Page 83 of Not That Ridiculous

“Yeah,” he said. “That’s what’s happening. All right?”

“Yes?”

“Cool.” I heard the purr of a zip, then he stepped back, hauled my arse out again, and I heard the unmistakeable sound of someone jerking off.

Felt it, too. At the top of each stroke, his knuckles lightly bumped the curve of my right cheek.

My mouth dropped open.

“Now normally,” Kevin said, “I wouldn’t do it like this.” He moved closer to tap a foot on the inside of mine. I shuffled my legs wider and he made a filthy sound of appreciation. “Thing is, I’ve wanted you for so long and I had two good wanks before I came over so this wouldn’t happen but I suppose I should have had three.”

“You’ve had two already?”

“Yeah.” A heavy hand landed at the back of my neck and rested there. I dropped my head forwards. “I told you I get wound up.”

To be fair, he had.

“This probably isn’t feeling very romantic, is it?” His words came out breathless and ragged. The sound of him touching himself sped up.

“It could be more romantic if you let me turn around and do that for you?”

He groaned, ran his hand down my back, and pushed gently at the base of my spine, encouraging me to lift my arse. “I want to do it for you, though,” he said. He was moving faster now. I deepened the arch of my back and he swore. “Fuck. I’m going to be cross with myself for this later, but I gotta…I have to vent this, and then I can treat you right. I want to treat you right, Charlie. You know that, don’t you? Want to make you feel good. Mmm. Want to…fuck. Want to make you smile at me that way you do, and uhhhhh. Uhn.Uhn.”

If he stripped it any faster, despite how wet it sounded, I was worried he’d strike a spark or something.

One of Kevin’s arms came over my shoulder and braced on the counter. He pressed against me, moved against me. I risked a glance at our reflection.

Holy shit.

He looked absolutely wild, moving frantically. I couldn’t take it. I squeezed my eyes shut and wrapped my fingers around his wrist. I reached back with my other hand and managed to rest it on his bunching thigh.

“I wish I could kiss you when you come,” I said, then yelped.

He turned me around, shoved his tongue in my mouth and rutted against my stomach.

I threw my arms around him and held on for dear life, the air getting knocked out of me in little huffs as his body bumped mine. He wasn’t just moving his hand, he was hitching his hips, pushing into me.

I cupped his face and pulled back to look into his eyes. They were open and fixed on mine, the skin around them tight with focus.

I recognised the expression. It was exactly how he’d looked at me that first time in the gym. I hadn’t understood it then. I did now.

He wanted me, as much as I wanted him.

Kevin was the kind of guy who had options. He was so lovely. So, so lovely—my hands flexed on his sides, and slid around to rest on his arse. He could have anyone he wanted, and he was here in my kitchen, doing his best to seduce me and gettingincrediblyworked up over it.

Even I, with my wariness and less-than-optimistic outlook on life, couldn’t question that he really did desire me.

Not when I was being banged into my cabinets like he’d banged me into my kitchen table last week and would soon—I really hoped—bang me into my mattress.

I smiled at him.

“Oh!” he said. “Oh, uh, uhhhhnnnnn. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.”

God, the noises coming out of him. My ears were ringing. I smiled wider, and that did it. He sucked in a hard breath in the middle of ayeah, hauled my t-shirt up to my armpits, and came on my stomach.

I stared directly into his eyes while he did it, unable to look away. Unable to stop myself from tipping over the edge and joining him.

His hand slowed but he continued to move in languid, almost absent-minded, rolls of his body. His cheeks flushed dark and his eyes grew heavy-lidded and drowsy. He blinked twice, then groaned and tipped forwards, squashing me completely and dropping his head to rest on my shoulder.

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