Page 74 of Napkins and Other Distractions
“Kent, you’re going to make me come like this.” His words spur me on, but replying isn’t possible in my current state. I slide my hands to his hips and pull down, attempting to get my tongue even deeper. His opening contracts slightly around my tongue, but I persist. Vincent grinds my face, jerking himself off, my own hard cock pointing right at him, patient and waiting.
“Oh fuck, fuck. Kent, I’m coming … ”
My tongue, lodged deep inside him, senses it first. The pulsing. Vincent’s ass clenches with each spasm, and his warm cum showers my cock and thighs. He’s whimpering, the release undoing him from the inside out. My face warms, the heat of him unloading, letting go, literally raising my temperature. I don’t stop because I can tell he’s not finished, and I’m determined to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of him. The last few spurts coat my hairy belly, and Vincent slumps over, lying motionless on his side.
If I died right now, at least I’d have a giant, ass-eating grin on my face.
“Holy fuck, Kent. Holy fuck.”
My lips pull into a satisfied smile, knowing I’ve rendered him boneless.
Vincent raises his head to take in the damage. “You’re a mess.”
“You drenched me like a good boy,” I say. “I fucking love it.”
Lying still seems like the right plan of action, at least for the moment.
“Can I kiss you?” he asks.
“Um, of course, but I’m kind of covered … ” I point to my mouth. “In you.”
Vincent leans over and kisses my forehead. It’s so damn tender and sweet. His lips move to my nose, and then he kisses each of my eyes. Baby steps.
Reaching down, I grab my cock, hungry for attention, and begin stroking.
“Wait.”
“Vincent, I’m good. It won’t take me long.”
“I know, but I bought something … for you.”
He props himself up, reaches over to his nightstand, opens the drawer, and pulls out a small toy. It’s about two inches long, wider in the middle, and looks like something you might use in the kitchen. A juicer, maybe? And it’s hot pink.
I tip my head and run my fingers through my hair.
“It’s a butt plug,” he says, biting his lower lip.
“A what plug?”
He laughs and shimmies over next to me. His face hovers close to mine, and my reflex is to turn away. He’s all over my lips. My beard. My entire face. Corrine never cared to kiss after oral, and I never argued with her about it. Vincent leans over and delicately kisses my lips.
“A butt plug. I bought it for you. I thought you might like to try it.”
Would I like to try it? I have no idea. When Vincent told me he was a side, I just thought that wasn’t something we’d do.
“Thank you?”
Vincent smiles, sliding the toy across my chest.
“I just figured my ass was off the table,” I continue.
“Well … ” Vincent holds the plug closer so I can inspect it. “This is on the table.”
“I haven’t … prepared,” I say, unsure what that might entail for the toy.
“It’s small. We haven’t eaten.” Vincent places his hand on a clean area of my stomach. “Do you feel okay?”
“Yeah. I think so.”
