Page 156 of Not That Ridiculous

His expression didn’t change. Okay. He, uh. Meant it.

Swallowing hard, I climbed onto his lap, gasping when he curled an arm around my waist as soon as I was in reach, and hauled me in.

I didn’t go gracefully.

I tried, but since this was only my second time sitting on anyone’s lap, and the first time naked, I made a couple of critical errors that neither of us were prepared for.

He sucked in a pained breath when I squashed his nuts, said “Fuck,” when I clipped him in the side of the head with an elbow, and then stopped my flailing with a firm hand at the back of my neck and a stern, “Hold still.”

Once again I did as he said, and it was the right call; he gripped my thighs and arranged them either side of his, lifted my hips, and lowered me gently on top of his cock, shuffling me about until his hard shaft was tucked between my cheeks.“There,” he said, holding onto my waist. “Now you can squirm around as much as you like.”

I placed my hands on his shoulders and gave a tentative wiggle. Oh.Oh.

Kevin’s lids dropped and he watched my cock through slitted eyes, his jaw tight and breathing harsh. Without taking his eyes off me, he hunted around under a pillow, knocking it to the ground and bringing out a tube of lubricant.

“You want to get yourself ready for me?” he asked. “Going to let me watch you finger yourself open? Or d’you want me to do it?”

I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the blunt, sexual way he talked. “You, please.”

He smiled.

I leaned in and snatched a quick kiss. “You’re better at it than I am.” I wasn’t being lazy. He really was. The man had a gift.

He slid a hand around behind me and stroked the top of my crack before dragging his fingers firmly down between my cheeks to rest over my hole. He rubbed gently. I caught my breath and hitched my hips against him.

“Like it sweet to start, don’t you?” he said.

Yes, I did. It was all still so new.

I was stark-bollock naked on Kevin Wallis’ lap with his finger up my butt and his pretty brown eyes about six inches from mine. I was new to being this close to someone, let alone being this intimate. Soon enough, things would get wild.

For now, sweet to start was the way to go.

And Kevin made it sweet indeed.

He played with my arse with knowing, gentle touches until I was once again squirming, following his touch, asking for it first wordlessly and then directly.

“More,” I gasped against his smiling mouth.

He hummed, sliding his tongue over mine, stroking it as lazily as he was stroking my arse.

I was one giant throb at this point.

“Kevin,” I moaned, and didn’t even feel any shame at the begging tone. I flexed on top of him and pressed closer to get some of that lovely friction on my aching dick, trapped between us. I humped against his lower belly a few times.

He helped me do it, I realised vaguely, all without stopping the deep, drowning kisses. His fingers—how many did he even have in me at this point, anyway?—were still pumping slowly, and the other hand was on a hip, guiding my fretful rolls. He squeezed, adding a bit of lift to the rocking motion I couldn’t break out of. My eyes felt damp and, every time I managed to drag them open, they refused to focus.

His were sharp and intent, always watching.

He eased me up and down a few more times, then released my hip to grab his cock and hold it in place. A palm cupped a buttock from below and he pushed me an inch or two higher and held me there, his arms bunching as my trembling thighs didn’t do much to keep me hovering.

“Charlie,” he said hoarsely. “Condom. Can you—on the side there. Right there.”

I flung out an arm and fumbled for the small box on his bedside table. I pulled out a condom with shaking hands and dropped the box.

He had the condom off me before I could open it, and he pulled me up to a high kneeling position. He pressed his forehead into my chest as he put the condom on. He added more lubricant, then flattened his hands on my shoulder blades and held me to him for a quick bite and suck at each nipple in turn before he let me down again.

The hand behind me was holding his shaft steady, and his dark eyes were locked on mine as he helped me lower onto it.

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