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A nd that was it. I was in a relationship with Kevin Wallis.

Kevin had decided that he fancied me, he loved my dog, he wanted to fix up my house and give me orgasms as often as possible, and when Kevin set his mind to something, it was a done deal.

Now, when he came into the shop every morning with Craig Henderson for his coffee and pastries, he leaned over the counter between us and kissed me before he sauntered off with his order.

If he had any downtime between jobs or a long enough lunch break, he swung by the newsagent’s and took Phil out for some air.

He dropped by the house as soon as he’d finished work and had been to the gym, and would have stayed over every night if I let him. I had just enough self-preservation left not to.

I knew that this couldn’t last. Of course it couldn’t. Over the years, I’d seen Kevin with his beautiful, vibrant girlfriends, with his loud, joyful gym bros and, on the rare occasion that Ray or Jasper managed to drag me out to the pub, with his equally loud and rambunctious mates. These were the people he spent his time with.

As far as I could tell, the only thing that I had in common with these people was that I, too, was a member of Homo sapiens .

Once he’d satisfied his curiosity about man-sex and/or had renovated my house to his satisfaction, this would obviously end, but I loved him and I’d treasure my time with him until the day he moved on.

I didn’t ask him what we were doing or where we were going. For once in my life, I decided, I wouldn’t plan. I simply went along with it.

Every night the following week after we slept together, he rang my doorbell.

Every night, I ran eagerly to open the door, and I let him walk me into the house with his hands on my arse and his tongue in my mouth. I didn’t let him rush me up the stairs when he gave it a go, but I was helpless to say no to being scooted into the sitting room, or to defiling the sofa with some intense grinding sessions and more than a few handjobs.

On Friday, he asked me to join him for a pint with his mates after the gym.

I declined. He might have awakened me sexually, but no force on earth could awaken me socially. After twelve hours straight at the coffee shop, the last thing I wanted was to hang out somewhere people were drinking and talking, where I’d be expected to join in.

Kevin wasn’t offended. As long as he ended the night with me, he said, he didn’t care.

He texted at ten to let me know he was on his way back from The Lion, and I got up to let Phil out and to put the front door off the latch. I settled back down with my Kindle, and when I heard him let himself in half an hour later, I had my now-Pavlovian response to his presence. I got hard.

I was sliding a snoozing Phil’s head gently off my lap and onto the sofa he was sprawled on when I sensed Kevin at the door and looked up.

His cheeks were pink and his eyes glittered in the low light. My stomach twisted with nervous anticipation. He didn’t move, just stood there and waited for me to tiptoe away from Phil and cross the room. He reached out and curled a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me in those last few inches. He kissed me, turned me, and manoeuvred me out into the hall. Without a word, he hustled me up the stairs and into my room.

Once he’d got me on the bed and wrangled me up to the pillows, he straddled me.

“Hi,” I said, rubbing the taut thighs either side of mine.

He grunted, reaching an arm behind him and hauling his t-shirt over his head. His hair stuck up and it would have looked comical if not for the heavy-lidded expression and the stern line to his lips that told me I was in for it.

“Did you have a good time at the pub?” I asked.

Nodding, he popped the button of his jeans. He grabbed hold of the hem of my t-shirt and shoved it up, bending down to bite at my chest.

I threaded my fingers through the side of his warm, thick hair.

He leaned up for a quick and filthy kiss on the lips before shuffling backwards and kissing his way down my chest, my stomach, and lower. My fingers in his hair spasmed.

“Uh,” I said. “Where are you going?”

“You know where I’m going.” He dragged my flannel pyjama bottoms down to my thighs. He swung off me, got my pjs all the way off and dropped them over the side of the bed on top of his t-shirt, then rearranged himself between my legs. He held my hips, rubbing my hipbones gently as he stared at my dick.

He stared at it a lot.

His gaze flicked up to mine as he slowly lowered his head. One hand slid in and over my stomach to grasp the base of my shaft. He ducked down and kissed the tip.

My hips popped up reflexively and he chuckled.

“Sorry,” I said.

