Chemistry ж Kellic (BoyxBoy)

Closet Sex

In no time, Vic and I were standing face to face in a dark closet.

"Is there a light in here?"

"Yeah, it's over here," Vic mumbled, feeling around for a string. Once he had located it, he pulled it down and it made a "click" noise.

The room lit up partially, but it was still pretty dim.

I stared into Vic's eyes, licking my lips. I just wanted him to get on with this. I was really horny.

For some reason, he found the "light" situation funny. He lightly chuckled and moved closer to me, taking a few more steps until my back was against the wall and I was wedged between two large shelves. His body was pressed cleanly against mine, his hands pinning mine to the wall on either side of my head. "You don't like fucking in the dark?" he inquired.

I thought hard about the question. Did I? I had never really tried it. It wasn't like Alex would ever film me with a night-vision camera, so why would I? "I've never done it."

"Oh, really?" he stated rhetorically, kissing my jaw and proceeding to trail his lips down my neck. When he reached my collarbone he stopped and bit the spot where my neck met my shoulders.

He started sucking a hickey into the spot and I breathed out deeply, my eyes shutting involuntarily. It felt so damn good to be touched like this, especially in an aroused state of mind.

Moments like these were a rarity because of the rushed vibe that usually plagued the atmosphere during my porn scenes. Most of the time, there was only a small make-out session that led to immediate sex, which was why I wasn't used to being treated like this.

"Please..." I muttered, though I didn't know what I was begging for.

He flicked his tongue over the hickey and proceeded to lick a wet trail up the side of my neck. I whimpered, the sensation of his tongue making me think about what other wonders he could do with it.

By now, I was definitely glad about choosing this over going to class.

"I think you should try some new things," he whispered, nibbling on my earlobe.

He was just too much. "Things like what?" I breathed, stumbling over my words.

He didn't answer me. All of a sudden, his warmth was pulled from my body and I frowned. Looking up at him, I could see that he was reaching for the string that hung from the ceiling.

This was going to be different.

Without warning, all sources of light were robbed from my sight, the room instantly becoming pitch black.

I jumped when I felt his warmth returning in front of me. Without any further hesitation, I let out a surprised moan as he violently pressed his lips to mine. I didn't know whether to close my eyes or not, since I still couldn't see anything. I decided to go with the former.

His hands were all over my body, grasping onto my clothing as if there were no tomorrow. His actions were almost animalistic. My breathing was ragged and his movements were rough.

When he pulled away from my lips, his hands remained on my torso and were now sneakily slipping under my shirt. I couldn't see what was happening, but it made it sort of hotter.

"Do you like getting hit?" he spoke in a sultry tone into my ear.

Hit? I could barely think straight with the sensation of his calloused palms exploring my chest, but I managed to speak.

He began biting select spots on my neck as I opened my mouth to reply. "What do you mean?" I breathed. The thought of getting hit by him reminded me of the first time we had sex, a few days before today. He had smacked my ass then a few times, which rarely happened in porn (my type of porn, at least), and I had found myself enjoying it more than I should have.