Page 84 of Kitty Season
“You’re perfect,” I mutter, lips squished against his pecs.
“And you’re corny as fuck.”
“Right. That’s it. Coddling time is over.”
“Ohhh. What are you going to do, tough guy?” Daring me. Troye grins and I dig my nails into his hips, grab and clench, flipping our positions till he’s on top of me, his glorious thighs straddling mine.
“I’m not going to do anything. You’re going to fuck me till that smart mouth can only say one thing. Brady. Brady. Brady.”
“Fucking finally.” He swings his left leg over mine, reaches and grabs the lube sitting by our bedside table. “I’m going to stretch you open. Spread your legs.” I do, with embarrassing speed and watch as he shifts, positioning himself between my thighs and soaks his fingers. He’s basically prepped me before, all part of his beloved edging, but this is the real deal and mybody seems to sense the difference as he splits me open like a peach.
“Fucking perfect.” He leans down, licks a line from taint to hole then taunts me with languid, wet circles. All he’s done so far is coat his fingers and lick me, and I’m a twitching, quivering mess.
“Fuck. I do quiver.” I laugh.
“You do baby, and you ain’t seen nothing yet.” Before I can reply he fists then closes his mouth over my dick, and breaches my hole with two fingers. “I know you can take it.” He’s gentle, but firm, sliding in and out, spreading his fingers to open me. I feel so full, the pressure so intense it borders on pain but should he suggest stopping I know I might cry.
Distracting me from the burn, he takes me deep in the back of his throat and swallows, the constriction pure bliss. Once the sting eases, and I start to rock back against him it withdraws, he coats his fingers and presses inside me again. “Oh, shit. Oh my God.” My back arches off the bed and he begins to pull out, but I clench around him like a greedy power bottom, refusing to let him go. “No, more. I can take more.”
“I don’t want to hurt you. I never want to hurt you.”
“And you won’t. I trust you.”
The blissful torture continues until I’m an absolute blithering mess of want and Troye’s not much better.
“You look so good Brady. I think you’re ready.”
I nod because I’ve lost all semblance of composure, and English skills, and grip the sheets in preparation. “Hey,” Troye whispers, hovering over me then pressing the sweetest kiss I’ve ever felt to my lips. “I’m not going to hurt you. And you trust me, remember?”
A condom is applied, then another coat of lube is, the coolness making me jump and briefly holding my attention. Itdoesn’t for long though, because then there’s Troye, kissing me again, pressing his sheathed cock inside me.
As promised, he’s careful. Painfully slow and sweet, edging in, pausing, edging in a little more until he bottoms out. It feels, indescribable.
“I’m going to start moving. Just tell me to stop if it’s too much.”
“I won’t. I want it.”
“That’s my greedy boy.”
With the first roll of his hips, I know that I’m in trouble. I squeeze around him, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. “More,” I beg. “Please, Troye, more.” He kisses me again, teeth sinking in, hands diving into and tugging at my hair. With each thrust he moans, and a slither of ecstasy rolls down my spine. My feet and hands tingle, my cock weeps from the delicious friction of his abs brushing over me.
He’s pounding into me now. Sweat drips from his forehead on to mine, his scent, so masculine and him, drives me to the edge. Each push inside me hits my prostate, making me see stars. I’m going to come and feel so desperately torn between chasing it down and pushing it away, but I can’t stop. I meet his thrusts with my own and he loses it, hips pistoning as he calls my name again and again.
“Come, Brades,” he grunts. “Stop fighting it. I know you want to. Come. Paint me. Make our Kitty proud.”
The thought of Quinn sitting here, watching Troye ruin my hole ruins me. I come in glorious waves, over and over, another burst coming each time Troye pegs that spot.
“Quinn, Troye. Fuck yes.” I’m babbling, a needy whiny mess when Troye suddenly pulls out. His face is determined as he tears off the condom and explodes in thick hot ropes of cum.
He collapses atop me, sweat, cum and I think a few tears, gluing us together. Needing to be impossibly close, I wrap mylegs around his waist and hold him to me as I press kisses to his forehead as his breathing evens out, and he drifts off to sleep.
I think I’m almost asleep too when I hear a soft, “My boys are so beautiful. Can I lay with you?”
“Always.” Wondering how long she had been watching, and longing for her touch, I smile, releasing one arm from Troye’s back to lay it flat against the mattress. Quinn tiptoes over, and props herself beside me on the edge of the bed. Troye fails to stir as she takes my invitation, cutely yawning and cuddling in beside me.
She really does purr.
Knowing that this is it for me. That I’m never letting this go, I close my eyes, and let myself fall asleep with the two people who share my heart.
