Page 155 of Voices

I use his confusion to my advantage and nail him right in the center of his chest. An explosion of blue and orange drips down his gray Bad Omens shirt.

“That wasn’t fair,” he huffs. “I have no idea what that even meant and why the hell would I need to dodge a wrench?”

“Oh, my sweet summer child, you have much to learn outside of those fantasy movies.” I quickly scoop up paint from the closest bowl and throw it at him. He sees it coming but turns too late, getting hit on the side of his head with green paint.

He’s out of ammo and has no choice but to come towards me for more.

So I do what any loving boyfriend would do.

I throw paint at him until he looks like a unicorn threw up on him.

I managed to only get a little on his face so when he walks up to me laughing like crazy, I fix it by adding a light blue streak down his nose.

“You win. Now kiss me.” He uses my neck to pull himself up my body.

I growl as I grab his ass cheeks in each hand and lift him up as our kiss becomes heated. Teeth clank together, lips are pulled, tongues battle. He grinds his dick into my lower stomach, releasing a mewl into my mouth.

I walk us over to the wall and use it to hold him up as I rip our shirts off. He hungrily attacks my mouth again as his hips start to rock. Grabbing his ass, I lower him until his hard length is against mine and pull him closer. We moan in unison at the toe-curling friction.

“Too…many…layers,” he pants between kisses.

“I’ve got you.”

Turning around, I walk back over to the table and swipe my hand across it, knocking the rest of the paint to the floor. Laying him down, I quickly rid him of his pants and boxer briefs. His dick stands up, leaking like a sieve.

“Off,” he tugs on my pants.

I pull my joggers and boxer briefs off in one go. He licks his lips as he eyes my throbbing cock. I give it a few tugs, enjoying the hell out of having his eyes on me. Deciding his skin is way too clean, I use the paint from his hair and smear it across his pale chest.

He smiles up at me before doing the same.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He traces my abs and Adonis belt, leaving a trail of multicolored paint. He points to my head. “Your hat is covered in paint.”

I go to take it off, but he stops me with a hand on my arm.

“Leave it. It’s sexy as hell when that’s all you’re wearing.” He licks his lips as his eyes travel down to my aching dick.

Leaning over him, I kiss a trail down his chest, around the paint, until I get to his cock that’s so hard it twitches with each of his heartbeats. Looking up at his heavy-lidded eyes, I slowly place kisses down his length, eliciting the sexiest moan. I give his balls a few sucks before dropping down to his fluttering pink hole.

I lick a hot stripe from the top of his crack, over his hole, to his balls, then back again.

“Please,” he begs just above a whisper.

Pulling his cheeks apart, I look up at him. “Stroke yourself but don’t cum.”

He reaches for his shaft and holds it in his hand, waiting for me. I dribble spit down his crack before giving him the best rim job of his life. He’s a whining, withering mess in minutes.

“I’m going to come. Oh fuck. Shane.”

I quickly move from his ass to his dick a second before he starts shooting off. I drink him down until nothing else comes out. I pull off his still hard length and place a kiss on the head, causing him to have a full body shiver.

Chuckling, I move up his body.

“Ready for round two?” I hold up the lube packet I grabbed from my pocket.

Nodding, he grabs the lube and rips it open. Pouring some onto his palm, he hands it back.

“Get me ready while I get you ready.”

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