Page 95 of Not That Ridiculous

He didn’t touch my cock again. He kept on teasing me and working me open. Twice he yanked on my balls to stop me from coming. I marvelled at him, I really did.

I was a panting, sweating mess. I couldn’t hold still. He’d called me a squirmer and he was right. I was scrambling all over the place. He kept chuckling and dragging me back where he wanted me, holding me down with arousing ease.

Not that I needed any more arousing.

Slowly, the mood shifted. Kevin’s playfulness faded and his intensity grew until I couldn’t manage to hold his gaze.

He didn’t bother to hide how much he liked it. His eyes were dark and focused on me, his pupils enormous as he watched for every single twitch and chased after it like a shot, wringing more and more out of me.

“For god’s sake,” I managed to gasp out. “Will you please fuck me? Please, Kevin?”

“Yeah.” He ducked down to kiss me fiercely, pulled back, and turned me over.

“What?” I said into the pillow. Then I said, “Eep,” when he grabbed my hips and lifted them, pulling me backwards and up onto my knees. I tried to push up to all fours and explain to him that I didn’t find this terribly romantic, but he settled a hand at the base of my neck and I softened with a hideous moan.

Meanwhile, he’d shoved himself right between my legs, and was back to fingering me again.

I twisted my head to the side before I suffocated, and whooped in a loud breath.

“All right?” he said. His voice was low and distracted.

“Yes, but—ahhhhh!”

He pulled his fingers out and pressed his dick where they had been. I clenched my buttocks and he snorted with amusement even as he pulsed against me.

“Kevin,” I said urgently. “Don’t just shove it in there!”

He planted a hand either side of my head and leaned over me. He didn’t rest his weight on me but I felt the heat and promise of it. Of him. He bit my ear and I twitched. “I know what I’m doing,” he said. “Trust me, remember?”

“Okay. Yes. Thought it was worth a quick reminder, though. Carry on.”

Hewascarrying on. He flexed his hips slowly, steadily, his cock nudging against my hole with insistent, intriguing pressure.

He stroked my sides. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes. But, uh…”

“What? What do you need?” He ran a hand over my ribs and slipped it around and under me, petting my stomach gently.

“Mm. Uhn. Can I…? On my back?”

“If you want. Easier this way first, though. I really want you to like this, Charlie.”

“Liking it so far.”

“Yeah, but I want you to let me do it to you again and again. A lot. I think I can do a better job this way to start. It’s your call.”

He was the only one in the room with any experience. It would be silly to ignore his opinion just because I preferred the idea of holding him while he fucked me. “Okay,” I said. ”Let’s do it like this.”

“I’m gonna make it so good for you.”

“It already is.” No need to be coy. He’d probably guessed from all the wailing and squirming that I was into it.

He made a dark sound of satisfaction, then rearranged himself behind me. He held my hips and held me steady while he pushed forwards.

After about ten seconds, he sighed and said, “Relax, Charlie.”

“Oh my godI am trying.”

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