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H e turned me around and kissed me hard, making me gasp and grab at him for balance as he walked me backwards until my legs hit the mattress.

Then he shifted his grip to hold my ribs, hefted me clean off the floor, and tossed me onto the bed.

The headboard fell off.

I closed my eyes. Shit.

“Okay,” I said. “Before you go running for a screwdriver, let me just say that I lost a bolt on moving day and it’s fine if I prop it up and don’t thrash around too much in the night, and I’m not a thrasher, so— ohhhhh .”

Kevin lay his body on top of mine, catching my chin and holding it as he sank his tongue into my mouth and kissed me quiet. He pulled back once he’d managed to get another moan out of me, and said intently, “Don’t care, I’ll fix it later.”

I gripped his shoulders and attempted to lever him away.

He watched me with amusement. He didn’t move an inch.

“Argh. No, Kevin, you don’t have to fix?—”

“I want to and I’m gonna, unless you tell me off about it for real. But right now, Charlie, please. Will you let me fuck you?”

I swallowed hard, gazing up into his face. “Yes?” I said.

He slid a knee between mine and used it to open my legs wider. He fitted himself in between them. “That sounded like a question, not an answer.” He touched a gentle fingertip to the space between my eyebrows and rubbed lightly at my frown. “Am I pressuring you? Yeah. I am, aren’t I? I can be a bit full-on. I want you so much, but I only want you to do stuff you’re ready for. I’m full-on, and I’m patient. I already said downstairs, I’m happy with cuddling. Or anything. I’ll take anything, Charlie. I just want you.”

I caught his wrist. “You can have me. “But…” I said reluctantly.

“Go on,” he said, stroking a soothing hand up and down my side.

I bit my lip and looked at the ceiling. “I’m not very experienced with all of this.”

“I know,” he said. “That’s cool. You don’t need to be. I’ve got it covered.”

“Right. I know you know. But you don’t know quite, uh. Quite how inexperienced I am. With this whole. Situation.” I looked at him.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed audibly, eyes widening. When I didn’t go on, he squeezed my ribs and nodded.

He looked way too excited.

I glared at him. “I’m a virgin, all right?” I snapped.

“Wow.”

“Yes.”

“Wow.”

“Thank you. This is helpful. Say it one more time, why don’t you?”

“ Wow .”

“Okay, you know what?” I tried to heave him off me. “It’s a load of crap anyway. It doesn’t mean anything?—”

“It means something to me, Charlie.”

“Well, I don’t care. I refuse to feel stup?—”

“I can’t believe I get to be your first! I am going to take your virginity so, so nicely. I can’t believe this. I’m so lucky.”

I blinked at him.

He was brimming with excitement and determination. “Now, I want you to lie back like a princess and let me do my thing. Yeah. Glare at me all you like.” He leaned up and kissed my frowning forehead. “Gets me hot.” He hitched his hips against mine. “You gonna let me do my thing?”

“Yes, but…”

He nodded encouragingly.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked, then crossly said, “Good grief, you don’t have to laugh quite so loudly.”

His laugh faded to that ridiculous giggle of his, and he cupped my cheek tenderly.

I turned into it without thinking, and immediately blushed.

“I haven’t been a virgin for a while,” he said.

“No, I know that. I meant have you…have you done…? Uh. Women. Obviously. But…? What about…?”

He waited patiently.

My cheeks began to throb. “Butt stuff,” I said. “Are you a butt virgin?”

“Oh. No, course not.”

He was stroking me restlessly now, pinning me with his considerable weight and running his hands up and down my sides. I didn’t know if he was aware he was doing it. My breathing picked up. “Really?”

“I know I’m not the brightest bulb, Charlie?—”

“That is not true, you’re?—”

He ducked down and kissed me quiet again, lips curving against mine. “Okay. I’m not dumping on myself here, but thank you. What I mean is, I don’t have, like, intellectual leanings or whatever. Like Adam. You know, he’s an architect and he’s good with his mental stuff and his calculations and he can design buildings. Skyscrapers and shit.”

“I don’t think Adam’s into skyscrapers. He’s way too environmentally conscious.”

“Yeah. But he can get those designs out of his big giant brain and put them onto paper with all the measurements and the physics and all that. Me, I can’t conjure it up from nothing. What I can do is, I can build shit. I know how things work in real life. I’m good with my hands. I’ve got a good physical sense.”

