The answer to the question 'your place or mine?' had a secret third option I hadn't considered until the door or the motel room closed behind me. The gentle way Kay encircled my shoulders from behind juxtaposed the secretive location. His mouth worked along my neck but I couldn't take my mind off the implications of his actions.
First, he refuses to let me into the apartment. Next he takes me down a secret path for lunch. Finally, he takes me to some back alley motel* like I'm his mistress. I couldn't help remembering what he said before our first time.
That he just wanted to try it with a guy.
At the time I told myself it was fine. That I knew my place and wouldn't dare ask for more. But my greed kept growing. I could no longer just enjoy his gentle touches and kind smiles. I wanted to possess them. To sink my claws in and bind Kay to me.
"You ok?" Kay's hand was sneaking up my shirt. His fingers thrummed against my stomach and his hot breath tickled my neck.
"Sorry," I turned and planted a light kiss on his lips absently, "My head's just…somewhere else."
"I'll just have to try my best to be worthy of your focus."
And try he did.
In one, upsettingly smooth motion, Kay snatched me off my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clutched his shoulders. As I leaned towards him he snuck a cheeky peck and grinned at me.
His hands groped my ass while pulling my hips closer. My half hard cock twitched against the hard expanse of his stomach. He noticed, even through the layers of clothing. He grinned at me and rocked my hips forward again.
He rolled my earlobe between my teeth. I shivered. I could feel his lips curling into a mischievous grin. As he braced a knee against the motel bed I wobbled precariously. He held me gently and lowered me into the bed.
The sparkling affection in his eyes as he looked down at me made my stomach turn. Not in a positive way. Being reminded that I was borrowing this tenderness made me physically ill. Those eyes, the kisses, the teasing touches and burning heat against my skin. All of it was temporary.
"Guess I'm not trying hard enough," Kay murmured to himself before ripping my shirt off and descending on my chest.
My sexual experience before Kay was exclusively limited to personal experimentation. A fancy way of saying I only had experience with my left hand. Said hand never considered my nipples worthy targets. My hand was a fool.
A tremor of pain-tinged pleasure shot through me as Kay's lips sealed around the sensitive nub. I arched into him as my nipple was pinched between his teeth. The heady sensation completely distracted me as his hand deftly undid my belt and zipper.
His warm fingers gently massaged my aching cock through my boxers. My entire body arched forward into him. I couldn't help the breathy whine that eeked from the back of my throat.
Kay ate up my pathetic reactions. I felt him laughing against my chest. When I looked down I was rewarded with the sight of his hips grinding down into the bed between my legs. I'd heard of people who derived the most pleasure from pleasing their partners. That didn't stop me wanting to reciprocate.
I knotted my fingers in his dark hair and pulled his head back. The blissed out, unfocused look on his face almost made me cum. I bit into my bottom lip, hard, then flipped us so I was straddling him.
His cloudy eyes were startled into focus. His lips formed a shocked O and I couldn't stop myself from diving down to claim them. He gasped into my mouth. I swallowed it greedily. It was finally my turn to make him shiver as I traced my tongue against the roof of his mouth.
He whined just as desperately as I had. I grinned and rolled my hips down against his. The sensation of our hard members pressing together gave me goosebumps.
Kay was just as affected as me. His hands both insistently tugged at my pants. I obliged by lifting my hips. He yanked my pants and underwear down and I kicked them off. I pulled away from his mouth and a sticky string of saliva stretched out between our mouths. It snapped as I fully straightened and began undoing his pants.
Unlike Kay's deft, purposeful movements, my hands were clumsy and slow. He made no comment and eagerly enabled me in my quest to disrobe him.
When I lowered my hips down to meet his-- when our bare skin finally pressed together --we both groaned. My eyes fluttered shut and my head fell forward.
"Fuck," Kay gasped. His fingers encircled both our members together and my hips canted forward involuntarily, "You're so damn pretty."
Something bitter twanged inside my heart like an out of tune string on a guitar. I decided to ignore it and focus on all the other in-tune strings being played beautifully by Kay.
Kay felt both deeply experienced and like a complete novice. The way his fingers teased my nipples was almost too perfect. But the way he kept pulling away from our kiss screamed 'novice'.
As he panted against my mouth I smiled softly and murmured, "Breathe through your nose."
His eyes flashed open for a moment. I could feel his eyelashes tangle with mine.
"Yessir."
Fuck.
I liked the sound of that.
He followed my instruction beautifully. Breathing deeply as his lips worked against mine.
His other hand came to grasp our weeping cocks. As he stroked them rhythmically both of our hips stuttered uncontrollably. Each time our cocks moved against each other my body contracted along a livewire of pleasure.
While leaning in to mouth along my neck he swiped his thumb against the head of my cock. I hissed out silent approval as I grit my teeth and attempted to stave off my release.
"Please," Kay growled against my skin, "I wanna see you cum. Please."
The coil wound tight in my stomach loosened. My cum dripped between our cocks and slicked Kay's palms. His fingers tightened as he tipped over the edge right behind me. My tender cock twitched helplessly under his iron grip.
My head fell onto his shoulder.
The only sounds in the room were our heavy breaths.
Kay grabbed my chin and tilted my head up. I struggled to make my eyes to focus on him.
"Stick your tongue out."
I complied, opening my mouth wide without hesitation.
Kay's fingers, still glistening with our release, pressed down on my tongue. The taste of our mixed essence was irresistible.
"Suck," Kay instructed firmly.
Again, I eagerly obliged.
My lips closed around his fingers and my tongue went to work lapping up the evidence of our pleasure. Kay swore under his breath as my tongue danced around his fingers eagerly. His eyes fluttered shut and I could feel his dick valiantly trying to revive itself.
The sound of my phone ringing shattered the heavy veil around us.
I cringed and stayed still but my wandering eyes betrayed me.
"You need to get that?" Kay extracted his fingers from my mouth and wiped them along his hip.
My eyes drank in his body as I nodded reluctantly, "That's my boss' ringtone."
*Motel's perceived quality may be distorted due to self image issues