Page 97 of Not That Ridiculous

He lifted his hips and reached down to wrap a hand around my thigh. “Let’s get these straightened out,” he said.

I awkwardly shuffled about beneath him and kicked my legs out straight. I was now completely facedown. I didn’t know what I was complaining about earlier, wanting to be on my back. This was overwhelming enough.

Eye contact, on top of all the body contact and the sensations? Nope.

Kevin knocked my legs together, set his knees outside mine, and tucked his arms along my ribs, gathering me completely beneath him. He gripped my chin and encouraged me to turn my head even more to the side, leaning over and down for an awkward kiss. He sucked hard on my bottom lip when he pulled back. “I’m going to fuck the hell outta you now, Charlie,” he said. “Okay?” Despite the statement, he withdrew and slid back inside, agonisingly slowly.

I was getting used to the peculiar feeling of it. I was also getting impatient to feel more. “Yes,” I said.

“You let me know if I’m going too hard.”

“Will do.”

“All right. You ready for this?”

I sighed with exasperation. “Kevin, can you please just?—”

He pulled back, and thrust into me. Not hard, but uncompromising. Demanding.

He did it again. And again. And again.

I lay there with my eyes wide, staring unseeingly at the opposite wall and panting. The first few thrusts, that was all I could manage as I struggled to process the sensation. It was…it was…it was like when he had his fingers in me, and similar to when he humped me against my cabinets, and similar to those earlier slow, gentle glides, but now it was everything, all at once.

His big, solid body was moving, and this was Kevin, the oversexed fitness freak, so he knew exactly how to use those muscles. He had grace and coordination and practice, and he worked over me with relentless power. His skin slipped against mine. The ridges and solid planes of him rubbed over me. He pushed his weight into me, bouncing me against the mattress, shocking little gasps and whines out of me.

He thrust faster, his pelvis smacking against my arse. As soon as I stopped reeling about it, I started to push back.

He grunted. “Yeah, Charlie,” he said. “Come on.”

I tried. There wasn’t a lot I could do, squashed under him as I was. I attempted to struggle up to my elbows. He laughed and pushed me back down. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my forehead into the pillow, arching my neck to give me room to breathe. I was doing an okay job of pushing my arse back onto him, but I never did have much rhythm and I kept losing it.

Kevin stopped, shoved an arm under my chest, and took me with him as he rolled onto his side. He hooked my thigh back and over his, and rocked into me.

I threw a hand behind me and clutched at his arse. “Oh my god,” I said at the feel of it pumping into me.

“Uhn,” he said back, his face tucked into my neck and his mouth on me. He grabbed a pec and squeezed it, then pinched my nipple.

“Ow.” I went to slap at his hand but he dragged it firmly down my chest and wrapped it around my cock before I made contact.

He slowed down to deep, languorous rolls of his hips.

My mouth dropped open and I stared down my body. His forearm cut across my hip and I watched the strong muscles in it flicker as he held his hand steady. I gripped his wrist.

“Mmm,” he said. He released my dick and caught my hand, then curled it around me and curled his on top. Then he stopped moving.

I bumped my hips back into him. “Kevin,” I complained.

“In a minute,” he said.

I writhed against him, trying to do the work since he’d decided it was time for a break. He moaned softly into my ear, which make me shudder and ramp up my efforts.

I loved it.

I loved the feeling of him behind me, big and hot and solid. And inside me. Also big and hot and solid.

“Does it feel good when you do that?” he said. “You like making yourself feel good on my cock?”

I bit my lip in concentration. Okay, I loved the feeling of it but I wasn’t fooling myself here. I wasn’t graceful with it. The way Kevin moved his hips, he made it look easy.

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