“Holding you to that,” he said at once.
“Wait. I saidmaybe. 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.”