“Yes, you have,” I said stoutly. “You’re amazing.”

“Aw.” He rocked into me, making me catch my breath. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m fucking good at this. I’ve told you that before. I’m not bragging about it. It’s supposed to be reassuring . I know what I’m doing. I know how to make people feel good. In lots of ways. And yes, up to now that’s been women, but I’ve done my research, and while there are a few key differences—” he slipped a hand between us and held my balls gently, “—I’m good at figuring stuff out. You said you trust me. I want you to trust me with this, too, okay?” He kept his eyes on mine as he pushed his fingers back along the seam of my jeans between my cheeks. “Can you do that?” He stroked. “Do you think you can?”

My breaths sounded overly loud in the quiet of the bedroom. “Mm-hmm,” I said.

“Good,” he told me, and there was something weighted and different about the way he said it. “That’s good, Charlie. Full disclosure, I’ve only done it the once, but I’m not going to hurt you. That’s what you’re worried about, right?”

“No,” I said blankly. “You wouldn’t hurt me. No, I’ve never worried about that.”

Oh, his smile.

I looked away and squirmed with discomfort. “It was more of a heads-up. In case you were expecting me to smoothly introduce you to man-sex, I thought it would be best to let you know that we’re, uh. Walking this unknown path together.”

“Walking this unknown path,” he echoed, getting up on his knees and straddling me. “That’s poetic. Romantic.” Grabbing hold of my henley, he said, “Okay if I get you naked now?”

“Be my guest.”

“Thanks.” He yanked the henley up quickly, bit at my chest when it was over my face and made me yelp, and was there to nip at my mouth once he’d pulled it over my head. He tossed it over the side of the bed. He kissed his way down my neck and chest while I panted open-mouthed at the ceiling and patted his shoulders uselessly as he worked lower to yank at my waistband and free my cock.

He paused for a moment to stare at it with hot eyes. Taking hold of my hips, he flipped me onto my front and hauled my jeans the rest of the way down. I was still pushing myself to my forearms when he gave me a brisk spank on my arse and said, “There it is, my favourite little butt in the world.”

“Did you just spank me?” I demanded, my voice high.

“Little tap,” he said. “That okay? Can I give it a little smack now and then? I’ll keep it playful.”

“Yes.” I gripped the duvet and waited. When nothing happened, I lifted my arse in demand. “Give me an example.”

He swatted my cheek from below, making it bounce.

Hah.

It bounced . How flat could it be?

“Acceptable,” I said.

He huffed with amusement, then did it again, and then again, stopping to grab and squeeze.

While I hadn’t wasted a lot of time pondering the momentous occasion of losing my virginity, it was safe to say that I had not, even once, imagined it involving being spanked by a twenty-four-year-old sex demon.

“Do I get to touch your butt at all?” I said.

“As much as you like,” he said cheerfully. “Hang on. Let me get my kit off.”

He was naked in the time it took for me to roll onto my back and shuffle up to where the headboard was leaning drunkenly to one side.

Kevin climbed back onto the bed, crawled over me, and flopped on top. “Have a grope,” he said. “I’m gonna suck on your neck a bit.”

“No marks, though,” I reminded him.

“I remember. No marks, no problem.” He dropped a sweet kiss on the front of my throat before nibbling up the side of my neck.

I clutched at him and moaned.

He made a noise back, putting one hand on the bed and sliding the other under my neck. He moved over me subtly as he continued the gentle exploration.

I had some exploring of my own to do, I recalled, and touched his waist tentatively.

“Yeah,” he whispered into my neck. The skin was damp where he’d licked me, and his breathy word first heated it then cooled it. “Touch me wherever you like.”

All over.

I wanted to touch him all over.

I slid my hands slowly around to meet at the small of his back, then coasted them down to ride the curve of his round arse.

I mean…

If he was walking around with this thing all day long, no wonder he thought mine was flat.

His buttocks were hot and hard under my palms, the skin silky and taut. I pushed my hands all the way over the fullest part and held on, everything growing hazy as he started to rock into me.

“Charlie,” he whispered.

“Hmm?” I blinked up at him. He was watching me, and that look was back on his face. The intense, hard, focused one. I was getting used to seeing it aimed my way at this point. I liked it. I liked what it meant: I had his attention.

All of it.

“I’m gonna get my fingers in you now,” he told me.

