Page 41 of Not That Ridiculous

I was already holding onto him for dear life but at that bright burst of sensation, I positively clawed at him.

“I’ve thought about this a lot, you know,” he said. His words were casual but his voice was dark. If it was coming from anyone other than Kevin, I’d say that his tone was almost threatening.

“W-what?”

“Pushing you up against something. Getting my hand on your cock.”

“You have? A lot? Since when?Shit.” He squeezed me in a ripple of pressure from base to tip. My legs nearly went out from under me. Only the fact he had a thigh between mine and had me pinned against the cabinets kept me upright.

He made a rumbling, considering sound. “A while. Every morning you stand on the other side of your counter and watch me while I choose my pastries. And when I’m staring at the croissants, I’m not thinking about pastries at all. What I’m really thinking about is you.” He gripped me firmly and smoothed his thumb back and forth under the head of my dick. “Tomorrow, Charlie, I’m gonna come into your coffee shop and do what I always do. Only tomorrow, you’re going to know the whole time that I’m thinking about this. About you. About doing this to you.” He bit my neck, then sucked at it hard.

“Ah! No!”

He immediately backed off, but not all the way—he lapped softly over the stinging patch of skin. “No?” he murmured.

“No marks.”

He kissed the spot and slid his mouth lower. “None at all?”

“No. It’s…I’m…it’s private. I don’t like people looking at me.”

Serving coffee all day long with a throbbing love bite on my neck would get a whole lot of attention from the residents of Chipping Fairford.

“What if I put one where no one else can see?” He scraped his teeth lower, then hunched down and bit my collarbone. “Can I do that? I really want to.”

I squeaked and threaded my fingers through his hair, then fisted it and pulled him up. “No.” Because thenI’dkeep looking at it all day long.

He stared at me, his brown eyes dark with wide, shining pupils. “Not today, then.” He gave me another of those slow, firm pulls, and this time he was staring right into my face as he did it.

It all felt suddenly, overwhelmingly intimate. I closed my eyes and turned my head away.

Kevin caught my jaw and turned me back at once. He smiled.

And that was his smile. Kevin’s smile. The sweet, happy one he gave me every morning. And now that we were—somehow—here, I could do to him what I’d wanted to do for a long time when he smiled at me like that. I reached up to cup his face and gazed at him for a moment before leaning in and dropping a chaste kiss on his lips.

He blinked and his smile widened. “Knew you’d be like this,” he said. “You’re so soft and sweet, Charlie.” He looked at me seriously. “I want to eat you.”

What didthatmean?

Also, me? Soft? Sweet? Why did he keep saying that I was sweet?Hewas the—actually, no, he had apparently been possessed by a sex demon. Sex Kevin wasn’t soft or sweet. He was confident and pushy and?—

“C’mere.” He shoved an arm between me and the cabinets, hooked me away, and had me on the floor so quickly I got vertigo.

“What—”

“I’ve thought about you so much,” he said. “So much, Charlie, swear to god.” He straddled my thighs and worked his cargo trousers open. “I’ve been adding extra workouts at the gym to try and stop thinking about you so much.” He grinned. “Didn’t work.Charlie.” He shoved his trousers down and fisted his own cock. He lifted his chin when he saw me staring at it, open-mouthed, and pumped it a couple of times. Showing off for me.

I grabbed at his thighs.

“Watched so much porn, you don’t even know. Like, gay porn. Not the straight stuff. I know how to do that. I’m great at that. Now I know how to do this. In theory, anyway. Already told you I’m a kinaesthetic learner. I’ll get better when I’ve had some hands-on experience.” He crawled over me, braced his hands either side of my head and went from a high-plank position to a low-plank position to lying fully on me.

I grunted at his weight. “Okay,” I wheezed, “but I have to ask. What kind of porn? Because throwing me down on my kitchen floor is—ohfuck.”

He flexed into me.

I scrabbled at his shirt, dragging it up to his armpits to get at bare skin. I pulled his sturdy, muscled body fully against mine. “It’s—hhnnn.”

He flexed against me again. He stared down at me and continued to work his hips. “You. Feel. Amazing. Oh my god. I want to do this all the time.” He tipped onto one elbow, stuffed a hand between us, and grabbed my dick again. He shuffled about and tried to get his own into his grip as well but couldn’t manage it. He growled with frustration. “Hang on. I want to wank us off together. Should we be standing for that? Yeah. All right. Back up we go.”

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