Chapter 6 #2
After a long moment, I lifted my brows.
He stared at me.
I squirmed impatiently beneath him, then pinched his bum. “And?”
He drew his hips back and rolled them forwards easily. Savouringly.
“And?” I said, louder this time. I changed the pinch to a light swat.
“Oh,” he said softly. “Like that, is it?”
“Tell me you love me.” I dug my fingers into his cheeks.
“Mhm. I love you.” He covered my mouth with his and rolled his tongue in as easily and lazily as he was rolling his hips. “You know I do.”
The hand on my neck drifted down my side. He stroked it up and down, up and down.
I pushed into it and met his tongue with mine.
Kevin continued the slow fucking motion of his hips, continued the slow, dragging strokes up and down my side, continued to kiss me with lazy, teasing flickers of his tongue.
“Kevin,” I murmured. “What?—”
“Shh.”
I threaded my fingers through his hair and tried to pull him back. “What?—”
He’d been moving so slowly and easily that his sudden movement made me jolt in surprise. He caught my hand, thumped it onto the pillow above my head, and held it there. He sank back into kissing me.
I heaved beneath him, my skin prickling. I submitted to the deep, slow kissing for another minute or two before I grew restless again.
Kevin didn’t normally hold back. And…well, he wasn’t holding back right now, exactly, as he moved his body over mine and kissed me witless, but…this wasn’t how it normally went.
I lifted my chin and broke away, gasping for air. “What are you do?—”
He pulled my other hand over my head to join the first. He only needed one hand to keep them there, embarrassingly enough. It wasn’t even difficult for him, even when I had a little struggle. Also, this was the third time he’d pinned me today.
He widened his knees either side of mine and rocked down into me, the movement firmer now, more of a ripple as he worked his cock against mine. He stared at my face, his eyes half-closed. After a moment, he went to kiss me.
I twisted my head to one side. His lips landed on my neck instead, and he followed them up with a scrape of teeth and a hard suck. “Kevin, what are you doing?” My voice quavered. I cleared my throat and said again, gruff and short, “What are you doing?” That was better.
He turned my face back to his. “Worshipping you.”
What? My stomach lurched and my cheeks heated. “I thought you were going to make me scream?”
“Oh, I am. Not today. I changed my mind. I don’t want to make you get loud today. I want your other noises today.”
“I don’t?—”
“Ahhhhh,” he moaned softly. “Mmm. Yes, Kevin.” He broke off to pant lightly, lips parted and eyes fixed on mine. “Just. Like. That.”
“I sound nothing like that,” I told him crossly. Meanwhile, I told myself to keep it together and not come untouched just because Kevin was moaning at me.
“Uhhhhhh. Yes. Ohhhhhh, yeah.”
Holy shit.
I was very, very used to Kevin bellowing in my ear when he came. It was quite the ego boost.
This was…
He put his mouth on mine again and panted into it lightly. “Come on,” he whispered. “Let me hear them.”
I shook my head, dislodging his lips.
He grinned at me.
I leaned up and bit his chin, then gasped when he pushed up, turned me onto my stomach, and settled back on top.
After a moment he made a thoughtful sound and rearranged us onto our sides. He shoved a big arm under my head, straightened my legs, and said hotly in my ear, “Squeeze your thighs together.”
“Really?” He usually preferred them wide open.
“Yeah. Good.” He got a hand between us and fidgeted about around my arse.
He’d had me on my side a few times, hooking my top leg up and back.
He’d also once tipped me flat and shoved one of my legs up practically to my armpit.
I’d felt about as graceful and alluring as a lizard frozen mid-crawl halfway up a wall, but he’d been into it.
Sex with Kevin was a flexibility workout and a half. But legs together? I didn’t?—
“Oh,” I gasped when he slid his shaft between my legs in a slow, sure glide.
He nudged my balls with the wet tip. “Squeeze,” he whispered.
I tentatively tightened my thighs.
He heaved a short laugh. “Tighter.”
“I don’t want to pop anything.”
“What are you gonna pop? My dick?”
“Yes.”
“Think I’ll be okay.” He slid his palm up and down the outside of my top leg, and gave it a gentle pat. “You haven’t got the muscle tone.”
I pushed myself up to an elbow and twisted around to glare at him. “Is now really the time to be critiquing my muscle tone?”
His cheeks were deep pink and his eyes gleamed at me. “You’ve got lovely thighs, Charlie.” He teased his fingertips down to my knee and back up. “Lean and tight.”