My legs reflexively tried to snap closed. They couldn’t, of course, what with Kevin lying between them.

“Cool,” I said. “Yep.”

“Uh-huh.” He rocked back and up onto his knees. Keeping one hand firmly at the centre of my chest, he leaned over the side of the bed and swept around on the floor for his sweatpants. He rifled through the pockets and brought out a travel-sized tube of lubricant and a small box of condoms. He dropped them on the bed, dropped the sweatpants back on the floor, and dropped himself on top of me.

I wheezed.

He tilted his head and smiled a little. “Kiss me,” he said after a thoughtful pause.

I could do that.

I wrapped my arms around him and leaned up to reach his lips. He was propped on an elbow and tipped to one side, and I squeezed my eyes shut when I heard an unfamiliar little sound that was probably the?—

Something squelched.

That was definitely the lubricant.

I mashed my mouth against Kevin’s quickly. I hadn’t even had a poke around back there myself—if I couldn’t fully unpack my moving boxes for two years or even fix the fucking hole in my bathroom, I thought defensively, where the hell would I find the time to lounge around erotically exploring myself?

I realised that my kiss had turned aggressive when Kevin growled and pushed back. I went limp.

And that was when he stroked a firm hand down my side, around and under my thigh, and briskly poked my arsehole.

I snatched my mouth away from his and glared at him. “What was that?” I demanded.

He poked me again, with a little grin.

“Ahhh,” I said, and gripped his arm.

“Something wrong?”

I hissed in a breath and yanked at him, trying to dislodge his hand. “You’d better be messing with me, Kevin Wallis,” I snapped. “Because I don’t think that’s how you fing?—”

“I’m messing with you,” he said. “I just wanted to make sure I could see your pretty eyes when I do this.”

“I do not have pretty eyes,” I began, then caught my breath and our gazes locked as he moved his hand and stroked gently but with very definite intent over my hole. “Oh,” I said softly.

His lids dropped and he flexed his hand, stroking again. Insistent. No hesitation whatsoever.

“Uhn,” I said.

“Feel good?” He circled my hole, did it again using what felt like the pads of two fingers, then rested one finger on the bullseye and pushed a little.

“Mm-hmm,” I said.

“Yeah? You like that?” He rubbed. “Charlie?”

I’d closed my eyes, and at that I opened them and looked right into his.

The moment I did, he pushed inside.

“Pop,” he said.

I stared at him blankly for a moment, then laughed. “You dick,” I said, and smacked his shoulder.

He grinned at me. Sighing happily, he began to move his finger. “Thank you for letting me pop your cherry, Charlie. It means the world.”

“You know that popping things isn’t actually real, right?” I said, my hands opening and closing on his sides as he thrust gently.

“Probably know more about it than you do,” he said mildly.

“Point taken.” I shifted my hips restlessly and bent my knees to set my feet flat on the bed.

Kevin kissed me quickly and pushed back up to kneeling. He gripped my hips and dragged me onto his lap, giving my dick a casual, passing stroke, then slid his finger back inside. He was gentle but not tentative, thrusting firmly and working it about.

I stared down my body. I wasn’t sure how thrilled I was to be exposed like this—face up, legs spread, erection flopping about.

Kevin, on the other hand, was clearly entranced.

Which was weird .

It was weird.

People did this all the time, I knew that.

I didn’t.

Kevin frowned down at where he was working his hand and adjusted his angle this way and then that.

“What’s—ahhhhhhh.” Well, that was a new sensation. Did I like it?

Was I going to throw up?

“Oh, hey.” Kevin said, delighted. “There it is!” He rubbed at my prostate and I kneed him in the side. He laughed and did it again. I braced my feet and tried to scoot backwards off his lap but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Hhhhhhhnnnnn,” I said nonsensically as I flailed about.

“Knew you’d be a squirmer,” he said. “Stay right there. I’m coming back in with two.”

He withdrew, gave me about ten seconds to pant at the ceiling with tears in my eyes, then pushed two fingers in. I yelped and he made a sympathetic, soft cooing noise but did not stop. He took hold of my cock with his other hand, and holy shit.

Holy shit.

“Kevin!” I said. “Kevin!”

“Mm,” he said. “Keep saying my name. I like it.”

Excellent. I couldn’t have strung a sentence together to save my life. He was staring at my face as he fingered me with gentle ruthlessness and stroked my dick better than I’d ever managed.

