Page 85 of Notorious

It seems Mama’s doing fine, which is all I can ask for. I hate seeing her so frail and sick, but at least she’s got help and everything she needs … apart from that damn transplant.

Her house ain’t big enough for all of us to stay, given May Ella has a room and so does Denise, so Kurt made us reservations at the nicest hotel Fresno has and told me I wasn’t allowed to put it on my IOU list. I’m not sure I agree with that, but I gotta admit it’s been nice these past couple of days having a quiet, comfy place to unwind after all the visiting. I love my mama and sister so much, and I’d be with them all the time if I could … and I’m also used to having my own space to be alone. Or with Kurt, which is like being alone, only with someone else there.

I’m currently curled around him in bed, after we exchanged very enjoyable blow jobs. For once, I wanted to come, too—and he readily obliged—so I’m feeling that post-orgasm elation.

“I’m so damn grateful for you, precious,” I whisper.

“Grateful for you, too,” Kurt whispers back. He pauses, then adds, “I brought something with me that I wanna wear tomorrow.”

“What’s that?”

“A butt plug.”

I choke out a laugh, then kiss him. “Does that mean you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes. If you’re up for it. If the time comes and you’re not in the mood, just say so.”

Even though I just came, my dick’s rallying. After months of being uninterested in sex, he’s making me want him. And that’s got me feeling more back to normal than anything else going on. “Hell yes, I wanna fuck you. Count on it.”

I fall asleep to the pleasant image of Kurt bouncing on my dick, riding me hard and fast.

After room service breakfast, Kurt drives us southwest, and we end up at a place on the coast south of San Luis Obispo. A bed-and-breakfast run by someone Noah knows. It’s gay friendly, and the guy who runs it—a small, artsy type—has an elegant boyfriend who’s significantly older than him. But they seem like a good couple.

The place is an old Victorian, but it’s not too fussy. We check in in the early afternoon, and the room we get is upstairs, tucked away from everyone else. Even better, I notice that some soundproofing has been done, because once the hosts show us in, I don’t hear them leave down the stairs.

That’s a very good thing, since all I want to do right now is fuck my husband.

My sex drive’s returned with a vengeance, and I could cry in relief. Back to damn normal.

I go to Kurt and cradle his face in my hands. “You’re amazing,” I say. “Thank you for taking the time to come see my mama.”

“Oh yeah?” He gives me a cheeky smile. “How are you thinking you might show your gratitude?”

“Hmm.” I kiss his mouth, and he kisses me back hard. I love how he can’t seem to get enough of me. There’s zero routine with Kurt. None. Every time with him feels like this explosion of passion, or sleepy comfort, or need. So much need.

But up to now, it’s mostly been me wanting to get him off. Now I’m ready for some pleasure and enthusiasm of my own.

I start undressing him, unbuttoning his shirt as I kiss his neck. He lets me slide the fabric off his shoulders, and my hands roam all over his back as he fists my hair. Then I drop to my knees in front of him and unzip his pants, pulling out his cock.

He’s not hard yet, but I suck on him, and his knees buckle. “Oh, god.” He whines, which I love. I take his balls into my mouth, one at a time, as I shove his pants down. He toes off his shoes and steps out of them while I wait impatiently to get my mouth on him again. When he’s stark naked in front of me, it’s all I can do to not pick him up and throw him onto the bed.

My cock’s as hard as his, and I’m longing to be inside him. I reach down between his ass cheeks and don’t find a toy. “You’re prepped,” I say, sliding a finger into his slick hole. “But no plug?”

“Yeah. I, uh, was wearing it earlier. I took it out when we stopped for gas. Didn’t want to meet the hosts here with a partial erection.” He pauses. “I want you. But I’m a bit intimidated by your cock.”

“You can handle it, baby boy.”

Again, I’m testing to see what he likes. He seems to unravel at the ‘baby boy’ comment, so I’ll keep that up.

Kurt takes a deep breath. “I hope so. I really want to.”

I tug us back toward the bed, undoing my pants as we go, and strip in record time. “Do you need more prep? I’m sure you do. Let me check.”

He rolls onto his stomach, and I use a lubed finger to probe his hole gently. It’s easy, because he’s pretty loose.

“Enough,” he says, squirming.

I smack his ass. “I’m in charge.”

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