Page 155 of Not That Ridiculous

He lifted my foot and I wobbled, catching my balance on his broad shoulder as he snatched off the black Vans I’d changed into before leaving the coffee shop, leaving my work Crocs in the kitchen. He did the same with the other shoe and I stepped out of my trousers. I’d expected him to stand up and maybe take my t-shirt and hoodie up with him as he went in another of those smooth moves of his, but he didn’t.

Instead, he took a buttock in each hand and dragged me closer. He pressed his face against my stomach and inhaled deeply.

My abdominal muscles clenched.

He sucked a noisy kiss to the left of my bellybutton and grinned up at me. “Take your hoodie off,” he said. His voice was deeper than usual, and rough. He might be grinning, and he was playful right now, but…

I was really going to get it, wasn’t I?

My heart slammed in my chest and I did as he ordered, stripping off my hoodie and dropping it to the floor. He watched me, hands restless on my arse.

“T-shirt,” he said.

“You’re very bossy, Mr Walloway.” My t-shirt hit the floor, and I was standing there in my socks while Kevin was still fully dressed.

“You noticed?” he said, getting to one knee and then shifting into a crouch. His eyes glinted as he slid his arm down to wrap around the backs of my thighs, and then he stood straight up, tucking a shoulder and catching me at the waist.

I folded like a hinge, going from standing to dangling over his shoulder.

He strode for the bed.

“Argh. Kevin.” I yanked at his waistband, thinking he’d put me down quickly enough if I gave him a wedgie, but as I didn’t want to actually hurt him, it wasn’t much of a deterrent. Luckily, what with his flat being so damn small, he was at the bed in a couple of steps, and he tossed me onto it.

The air whooshed out of me and the bed creaked ominously.

Unlike mine, his bed was sturdy and nothing fell off.

I scrambled backwards and flopped against the pillows.

His eyes still focused on my face, he stripped himself quickly. He gave his hard cock a couple of absent strokes as he ran his gaze up and down my body.

“Are you going to put that thing anywhere interesting?” I said, squirming with embarrassment. “Or is this one of those times you’re going to have a wank while looking at me?”

He inhaled sharply, then gave me a smile.

It wasn’t a friendly smile.

He bumped up against the bottom of the bed, grabbed my ankle, and dragged me down the mattress even as he climbed on.

My surprised yelp turned into a moan as he dropped his hot body on top of mine, giving me his full weight. He washeavy.

He tucked his arms by my head and gazed down into my eyes. “God, I love you,” he said. “Will you ride me?”

I blinked. “I’ll give it a shot.”

“Yeah? I want to watch your face while you bounce on it.”

Whatever my face did right then made him laugh out loud before making one of those low, sexual noises at the back of his throat. “Want to watch you come undone for me.”

Sweat prickled at my hairline. “Okay,” I said weakly.

He rolled off me and crawled up to the headboard, propping himself against the pillows. I got to my hands and knees and shuffled up between his legs. I paused, about to offer him a blow job, when he lifted his chin at me in a horribly arrogant gesture that made me shudder in delight.

I was hopeless, I really was.

“Come on,” he said. “Hop on.”

I gave him an unimpressed look.

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