Page 96 of Not That Ridiculous

“You are clenching.”

“I’m not clenching!”

“It has snapped tight.”

“For god’s sake.” I screwed my face up and concentrated. “How’s that?”

“Were you trying to tighten it up even more?”

“No!”

“Okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“I am worried about it.”

“Not a problem.”

“Of course it’s a problem, how can you get your dick up there if I ca-ahhhhhhh.”

The bastard skimmed his hands up to my ribs and tickled me. While I was busy laughing and writhing away from that, he squeezed the head of his cock in.

“I’m in!” he said triumphantly. Then, “Uhn. Oh, fuck. Oh, that’s tight. That’s nice. Uhhhhhh.”

I shuffled about with discomfort. Wasn’t nice for me, at least not yet. Kevin seemed to enjoy the writhing even more, now that I was doing it on the end of his dick.

He ran a hand down my back and I arched into it. His touch was possessive and demanding. He pressed at the base of my spine in wordless encouragement to tip my arse up.

I did it jerkily, and we both sucked in a sharp breath when he slid a little further inside. Oh. Yes. That angle was better. I lifted my arse higher, and he let out a breathless little moan that raised the hairs on my arms. It was satisfied and greedy, all at once.

He pushed deeper, and deeper still. I panted and did my best to focus on opening to it. The noises he was making helped. They were dark and filthy, and I’d had no idea I was into erotic sounds before, but apparently I was. The more noise he made, the more I wanted to hear.

I felt my whole body unlock as I suddenly surrendered to it all.

To Kevin.

“Oh, Charlie,” he breathed, and slipped a hand up and around to hold my throat. “So good,” he leaned in to whisper in my ear. “You feel so good on my cock.” He flexed into me once, slowly. “Ahhhh,” he sighed. “How do you like it?”

“Mmm.”

“Yeah?” He was smiling. I couldn’t see his face, but I heard it in his voice. He rocked into me again. Slow and sweet. “How about now?”

“Yes.” I pushed back into him.

“Yeah? You like me in you?”

“Very pleasant.”

He thrust into me, a little quicker. “Pleasant, huh?”

“Very soothing.”

He hesitated, then laid his body down on top of me. “Soothing?” he murmured into my ear.

“Yes.”

“Are you being sassy with me, Charlie?”

I was.

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