Page 92 of Not That Ridiculous

Itbounced. How flat could it be?

“Acceptable,” I said.

He huffed with amusement, then did it again, and then again, stopping to grab and squeeze.

While I hadn’t wasted a lot of time pondering the momentous occasion of losing my virginity, it was safe to say that I had not, even once, imagined it involving being spanked by a twenty-four-year-old sex demon.

“Do I get to touch your butt at all?” I said.

“As much as you like,” he said cheerfully. “Hang on. Let me get my kit off.”

He was naked in the time it took for me to roll onto my back and shuffle up to where the headboard was leaning drunkenly to one side.

Kevin climbed back onto the bed, crawled over me, and flopped on top. “Have a grope,” he said. “I’m gonna suck on your neck a bit.”

“No marks, though,” I reminded him.

“I remember. No marks, no problem.” He dropped a sweet kiss on the front of my throat before nibbling up the side of my neck.

I clutched at him and moaned.

He made a noise back, putting one hand on the bed and sliding the other under my neck. He moved over me subtly as he continued the gentle exploration.

I had some exploring of my own to do, I recalled, and touched his waist tentatively.

“Yeah,” he whispered into my neck. The skin was damp where he’d licked me, and his breathy word first heated it then cooled it. “Touch me wherever you like.”

All over.

I wanted to touch him all over.

I slid my hands slowly around to meet at the small of his back, then coasted them down to ride the curve of his round arse.

I mean…

If he was walking around with this thing all day long, no wonder he thought mine was flat.

His buttocks were hot and hard under my palms, the skin silky and taut. I pushed my hands all the way over the fullest part and held on, everything growing hazy as he started to rock into me.

“Charlie,” he whispered.

“Hmm?” I blinked up at him. He was watching me, and that look was back on his face. The intense, hard, focused one. I was getting used to seeing it aimed my way at this point. I liked it. I liked what it meant: I had his attention.

All of it.

“I’m gonna get my fingers in you now,” he told me.

My legs reflexively tried to snap closed. They couldn’t, of course, what with Kevin lying between them.

“Cool,” I said. “Yep.”

“Uh-huh.” He rocked back and up onto his knees. Keeping one hand firmly at the centre of my chest, he leaned over the side of the bed and swept around on the floor for his sweatpants. He rifled through the pockets and brought out a travel-sized tube of lubricant and a small box of condoms. He dropped them on the bed, dropped the sweatpants back on the floor, and dropped himself on top of me.

I wheezed.

He tilted his head and smiled a little. “Kiss me,” he said after a thoughtful pause.

I could do that.

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