Page 70 of Enticement
When Evie watched Ross perform, it often seemed that there remained a barrier between them. The same sort of distance that separated actors from their audience. With Kit, that distance seemed lessened. He stroked himself with absolute confidence, seemingly without regard for how he appeared to her, and he looked at her the whole time.
Evie watched his pupils swallow up his equally dark irises. His mouth fell slack. She wanted to photograph him, to capture this image of him for eternity: his expression, the way his hair fell across his brow and the way his hand curled around his shaft.
“Fuck me,” he mouthed.
She didn’t wait for a second request, but obeyed him, their observers forgotten. Kit could make the whole world disappear. It just stopped existing when he focused his attention like this. Nothing beyond the here and now mattered.
He mewled as she entered him. They rocked together gently, like an empty swing swaying in a summer breeze. “That’s it, Evie. You feel so good inside me.” His thumb swept up around the tip of his cock, not touching the eye, but lightly tormenting the skin around it until his breaths became indulgent gasps.
“I want to see you come,” Evie admitted.
“Yeah.” His actions seemed to find extra focus, until he was sprinting towards the finish. He didn’t stop, even as the semen pooled upon his stomach. Evie dipped a finger in it and smeared it across his parted lips. Then she jammed their bodies together and kissed him hard.
Kit unbuckled the harness and hooked it over one of the iron bedposts. “We’ll be keeping this. I want to see you use it on Ross.” She shook her head, but something told her Kit would prevent it being awkward, and that Ross wouldn’t balk at the idea in the same way she’d anticipated if she’d asked before Kit had tumbled into their lives.
“Come here.” Kit lay down again. He had her shimmy up the length of him, until she sat astride his head, clinging to the bars at the foot end of the iron bed. Kit’s tongue lathed her clit so that his chin gleamed with a little more moisture every time he tapped her bum to make her lift up so he could take a breath. He tongue fucked her, and he tormented her clit, alternatively sucking and petting it, until her heart raced so fast she thought it would leap free of her chest. When it came, her orgasm gripped her tight, squeezing her, enfolding her, and then letting her float. Evie clung to the bedstead, unable to move and aware that there were tears rolling down her cheeks.
When she did finally move it was only because her muscles protested the position. Kit hugged her to him so that her head rested upon his chest and pulled the bedclothes around them.
“This is where I first had Ross.”
“Not up at the ruins?” Evie cocked her head up to look at him, but his gaze remained fixed upon the scarred ceiling.
“We started out at the ruins. Kissing. Hands inside each other’s pants. Got ourselves all hot and bothered. We’d both made out up there with girls before, but doing each other there in broad daylight seemed a little too risqué. There are things that people will accept stumbling across and there’s stuff they get up in arms about.”
“Are you suggesting Kirkley’s inhabitants are anti-gay?”
“I think they’re anti-gay sex in their back gardens. Just catching the pair of us kissing would have set them all in a proper tizzy. So we came here.”
Evie’s fingers traced the letters of Ross’s name across Kit’s lower abdomen. “Tell me about it.”
“Ross was nervous. He had sunburn from sitting outdoors for days on end, but he still managed to look bleached. And he had all this gorgeous hair. It must have come down to his waist. I recall wrapping it around my hand as a means of holding onto him as we kissed.”
“Had you kissed guys before?”
Kit shook his head. “It was odd at first. It was like kissing a girl, except he needed a shave so he was all sandpapery and coarse. Oh, and all tongue.”
She’d seen pictures of Ross with his hair long, but he’d already cropped it short by the time they’d met, and as much as she tried to picture Ross and Kit as younger men, her imagination refused to comply. The image cemented in her brain was that of them as she’d first seen the together as lovers, when she’d walked in on them in this house, two full-blooded men, neither afraid of touching each other or of being a little rough.
A chuckle rumbled through Kit’s chest. “He kept saying ‘it’s unreal, man. It’s unreal’. He was all hands but he didn’t know where to put them.”
“But I suppose you did?”
“I’m not saying I knew any better than him, but I like to think I was a little better at hiding my lack of experience. I know I was better at hiding my nerves.”
Evie rolled across him and straddled his hips, the thought of Kit and Ross in bed together for the first time making her horny all over again. “Go on.”
“I got on top, a little like you are now, and I held our cocks together while we rubbed up and down each other. When I couldn’t take anymore, I went down on him. You’d think he’d never had a blowjob before he came so fast.”
“And then did he do the same for you?”
“Uh-uh! I didn’t exactly trust him to suck, not considering how much his teeth kept chattering, and actual penetration was out of the question.”
“But?” Her brows quizzically furrowed.
“I know, considering what we’ve just done, but, I wasn’t so comfortable with the idea then. Japan and being steaming drunk once too often changed that. We didn’t actually properly fuck, until… well, just before you turned up.”
“That was your first time?”
