First Kiss
"So yeah. I just want to try it." Aiden Pike was an Adonis. Simply put, one of the most beautiful guys I'd ever seen. And he knew it, not that I thought he was beautiful, but he pretty much knew everyone thought he was beautiful.
First off, he was tall. Not like NBA tall but tall enough to stand out. Add to that, he was a gym rat, something that was obvious when you caught him in a state of undress: a vision of toned and contoured muscles. His tousled dirty blond hair made me want to run my fingers through it. He had pouty full lips and a cupid’s bow under a perfectly sculpted button nose.
How we had become friends in the last couple of weeks is a mystery to me. I'll admit I had a sneaking suspicion that there was some sort of bet going on behind my back, à la Cruel Intentions.
"Let me get this straight. You, Mr. Popularity, Mr. I-Can-Have-Anyone-I-Wanted, you, want to kiss me…, Cody Beaumont?"
His smirk was to die for; that mouth, those lips, beautiful and mesmerizing and dimples, did I mention the perfect dimples. "Well, I normally just go by Aiden, but yeah, I want to kiss you."
"Why? Where did this sudden epiphany come from?” I guess I sound a bit baffled. Don't get me wrong, sure I was cute, but in comparison, I was the crap you'd scrape off the bottom of your shoe when you had a misstep in the backyard.
"Why not?" He countered, casually.
“Such a sweet talker." I shook my head
“Come on,” Aiden rolled his eyes. “it’s a win-win situation."
“A win-win situation? Cocky much?”
"Yeah" Aiden put a hand on his chest. " Look, I know." He took a step closer. I tried to look away but he was captivating; those eyes smoldered. “I’ve seen the way you look at me." He leaned forward whispering, his breath tickling my neck, his lips grazing my ear. "You practically undress me with your eyes."
I blushed. It was true. I'd undressed him so many times, in my mind, I couldn't even count. It didn't help that he had no modesty, none whatsoever from the get go.
One of the first time we hung out at my place, this was like right before classes started up again. He was slumming it and bored and not wanting to go back to the Manse, as I liked to call it.
The condos where I lived, really just fancy apartments with condominiums, have an indoor outdoor pool and he wanted to use it. Why, I don't know, because the pool at the manse was Olympic size. I had to force him to put on a pair of my swim shorts. Before I knew it, he was dropping trow, right in front of me, not a care in the world. By the end of the afternoon, he was swimming buck naked while I walked around with a giant towel wrapped around my waist, hiding my reaction. I can’t help but think he was testing the proverbial waters even back then.
"How about this. You let me kiss you and I…” he pause as if pondering the possibilities. “ …will let you suck me off. Y'all like that sort of thing."
His blasé tone got on my nerves. I didn't know whether I was excited or pissed off. "Y'all?" I balked, looking at him, incredulous. He did not just say that.
"Yeah, gay…” He stopped as I quirked an eyebrow. "Come on, you know what I mean." He tried to laugh it off.
"First off, you arrogant prick, the fact that you're asking me to kiss you is pretty fucking gay. Second, believe me when I tell you, if I were to suck you off, not only would you like it, but you'd be begging me to do it again." I boasted.
"Hey, I'm just asking you for a favor and giving you something in return. As a reward.” My bragging seemed to have no effect on him.
He took two steps back and had the audacity to pull his t-shirt off. He’d just come from the gym, even thought it was only 8:00 in the morning. His abs were perfectly sculpted, the definition so exquisitely chiseled, I couldn't help but stare. His arms, shoulders, chest; they were all flawless. I swallowed, searching my suddenly bloodless brain for a retort, a quip, any sort of witty reply that might negate my jaw-dropped reaction to him.
"You want me, Beaumont.” He held his hands out to his side, Look at me, like, come on, you know it. “And you can have me, just this once, for one kiss." He untied the white string to his sweats and let them puddle around his ankles. He was going commando, naturally.
"Come on!" I croaked.
This was not happening.
He reached across the two steps between us and hooked my jeans and pulled me closer. He placed one of my palms flat against his chest. I could feel his heart beating, slow, steady and strong. He took a deep breath then guided my other hand to his cock. I felt it growing, hardening in my grasp. "One kiss." He whispered, teasingly, his breath a tickle against my ear as he leaned in. Reaching behind me, he untucked my shirt and pulled it up and over my head. I had to let go of him so he could get my shirt off.
This was not happening.
I kept saying it over and over in my head, but was unable to speak the words aloud.
He was fully erect in my hand as he wrapped one of his hands around mine, his big palm warm, tightening my grip on him. Slowly he began thrusting in my grasp. A glistening bead seeped from the tip of his cock. He moaned into the crook of my neck as I rubbed the pad of my index finger across the sensitive head.
With a skilled hand he finessed my jeans open and let them drop. He slipped a hand inside the waistband of my Calvin Kleins and I shuddered as he deftly sent tremors quaking through me.
In my wildest of dreams, I couldn't imagine anything more erotic, more sensuous. I leaned into him, relishing his excitement, desperate to give in to his request. His lips glistened and I wanted nothing more than to taste them. He slid his hand around the base of my neck and drew me into the kiss.
I couldn't help but wonder if he'd done this before. It was a foregone conclusion that he'd been with girls. Lots of girls. There were stories and at least one illuminating iPhone video to validate his heterosexuality, but the ease at which he yielded to the kiss, the eagerness at which he accepted my tongue; there was a familiarity to his actions that seemed too natural. But maybe that was just me and a bit of wishful thinking.
I couldn't help but wonder about the sex. Being impaled on him feeling his weight on top of me, his teeth biting, his fingers digging into my hips. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me hungrily
The kiss was over before I knew it. I stood motionless, my face upturned, breathless. Aiden's eyes were closed and to me, he never looked more beautiful or more vulnerable. I leaned in to kiss him again.