“I—thank you.”
“I want them wrapped around my head.”
My elbow gave out and I flopped to the mattress. “Maybe for your birthday,” I said weakly.
“Holding you to that,” he said at once.
“Wait. I said maybe. It wasn’t a promise.”
“I will get you to sit on my face, Charlie Galloway, if it’s the last thing I do.”
It very well could be. He liked to drag things out, and he was right about my muscle tone. If he took too long doing whatever it was he had planned while I was dying of embarrassment on top of him, my legs might give out.
He could suffocate.
“I’m having a little joke,” he said. “I know you’re too shy for that.”
“For god’s sake. We’ve been over this before. I’m not shy.”
“Mm-hmm.” He shuffled his hips about behind me and stroked his free hand around to rest flat on my stomach. “Squeeze.”
“Okay. Tell me if I hurt you.”
He sucked on my earlobe in response.
I clenched tentatively.
“When you’re ready,” he said.
I clenched tighter.
“Any time now,” he said.
I scowled and squeeeeeezed.
“Uhn. There. That’s nice.” He drew his hips back and thrust forwards, pushing his cock through my thighs. “Yeah.”
I closed my eyes and tipped my head back. He slid his fingers around my jaw and angled me for an awkward kiss. I felt him smiling into it, even as his hips picked up speed.
“Good?” he said against my damp lips.
“Yes.”
It was different. I was surprised at how much I liked it, but then again, Kevin was behind me, his arms were around me, and he was holding me tight. No wonder I liked it.
“Now touch yourself,” he said.
God, he was bossy.
I took hold of my shaft and we quickly fell into a rhythm. Kevin moved behind me with his usual powerful pumps, and I timed my strokes to match it, letting him push me into my fist.
“Are you going to moan for me, Charlie? I want to hear it.”
I gave a long, drawn-out and theatrically fake moan. “How’s that?”
His breath caught and he knocked me forwards with a hard bump. I let go of my dick and braced myself on the mattress. His hand snaked down and took over, warm fingers closing around my shaft. He flicked the underside of the head with his thumb. The noise I made this time was involuntary, not fake.
“Keep going,” he said.
I moaned again. It was maybe fifty percent fake.
“More.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” I panted. “Ooh.”
He bit my ear and I yelped. “You get that I don’t care whether you’re taking the piss or losing your mind, right? All good as far as I’m concerned.”
I’d guessed that by the way his breathing had picked up and his hips were pumping harder, faster. He tightened his arm around me.
I got a hand between my legs but went for his dick, not mine, squirming to make space between my thighs and trying to catch it as he slid it back and forth.
“No, you don’t,” he said, and pulled his hips back. He grabbed my cock, and gave me a flurry of quick strokes, concentrating up around the head.
I made a truly embarrassing warbling sound.
He hummed delightedly in my ear. “Yes. Like that.” He gripped my dick firmly, and circled his thumb over and over and over the tip.
I couldn’t have held back the noises if I wanted to. I went all in.
To the backing track of Kevin’s heated encouragement, I let myself give voice to all the noises I usually held back. And one I never held back:
“I love you,” I gasped, staring down my body to where he worked my cock. “Kevin. I love you so much.”
“Yeah, you do. Love you, too. Come on. Come on.” He rubbed me furiously and I came with a loud sob, my stomach muscles clenching brutally, rhythmically.
“Beautiful,” Kevin groaned. He worked me and worked me until I pushed at him feebly.
Then he reached between us, worked his own cock a few times before rolling me onto my stomach and slotting it back between my thighs. “You ready for me?”
I squeezed my thighs and nodded.
And he was off.
I smiled into the pillow as he lay fully on me and all but bounced me off the mattress, he went so hard.
My thighs were going to have friction burns at this rate. Worth it, though.
He made his usual sounds—long, drawn-out groans, sharp pants, the occasional growling, “Yeah.”
I decided to join in, since he’d made such a big deal about it earlier. And since I felt less self-conscious about it if I was winding him up…
“Ohhhhhh yes, Kevin, drill me hard! Mmmmm. Let me feel your big tool!” I broke off for some breathy gasping.
Kevin’s thrusts hitched with surprise and he burst out laughing. “Louder.”
“Ahhhhh! Kevin!”
“Yeah. Louder.” He pressed against me, his chest flattening against my back, his longer legs tucked either side of mine, and humped me to a deafening climax.