He hummed and licked at the head then pulled back thoughtfully and stared some more. He gave me a couple of long, slow strokes with his fist.

Kevin really was a champion when it came to jerking a dick. It wasn’t a surprise, considering what he’d told me about his sex drive. He—and I—had both been delighted to see his skills translate from self-pleasuring to Charlie-pleasuring.

But we hadn’t done blow jobs.

Yet.

“Are we…?” I said weakly. “Are you sure you want to…?”

“Yep.” He rolled off the bed and stripped quickly out of his jeans and boxers. He went to climb back on and paused, eyeing my erection.

Ah. There was the hesitation I’d expected

“Eep,” I said when he leaned over me, grabbed my hips, and hauled me to the edge of the mattress. “What are you?—”

Kevin went to his knees on the carpet.

“Oh,” I said faintly.

He laughed and got himself comfortable. “You can put your hands in my hair,” he said. “Pull it if you like.”

I did as he said and gave a playful tug.

His eyelids dropped and he let out a slow breath through his nose, flexing his body between my legs. He took hold of me again in his big, hot hand, and then he took me into his hot, wet mouth, and he sucked.

I thrust without meaning to. He was waiting for it and he moved back before I rudely shoved myself down his throat. He drew off until just the head was inside, sealing his lips around it.

“Mmmm,” I said as he pushed down then dragged his mouth back up, sucking the whole way. “Did you—ohhhh. Did you watch—mmmmmmygod. Did you watch more porn or—ahhhhhh.”

He popped off. “So much,” he told me with a grin, and went back to it.

“Good,” I said, fingers restless in his hair, eyes bugging out of my head as I stared down at the sight of him moving over my lap. I didn’t blink. I didn’t want to miss a second. “Good. Oh, it’s so good.”

He popped off again. “And I asked Adam.” He sucked me in.

“Yeah,” I said. “Mm-hmm. Just like that, I—what?” My hips bucked at the hard suck he gave as he pulled off and angled my pelvis, tilting me up and turning his attention to my balls. I wobbled—my core muscles were for shit, seriously—and dropped back to my elbows.

“I asked Adam Blake for some tips and tricks,” Kevin said blithely, tonguing around before taking one ball between his lips, then into his mouth, then slowly releasing it.

My stomach muscles jumped and fluttered. “You didn’t.”

“Yeah, I did.” He wrapped his hands around the outsides of my thighs and lifted, tipping me even further up and widening my legs so he could really work his shoulders between them.

“Oh my god,” I moaned. Somewhere across town, Adam Blake knew that this was happening. “I’m never going to be able to look him in the face again.”

Kevin hummed against my taint and my knees snapped together.

“Ow,” he said, laughed, and cranked them back open.

“Why Adam?” I moaned at the ceiling, half in despair and half in delight as Kevin went back to working my dick.

Kevin took a quick break to say, “He’s gay.”

“You know other gay guys.” I panted at the ceiling then made an unmanly sound and attempted to curl into a ball when he pulled up in a long, hard suck, and flickered his tongue all over the head. “Jasper. L-liam. Ray . Ray would be perfect. Why didn’t you ask Ray?”

Kevin released my dick and leaned over me, bracing a bunched fist high at either side of my ribs. He looked down into my hot face. “Who’s likely to be the best out of that lot at knowing how to drive a guy out of his mind?”

“Yeah,” I said, covering my eyes. “Adam. Maybe Liam. But probably Adam.”

“Besides, I bumped into him on my way out of the pub and seized the moment. He gave me some good pointers.” Kevin stayed braced over me, eyes intent on my face, as he snaked a hand down to take hold of my shaft. He stroked me with slow, firm, pulls. His lips tipped up at one side when I caught my breath.

Kevin crawled back down my body and resumed what may have been the best first blow job ever performed. Every now and then he broke away to whisper things to me in a hoarse voice, saying that he loved it and he was going to do this all the time, and I was so sweet and sexy and he was going to come about it, Charlie, any minute now.

The heat and the sensation built and built. The clenching pressure in my groin, at the base of my spine, deep in my stomach…it all grew heavier and more insistent. Inescapable.

