cupped my cock and balls gently once I was next to him. The provocative move was out of character and damn sexy.

“Damn. That’s a helluva bulge.”

I returned the gesture. His cock couldn’t hide from my deliberate touch. “You’re packing something pretty sizeable yourself.” I grabbed his hand and navigated us around the coffee table. “Come on. Computer, turn on the light.”

A soft tone sounded as the bedside table added some soft light to the room.

“Oh my God, that was totally geeky. You renamed your voice assistant for Star Trek.”

“I did.” I proudly let my Trekkie flag fly. “Why call it some made up name when I can do something I’ve wanted to do since I was a kid? I was a Next Gen, DS9, Voyager fanatic in middle school and high school. I ate those re-runs up. It’s still one of my favorite things to have on in the background.”

I pulled off my sweatshirt, and I thought Austin might start to pant. He ran his tongue over his lips. I tossed the shirt on the bench at the end of the bed.

“I’ve wanted to see this again so bad. I didn’t think it’d happen so soon.” He ran a hand though his hair, ruffling it in a totally cute way. “You look amazing.”

I fought the urge to shrug since I should just accept the compliment. I looked okay—a regular fit guy. “Again?”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “You changed shirts in the locker room today.”

I hadn’t even registered that. The locker room to me is all business. At least he liked what he saw.

He came forward and ran his hand over my chest. I shuddered to my very core.

“Should I lose these too?” I put my hands on the waistband of the sweats.

Austin nodded quickly. “Please.” His voice broke. The slight squeak proved sexier than the moans, making my cock ache to be free.

I lost the sweats and briefs at the same time, letting them stay on the floor. I stepped out of them and closed more of the space between us. He stared at my cock sticking straight out.

“Oh wow,” he said softly.

TWENTY

AUSTIN

WE STARED AT EACH OTHER, the soft lighting playing off Kyle’s eyes and casting shadows over parts of his amazing body. I’d dreamed about what he might look like, but the real thing far exceeded anything I’d come up with. His expression of desire had me frozen in place. I wanted to touch, but I didn’t quite know how to proceed.

Kyle let me take my time. Stripping seemed a good way forward, but a kind of scary one too. I didn’t have his build. Hell, I didn’t have his anything. I didn’t work out much either—mostly because I forgot to—so I was only saved by the fact I didn’t eat a lot—again because I’d forget to.

Unbuttoning my shirt was a good start. I wished I hadn’t worn a t-shirt under it because it was just one more layer I had to deal with. The most terrifying one too since my chest and abs couldn’t compete with Kyle’s.

He never moved his hungry gaze off me.

My shoes didn’t behave. I couldn’t get them toed off.

Damnit.