Page 113 of Not That Ridiculous

The bed began to shake as Kevin knocked into the mattress’ edge, stroking himself as he fixed his dark eyes on me and held my cock, licking at it with arousing and agile speed, and then it all exploded.Iexploded.

My shoulders lifted clean off the bed with the force of it as I came harder than anyone ever had, ever, in the history of both people and of blow jobs.

My ears were still ringing lightly when I slowly began to regain awareness of myself and my surroundings. Kevin was lying on top of me, wedged between my thighs with his upper body braced off mine. He rested on his forearms, watching my face.

I swallowed hard.

Just like Kevin had.

He smiled at me, his full lips fuller than usual, swollen and damp. His smile grew as I stared back at him helplessly. “I’m good at that, aren’t I?” he said smugly.

“Ugh.”

“Aren’t I, Charlie?”

“You know you are.”

“I like a bit of positive reinforcement,” he hinted.

“Kevin. You were truly spectacular. No man has ever made me feel the way you do. I love every single thing you do to me. You—” I’d started off being sassy with it, but at his warm, knowing look I faltered, winding up with a feeble and horrifyingly revealing “—are the best thing that ever happened to me and I love y—it. I love it.”

He didn’t say anything.

A distraction was definitely in order. “Shall I suck you?” I said.

He grinned at me. “Later.”

“Why not now?”

“Came all over your duvet.”

My god. At the rate I was washing sheets, this month’s electricity bill was going to be double its usual amount.

I heaved a pretend sigh.

“Couldn’t help it,” he said cheerfully. “You get to wailing and panting like that, seriously, I’m gone. Sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I don’twail.”

“Ohhhhhhh!” he bellowed. “Yes,Kevin! Suck me like that!”

I gave him an unimpressed look. He had no volume control to speak of.

“Hee hee,” he said, and flopped down on top of me, making me squawk. He rolled off to one side and shuffled about getting comfy on the pillows. He tucked me under his arm.

I allowed myself to snuggle up beside him, and got a friendly hand on my arse as a reward. He gave it a frisky squeeze and left his hand there, cupping possessively.

My pulse was finally beginning to slow when Kevin said, “Can I have a go at that wall tomorrow?”

“Yes,” I murmured.

Kevin could have a go at anything he liked, as far as I was concerned.

The next morning,he came to The Chipped Cup with me. He drank the latte I made him and was about to head off to the gym when his phone rang. He glanced down at it, still smiling. His face blanked.

Ah.

I’d bet good money it was Craig Henderson, once again trying to pimp him out after hours while Craig went off to practice his golf swing.

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