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.
7
“All right, Phil, that’ll do. I think we’re good. Let’s go.” I gave Phil’s lead a gentle tug. In return, he gave me a reproachful look. “We’re going to see Ray,” I told him. “Don’t you want to see Ray?”
Phil pointedly finished sniffing the lamppost, decided that whoever had watered it before him had done a good enough job and no additions were necessary, and plodded over to join me. He misjudged the distance and bumped into my leg.
Had he done that last week, after Kevin had introduced me to the joys of intercrural sex and had proven that my muscle tone was, in fact, shit, I’d have crumpled to the pavement. Thankfully, my thighs had recovered. Although theywerestill sore, and I was going to ask Ray for any leg-strengthening yoga tips.
I didn’t love yoga, but the odds of me doing it were significantly higher than the odds of me adding another set or two of reps to my squat routine on the rare occasion I managed to talk myself into going to the gym.
We strolled on through the quiet Saturday morning streets of Chipping Fairford, Phil pausing now and then for a little sit, orif we came across another lamppost, postbox, or parked car that needed investigating.
It was a brisk ten-minute walk from my house to Ray’s. With Phil, it was a thirty to forty-minute exercise in patience.
He picked up speed the closer we got to Ray’s house. Dougal Hughes lived over the road, and Phil knew it.
Once, when Phil and I showed up to visit Ray, Dougal had been standing in his drive, waiting to be loaded into the back of Mrs Hughes’ car.
For some reason, that sweet old gentleman of a West Highland terrier hated my poor Phil with a passion. He always had. Every time he set eyes on Phil, he went berserk. That day was no different. Mrs Hughes had to all but rugby-tackle him before he could run over the road to kick Phil’s arse, while Phil had run up Ray’s drive so quickly, he’d nearly yanked my arm out of the socket.