“Kevin.”

“You gonna come for me, Charlie?”

I absolutely was. Any second now. I turned my face to the side, squeezing my eyes shut.

His hand on my dick sped up and he rolled his palm over the head even as he pulsed his fingers inside.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.”

I was panting and writhing on the bed, on his lap. Sensation crashed around in my pelvis. I didn’t know how to handle it. Kevin didn’t stop, and he didn’t stop saying things either, things like, “Yeah, that’s it, you’re so beautiful,” and, “Dreamed of this, Charlie. Dreamed of you,” and that made it even harder to process.

I shuddered and tensed, and he let go of my shaft to grasp my balls and tug them down, backing the orgasm off.

“What are you doing?” I wailed.

His face was flushed, the stripes of deep pink on his cheeks making his brown eyes stand out. “Getting you ready,” he said, his voice a little shaky.

I slapped his thigh. “I’m ready. I’m ready!”

“For my dick,” he said.

My eyes tracked down to his erection, which stood up hard and raring to go between his thick, muscled thighs.

It was about the same length as mine, so not a porn cock or anything, but he had some serious girth going for him there.

I was not ready.

“Maybe another finger?” I croaked.

“Yeah.” He applied more lubricant and went back to it.

He didn’t touch my cock again. He kept on teasing me and working me open. Twice he yanked on my balls to stop me from coming. I marvelled at him, I really did.

I was a panting, sweating mess. I couldn’t hold still. He’d called me a squirmer and he was right. I was scrambling all over the place. He kept chuckling and dragging me back where he wanted me, holding me down with arousing ease.

Not that I needed any more arousing.

Slowly, the mood shifted. Kevin’s playfulness faded and his intensity grew until I couldn’t manage to hold his gaze.

He didn’t bother to hide how much he liked it. His eyes were dark and focused on me, his pupils enormous as he watched for every single twitch and chased after it like a shot, wringing more and more out of me.

“For god’s sake,” I managed to gasp out. “Will you please fuck me? Please, Kevin?”

“Yeah.” He ducked down to kiss me fiercely, pulled back, and turned me over.

“What?” I said into the pillow. Then I said, “Eep,” when he grabbed my hips and lifted them, pulling me backwards and up onto my knees. I tried to push up to all fours and explain to him that I didn’t find this terribly romantic, but he settled a hand at the base of my neck and I softened with a hideous moan.

Meanwhile, he’d shoved himself right between my legs, and was back to fingering me again.

I twisted my head to the side before I suffocated, and whooped in a loud breath.

“All right?” he said. His voice was low and distracted.

“Yes, but—ahhhhh!”

He pulled his fingers out and pressed his dick where they had been. I clenched my buttocks and he snorted with amusement even as he pulsed against me.

“Kevin,” I said urgently. “Don’t just shove it in there!”

He planted a hand either side of my head and leaned over me. He didn’t rest his weight on me but I felt the heat and promise of it. Of him. He bit my ear and I twitched. “I know what I’m doing,” he said. “Trust me, remember?”

“Okay. Yes. Thought it was worth a quick reminder, though. Carry on.”

He was carrying on. He flexed his hips slowly, steadily, his cock nudging against my hole with insistent, intriguing pressure.

He stroked my sides. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes. But, uh…”

“What? What do you need?” He ran a hand over my ribs and slipped it around and under me, petting my stomach gently.

“Mm. Uhn. Can I…? On my back?”

“If you want. Easier this way first, though. I really want you to like this, Charlie.”

“Liking it so far.”

“Yeah, but I want you to let me do it to you again and again. A lot. I think I can do a better job this way to start. It’s your call.”

He was the only one in the room with any experience. It would be silly to ignore his opinion just because I preferred the idea of holding him while he fucked me. “Okay,” I said. ”Let’s do it like this.”

“I’m gonna make it so good for you.”

“It already is.” No need to be coy. He’d probably guessed from all the wailing and squirming that I was into it.

He made a dark sound of satisfaction, then rearranged himself behind me. He held my hips and held me steady while he pushed forwards.

After about ten seconds, he sighed and said, “Relax, Charlie.”

“Oh my god I am trying .”

“You are clenching.”

“I’m not clenching!”

“It has snapped tight.”

“For god’s sake.” I screwed my face up and concentrated. “How’s that?”

“Were you trying to tighten it up even more?”

“No!”

