Page 42 of Not That Ridiculous

He rolled off me, hauled me up and set me on my feet as quickly as he’d taken me down to the floor, shoved me up against the kitchen table—we’d somehow migrated to the centre of the room—and notched himself between my legs again, having slapped my thigh demandingly a couple of times to get me to spread them.

He held the edge of the table either side of me and hunched experimentally. My hands came down onto his round, pumping arse with a loud smacking sound and my head fell forwards onto his shoulder.

He gave one of those filthy grunts. “This is good. I like this. Perhaps I should just hump you,” he said consideringly. For a moment, I thought he’d put me back on the floor and I began to get hysterical at the idea, but he shook his head and said, “Next time. Can’t wait to see you come. And I want to touch you.”

He drew back, grabbed his cock, grabbed mine, held them together, and jerked.

“Oh,” he said. “Holy shit.” His fingers tightened around us and he squeezed as he drew his hips back then fucked forwards in a hard pump. “Uh-oh.” He did it again.

“What?” I said. “What?”

Kevin’s cock was like Kevin: sturdy. I wasn’t a size guy. I didn’t care if he was longer than me or shorter, and right now he was in motion and it was difficult to see how big he was hard, but I could tell that it was thick and hot and lovely like the rest of him, he knew how to work it, and the ridge of his head kept catching mine as he thrust through his fist.

“This is too good. ‘M gonna come.” His thrusts were slow and powerful. The table behind me jumped each time he banged me into it.

“Yes,“ I said. “Great. Do that.”

I wanted to see it. I wanted to see what he looked like when he did it.

I had a suspicion it wasn’t going to be a simpleahhhhhas he blew, followed by a couple of quiet minutes to catch his breath.

I had a suspicion it was going to involve yelling and some very vigorous physical movements—extra-hard thrusting, or a bit of writhing, who knew?—and I was ready for it.

I was so, so ready.

One more thrust, maybe two, and he’d be there.

I’d be there.

We’d be there together.

God, yeah. One more?—

“No,” he said. “Not yet.”

“Don’t you dare edge me, Kevin Wallis.”

He froze and stared at me in astonishment before he burst into giggles.

Actual giggles.

The kind where he said, “Hee hee.”

That took the sexy down a considerable few notches. I set my hands on his chest and pushed. My entire groin was throbbing, I wanted my orgasm now, and Kevin was sayinghee hee.

He grinned at me.

Crossly, I leaned in and bit at his smiling mouth. “Get on with it,” I told him. “Right now.”

A hand came up to grip the back of my head and hold my lips to his. “No,” he said. “I’m enjoying myself. I want to make this last forever.”

“I have work in the morning, and so do you.” I gave him my best sultry look and hitched my hips into his. “Forever isn’t an option.”

“Mmm,” he said. “That’s nice. Do that again.” He wrapped his hands around my hips, adjusted his stance so our dicks were side by side, and looked down expectantly.

I did it again.

He breathed out hard, lids lowering as he watched. “Again, Charlie,” he whispered.

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