Page 98 of Not That Ridiculous

All of this was new, and I didn’t roll back sexily, taking him in and out of my body with alluring ease. I jerked and stuttered back then cranked forwards. But…

I smiled. I didn’t think Kevin minded.

He fidgeted behind me, kept kissing my neck and murmuring encouraging things, didn’t hold back from the grunts and growls that told me he was enjoying himself.

“Why did you stop?” I panted out. “Taking a break? Aren’t you supposed to be fit? I thought you were supposed to be fucking the hell out of me?”

“Yeah. And I thought I’d be able to do it without coming first, but no. You feel too good.”

“You can,” I said.

“No. I want to make you come first.”

“I don’t?—”

“Charlie,” he said on a moan, and sucked on my neck. “I already pinned you and came all over you once tonight.”

“You can…oh. Mmm. You can do that as much as you like.”

“Good to know. Still want to make you come first this time. Come on. Show me how you like it.”

“Uh,” I said when he let go of my hand and nudged into me.

“Show me,” he said again.

Feeling very much in the spotlight, I gave myself a few half-hearted tugs. Honestly, I’d never really given how I liked it all that much thought. I faltered and released my dick. Oh god.

Was I deflating?

“Got it.” Kevin brushed my hand aside and took over. “Soft and sweet.” He kissed my neck.

He set off. Soft and sweet. The stage fright that had wilted my enthusiasm for the proceedings vanished.

I stared down as he worked me. Absently, I rolled my hips into his, let him push them forwards, then rolled them back again. It was nice, but soft and sweet wasn’t cutting it. I wanted more. “Can you…?” I said, and hesitated.

“What?” He was amused about something, I could tell from the vibration in his voice, but it didn’t seem all that important right now.

“Tighter,” I said. “Can you hold me tighter?”

“No problem.” He firmed his grip.

“Ahhhh,” I said, my head falling back. “Um. Now faster.Faster. Kevin, do it faster.”

He obligingly sped up his strokes.

“Oh,” I said. “Yep. That’s…yes. Yes. Yes.” Holy shit he was good at this. I wasn’t surprised. He’d told me that he was always wanking, and it showed.

Time well spent, in my opinion.

His breathing was as rough as mine. “All right,” he said abruptly in my ear. “Enough playing around. I can’t hold off any more, and you’re going first.”

What did he mean, enough playing?—

“Ahhhhh. Oh. Oh. Uhn. Ke-Ke-vin. Kevin. What the…what…ah-ah-ahhhh.” He pulled the orgasm clean out of me.

He gave five hard pumps, bit my shoulder and thrust deep inside me at the same time, and I came all over his hand.

Sensation crashed over me, sucking me under as he worked me through it. I was vaguely aware of him quickly rolling me onto my stomach, and then he was off.

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