Page 91 of Napkins and Other Distractions
I fetch the small bottle of lube that came with the toy. “Here.”
While I engulf his cock, spit and slobber dribble down my chin and fuck, right now, I don’t care. I swirl my tongue over the tip, and Kent’s thighs shudder.
“That. With your tongue. Do that again. Please,” he says.
I comply and the sound of Kent rubbing his hands together above me tells me he’s warming the lube up. When slick fingers spread me wide and then carefully place a generous amount on my hole, I’m unable to contain myself.
“Your ass. Delectable.”
“Now. Sir, please.”
Being a side means I get to decide what I want. I want Kent Lester.
With a few soft slaps on my ass, my skin sizzles. Starting with one finger, Kent enters me slowly, cautiously. His concern for my comfort doesn’t go unnoticed.
“You’re, you’re,” he says, “so fucking horny for me.”
“Mmmh,” I mutter into him, my head bobbing on his cock, because yes, I am.
“You’ve got my cock so fucking hard,” he says. “Your beautiful lips wrapped around me.”
Focused on the current task at hand, when Kent slips a second finger in, I’m too distracted to stop, but I pause, inhale deeply through my nose, the sweet smell of his sweat mixing with the soap, and remind myself to relax.
Breathe. Relax. Breathe. Relax.
Kent’s fingers move past the ring of muscle, and my ass welcomes him as a wave of pleasure flows from my hole outward, overtaking every nerve in my body. He’s completely still. Waiting.
Removing his cock from my mouth, I beg, “Please. Finger me. Harder.”
Kent slides his two fingers in and out methodically and carefully. Without warning, he stands, retrieves his glasses from the bedside table, and moves behind me.
“I need to watch this. Closer. See my fingers in your horny hole.”
Resting my head on the bed, I push back, allowing Kent’s fingers inside further. He pauses. “Your ass is fucking perfect. Does this feel good?”
“Oh yeah. So good. Don’t move. Let me do it.”
I begin rocking back and forth, fucking his fingers, letting him simply witness the action.
“There we go.” Kent’s voice, low and steady, compliments my movement. “You’re fucking me like such a good boy, Vincent. Such a good boy.”
I can hear his right hand jerking himself, the slick sound of my spit around his cock. He’s speeding up, and I do my best to match his rhythm. My body thrusts and the tips of his fingers delve deeper, sending an electric current through me.
“There, Kent. Right there.”
I grab the Fleshlight from the bed, lube it up, and position it between my legs with the opening facing Kent. The cold plastic pushes against my balls, sending a quick chill through me before my thighs warm it.
I hold the toy in place with one hand while the other braces against the bed. “Fuck it.”
With his two fingers still lodged deep inside, there’s pressure when Kent tentatively slips his cock inside the toy.
“Um, that’s wild,” he says. “It feels … ”
“Like my hole?”
“Yes.”
With a few thrusts, Kent matches the rhythm of his fingers inside me with his cock inside the toy. The room fills with a crescendo of grunts and gasps, echoing the desire crashing over me.
