Page 92 of Napkins and Other Distractions
“Vincent, hang on … I need to … ” Kent’s fingers withdraw, and he collapses on the bed. My heart races, and I quickly move next to him.
“Are you all right?” His heavy breathing alerts me, and I gently kiss his cheek above his beard.
“Yes, just cramping. My legs. I can’t do that, stand while … doing that for too long.”
I run my thumb under the smooth, soft leather across his chest, checking it’s not too tight. There’s plenty of room, and his breathing seems to steady.
“Why don’t we stop,” I suggest.
“Are you kidding?” He lifts his head and points to his cock, still rock hard, aimed directly at us.
“Don’t move,” I instruct.
Retrieving the toy from the floor, I sit next to Kent, take hold of his cock, and guide it in. Using both hands, I slowly begin fucking him with it. Soft moans escape his mouth, and when his hand reaches for my waist, I shift my hips, allowing him better access to my hole. Recognizing my hint, the two fingers sending me over the edge a few minutes ago easily slip back inside.
“Holy fuck,” he purrs.
“Am I a good boy now?”
“So good. The best boy. You get a gold star. No, two!”
My gaze ping-pongs between my hands clutching the toy and the mirror, and seeing his cock plunge in and out of the toy from both angles makes my mouth water. A laugh spills out of my mouth, followed by a whimper, when Kent’s fingers burrow deeper again. Shockwaves pulse through my body as the suction noises from the toy being fucked by Kent’s fat cock fill the room.
“I’m close,” he says. “What do I do?”
I pull the toy off him, and there’s a sudden, loud snapping noise when his dick pops out. Taking him in my hands, I do my best to take over, jerking him fast as his fingers fuck me deeper.
“Vincent, I’m going to … Do you want it? On you?”
Being covered in Kent Lester? “Yes, sir. Please. Come on me.”
Moving my head closer, I aim his cock near my cheek. Kent shakes, his hips thrust up, and warm liquid blasts my face, pooling and then slowly sliding down my cheek. With a quick glance at my reflection, I see my face adorned with Kent Lester’s orgasm, and I’m unable to hide my smirk.
“I’m so close.” I push back onto his hand. “Keep fucking me with your fingers. Please.”
“How deep?”
I’m not sure how much further he can possibly go, so I say, “All in.”
“Of course,” he says, taking over as I focus on my cock. His fingers, deep inside, my body fused with his, the thought of us being so close, connected, and with only a few strokes, I’m ready.
Sensing I’m on the brink, Kent says, “On me. Come on me.”
Without taking my hand off myself, I kneel next to him and ask, “Where? Quick … ”
“Right here,” he says, pointing to his open mouth.
Reaching up, Kent thrusts his fingers inside, caressing and massaging depths I never knew existed. My orgasm charges through me like a freight train, shooting long, thick ribbons of cum toward his face. As he opens his mouth, some of it lands on his tongue while the majority finds its way onto his bushy beard. My hole clenches around Kent’s fingers with each spasm, releasing any tension my body clings to. “That’s my good boy. All over. Every drop.” Kent pulls me closer and licks at the head of my cock. “Good boy.”
Using his free hand, he wipes the cum from his beard, popping two fingers into his mouth and sucking as much off as possible.
Finished and drained, I collapse next to him, snuggling up to his chest.
“Wow,” he says. We’re both momentarily still. “That was fucking hot.”
He cranes his neck, and his lips brush the top of my head, slowly sprinkling my entire dome with mini kisses.
“Look.” He nods toward the mirror opposite the bed. “Look at how beautiful you are.”
