“Kevin,” I said hoarsely. “Let me…I want to touch you. Can I?—”
He shoved me back a step, got his shorts down as far as they’d go with his legs spread, which wasn’t all that far, hauled the front of his boxers down and tucked the waistband under his balls, and wrapped my hand around his bare cock. Biting his lip, he grinned at me.
“Okay,” I said. “Yes. This is better.” This was more than better—it was wonderful.
Kevin was smooth and hard against my palm. I loved the feel of him. I loved the bulk of his body right there for me to press up against, and the way his eyes were intense on my face as he rocked into my grip, the way he held my hips and tugged me closer and closer until I couldn’t move much at all.
And then he got bossy with it. He held me on the spot and pumped his hips against me, rubbing into me rather than letting me do the work. He ducked his head to get his mouth on my neck and his breath came short and rough.
“Charlie,” he groaned against my skin, making me shiver. His fingers tightened on mine and his hips sped up. “Fuck. Uhn.”
“Kevin, I’m…I’m supposed to be…I wanted to stroke?—”
“Uh-huh,” he said. “Uh-huh. Want me to…fuck. Ah, fuck. That’s nice.” He broke off for a fast flurry of pumps.
I was getting worried about his arse at this point. He only had his thin jersey boxer briefs between him and the brickwork. The speed and vigour with which he was humping me was surely going to graze his bum.
“Kevin,” I protested.
He slowed but didn’t stop. Tipping his head against the bricks again he sighed and continued to thrust against me, closing his eyes. “Sorry,” he said. “Fuck, you turn me on so much.”
I tried not to preen. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to being wanted the way Kevin wanted me.
“Mhm,” he said, stroking my sides restlessly. “Get on, then. Do your thing.” His lips curled in a small smile when I pinched him for the order, but he kept his eyes closed. Kept moving, kept seeking the friction.
I eased away and put enough distance between us to flatten one hand on his hard abs while the other got on with business.
This, I’d got used to very quickly. Kevin and his raging libido meant I was more familiar with his dick by now than I was with mine.
When we first got together, he’d said that he didn’t expect me to match his drive, and that he’d be more than happy to have a quick wank while looking at me.
We had indeed done that a fair few times. More often than not, I’d ended up right where I was now, helping him out. Even if I wasn’t in the mood for an orgasm myself, I never passed up the opportunity to touch him.
I liked pleasing him. I enjoyed seeing what I did to him, how desperate he was for me.
Most of all, I enjoyed seeing his satisfaction and the way he glowed with happiness after.
He curled his hips even though I kept pressing against his abs in an effort to keep him flat, and he let out a constant stream of noise as I worked him. Moans, sighs, a rough laugh.
As he got closer to the end, his eyes opened and locked on my face in that unblinking way of his.
“Charlie,” he said, and came in my hand.
He was breathing in short, rough pants. My breathing wasn’t that much steadier. I rifled through his pockets for the wipes and cleaned us both up while he lounged there against the wall and watched me with half-lowered lids, smiling.
Once I’d finished cleaning us up, I tucked him into his boxers and worked his shorts up over his muscular thighs while he did absolutely nothing to help, just watched me.
“What about you?” he said, as soon as he was set to rights. He eased us around, stood me against the wall, and dropped to a crouch before me. “Still want to wait until we’re in the house, or have you changed your mind?”
“Oh,” I said quietly, grabbing for his broad shoulders.
Leaning in, he rubbed his face against my stomach and grinned up at me. “Yeah?”
Sod the wasps and the mice. I didn’t care. I touched his cheek. “Yes,” I said. “Please, Kevin, I?—”
“Oh,” came from the doorway. “Ohhhhhh. Sorry. Ignore me. I’m not here. I’ll come back. Carry on!”
I hunched over and nearly knocked Kevin onto his arse. He braced himself with a hand on the floor. “Oh my god,” I said, nearly knocked Kevin over again when I body-slammed his face in my struggle to get away from the wall and put some distance between us, and instead got flattened to it when he lunged up to standing and plastered himself against me.