“Okay. Don’t worry about it.”

“I am worried about it.”

“Not a problem.”

“Of course it’s a problem, how can you get your dick up there if I ca- ahhhhhhh .”

The bastard skimmed his hands up to my ribs and tickled me. While I was busy laughing and writhing away from that, he squeezed the head of his cock in.

“I’m in!” he said triumphantly. Then, “ Uhn . Oh, fuck. Oh, that’s tight. That’s nice. Uhhhhhh.”

I shuffled about with discomfort. Wasn’t nice for me, at least not yet. Kevin seemed to enjoy the writhing even more, now that I was doing it on the end of his dick.

He ran a hand down my back and I arched into it. His touch was possessive and demanding. He pressed at the base of my spine in wordless encouragement to tip my arse up.

I did it jerkily, and we both sucked in a sharp breath when he slid a little further inside. Oh. Yes. That angle was better. I lifted my arse higher, and he let out a breathless little moan that raised the hairs on my arms. It was satisfied and greedy, all at once.

He pushed deeper, and deeper still. I panted and did my best to focus on opening to it. The noises he was making helped. They were dark and filthy, and I’d had no idea I was into erotic sounds before, but apparently I was. The more noise he made, the more I wanted to hear.

I felt my whole body unlock as I suddenly surrendered to it all.

To Kevin.

“Oh, Charlie,” he breathed, and slipped a hand up and around to hold my throat. “So good,” he leaned in to whisper in my ear. “You feel so good on my cock.” He flexed into me once, slowly. “Ahhhh,” he sighed. “How do you like it?”

“Mmm.”

“Yeah?” He was smiling. I couldn’t see his face, but I heard it in his voice. He rocked into me again. Slow and sweet. “How about now?”

“Yes.” I pushed back into him.

“Yeah? You like me in you?”

“Very pleasant.”

He thrust into me, a little quicker. “Pleasant, huh?”

“Very soothing.”

He hesitated, then laid his body down on top of me. “Soothing?” he murmured into my ear.

“Yes.”

“Are you being sassy with me, Charlie?”

I was.

He lifted his hips and reached down to wrap a hand around my thigh. “Let’s get these straightened out,” he said.

I awkwardly shuffled about beneath him and kicked my legs out straight. I was now completely facedown. I didn’t know what I was complaining about earlier, wanting to be on my back. This was overwhelming enough.

Eye contact, on top of all the body contact and the sensations? Nope.

Kevin knocked my legs together, set his knees outside mine, and tucked his arms along my ribs, gathering me completely beneath him. He gripped my chin and encouraged me to turn my head even more to the side, leaning over and down for an awkward kiss. He sucked hard on my bottom lip when he pulled back. “I’m going to fuck the hell outta you now, Charlie,” he said. “Okay?” Despite the statement, he withdrew and slid back inside, agonisingly slowly.

I was getting used to the peculiar feeling of it. I was also getting impatient to feel more. “Yes,” I said.

“You let me know if I’m going too hard.”

“Will do.”

“All right. You ready for this?”

I sighed with exasperation. “Kevin, can you please just?—”

He pulled back, and thrust into me. Not hard, but uncompromising. Demanding.

He did it again. And again. And again.

I lay there with my eyes wide, staring unseeingly at the opposite wall and panting. The first few thrusts, that was all I could manage as I struggled to process the sensation. It was…it was…it was like when he had his fingers in me, and similar to when he humped me against my cabinets, and similar to those earlier slow, gentle glides, but now it was everything, all at once.

His big, solid body was moving, and this was Kevin, the oversexed fitness freak, so he knew exactly how to use those muscles. He had grace and coordination and practice, and he worked over me with relentless power. His skin slipped against mine. The ridges and solid planes of him rubbed over me. He pushed his weight into me, bouncing me against the mattress, shocking little gasps and whines out of me.

He thrust faster, his pelvis smacking against my arse. As soon as I stopped reeling about it, I started to push back.

He grunted. “Yeah, Charlie,” he said. “Come on.”

I tried. There wasn’t a lot I could do, squashed under him as I was. I attempted to struggle up to my elbows. He laughed and pushed me back down. I squeezed my eyes shut and pressed my forehead into the pillow, arching my neck to give me room to breathe. I was doing an okay job of pushing my arse back onto him, but I never did have much rhythm and I kept losing it.

Kevin stopped, shoved an arm under my chest, and took me with him as he rolled onto his side. He hooked my thigh back and over his, and rocked into me.

I threw a hand behind me and clutched at his arse. “Oh my god,” I said at the feel of it pumping into me.

“Uhn,” he said back, his face tucked into my neck and his mouth on me. He grabbed a pec and squeezed it, then pinched my nipple.

“Ow.” I went to slap at his hand but he dragged it firmly down my chest and wrapped it around my cock before I made contact.

He slowed down to deep, languorous rolls of his hips.

My mouth dropped open and I stared down my body. His forearm cut across my hip and I watched the strong muscles in it flicker as he held his hand steady. I gripped his wrist.

“Mmm,” he said. He released my dick and caught my hand, then curled it around me and curled his on top. Then he stopped moving.

I bumped my hips back into him. “Kevin,” I complained.

“In a minute,” he said.

I writhed against him, trying to do the work since he’d decided it was time for a break. He moaned softly into my ear, which make me shudder and ramp up my efforts.

I loved it.

I loved the feeling of him behind me, big and hot and solid. And inside me. Also big and hot and solid.

“Does it feel good when you do that?” he said. “You like making yourself feel good on my cock?”

I bit my lip in concentration. Okay, I loved the feeling of it but I wasn’t fooling myself here. I wasn’t graceful with it. The way Kevin moved his hips, he made it look easy.

All of this was new, and I didn’t roll back sexily, taking him in and out of my body with alluring ease. I jerked and stuttered back then cranked forwards. But…

I smiled. I didn’t think Kevin minded.

He fidgeted behind me, kept kissing my neck and murmuring encouraging things, didn’t hold back from the grunts and growls that told me he was enjoying himself.

“Why did you stop?” I panted out. “Taking a break? Aren’t you supposed to be fit? I thought you were supposed to be fucking the hell out of me?”

“Yeah. And I thought I’d be able to do it without coming first, but no. You feel too good.”

“You can,” I said.

“No. I want to make you come first.”

“I don’t?—”

“Charlie,” he said on a moan, and sucked on my neck. “I already pinned you and came all over you once tonight.”

“You can…oh. Mmm. You can do that as much as you like.”

“Good to know. Still want to make you come first this time. Come on. Show me how you like it.”

“Uh,” I said when he let go of my hand and nudged into me.

“Show me,” he said again.

Feeling very much in the spotlight, I gave myself a few half-hearted tugs. Honestly, I’d never really given how I liked it all that much thought. I faltered and released my dick. Oh god.

Was I deflating?

“Got it.” Kevin brushed my hand aside and took over. “Soft and sweet.” He kissed my neck.

He set off. Soft and sweet. The stage fright that had wilted my enthusiasm for the proceedings vanished.

I stared down as he worked me. Absently, I rolled my hips into his, let him push them forwards, then rolled them back again. It was nice, but soft and sweet wasn’t cutting it. I wanted more. “Can you…?” I said, and hesitated.

“What?” He was amused about something, I could tell from the vibration in his voice, but it didn’t seem all that important right now.

“Tighter,” I said. “Can you hold me tighter?”

“No problem.” He firmed his grip.

“Ahhhh,” I said, my head falling back. “Um. Now faster. Faster . Kevin, do it faster.”

He obligingly sped up his strokes.

“Oh,” I said. “Yep. That’s…yes. Yes. Yes.” Holy shit he was good at this. I wasn’t surprised. He’d told me that he was always wanking, and it showed.

Time well spent, in my opinion.

His breathing was as rough as mine. “All right,” he said abruptly in my ear. “Enough playing around. I can’t hold off any more, and you’re going first.”

What did he mean, enough playing?—

“Ahhhhh. Oh. Oh. Uhn. Ke-Ke-vin. Kevin. What the…what…ah-ah-ahhhh.” He pulled the orgasm clean out of me.

He gave five hard pumps, bit my shoulder and thrust deep inside me at the same time, and I came all over his hand.

Sensation crashed over me, sucking me under as he worked me through it. I was vaguely aware of him quickly rolling me onto my stomach, and then he was off.

He held my hips steady as he thrust into me fast and hard and without mercy.

“Charlie,” he said. “ Charlie .” He came as loudly as he did in the kitchen and I lay there, smiling giddily, my ears ringing as he jerked into me with a soul-deep, drawn-out moan of satisfaction, and collapsed on top of me.