The bed began to shake as Kevin knocked into the mattress’ edge, stroking himself as he fixed his dark eyes on me and held my cock, licking at it with arousing and agile speed, and then it all exploded. I exploded.

My shoulders lifted clean off the bed with the force of it as I came harder than anyone ever had, ever, in the history of both people and of blow jobs.

My ears were still ringing lightly when I slowly began to regain awareness of myself and my surroundings. Kevin was lying on top of me, wedged between my thighs with his upper body braced off mine. He rested on his forearms, watching my face.

I swallowed hard.

Just like Kevin had.

He smiled at me, his full lips fuller than usual, swollen and damp. His smile grew as I stared back at him helplessly. “I’m good at that, aren’t I?” he said smugly.

“Ugh.”

“Aren’t I, Charlie?”

“You know you are.”

“I like a bit of positive reinforcement,” he hinted.

“Kevin. You were truly spectacular. No man has ever made me feel the way you do. I love every single thing you do to me. You—” I’d started off being sassy with it, but at his warm, knowing look I faltered, winding up with a feeble and horrifyingly revealing “—are the best thing that ever happened to me and I love y—it. I love it.”

He didn’t say anything.

A distraction was definitely in order. “Shall I suck you?” I said.

He grinned at me. “Later.”

“Why not now?”

“Came all over your duvet.”

My god. At the rate I was washing sheets, this month’s electricity bill was going to be double its usual amount.

I heaved a pretend sigh.

“Couldn’t help it,” he said cheerfully. “You get to wailing and panting like that, seriously, I’m gone. Sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“I don’t wail .”

“Ohhhhhhh!” he bellowed. “ Yes, Kevin! Suck me like that!”

I gave him an unimpressed look. He had no volume control to speak of.

“Hee hee,” he said, and flopped down on top of me, making me squawk. He rolled off to one side and shuffled about getting comfy on the pillows. He tucked me under his arm.

I allowed myself to snuggle up beside him, and got a friendly hand on my arse as a reward. He gave it a frisky squeeze and left his hand there, cupping possessively.

My pulse was finally beginning to slow when Kevin said, “Can I have a go at that wall tomorrow?”

“Yes,” I murmured.

Kevin could have a go at anything he liked, as far as I was concerned.

The next morning, he came to The Chipped Cup with me. He drank the latte I made him and was about to head off to the gym when his phone rang. He glanced down at it, still smiling. His face blanked.

Ah.

I’d bet good money it was Craig Henderson, once again trying to pimp him out after hours while Craig went off to practice his golf swing.

Kevin answered it. “Yep.” He stood there with a hand at the back of his neck, staring at the floor as he listened. “No,” he said. “No. Can’t do it. I’m busy this weekend.” He paused and listened again. “Monday. I can—fine. I said fine. Only if I can go over and do it right now because this afternoon is already booked.” He looked over at me. I offered a tentative smile. “Okay. I’ll take care of it.” He hung up without saying goodbye.

“Are things still—” I began.

“It’s okay,” Kevin said. “It’s just building some furniture. At this point, I can put an IKEA shelving unit up in under an hour.”

“Do you want to talk?—”

“Nope.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, not terribly pleased with how quickly he shut that down, especially considering he was more than happy to share his opinion on what needed fixing in my life. “I think maybe?—”

He grabbed me and kissed me. I was still reeling when the shop bell chimed and the door clicked shut behind him.

The way Craig treated Kevin was really getting on my nerves. The way Kevin treated me when I tried to talk to him about it got on my nerves, too, but I didn’t know what to do about that.

I did have some ideas about the Craig issue.

For instance, I’d be more than happy to take Craig aside for a quiet word, and explain to him fun things like contracted hours, the concept of overtime, and how if he wanted Kevin to be on-call for Chipping Fairford’s DIY needs then he had to negotiate for it, but…it wasn’t my place.

Going on the way Kevin shut me down whenever I tried to bring it up, I didn’t think he’d appreciate me poking my nose in.

Everyone knew that these days Kevin was the one who got the job done when it came to Henderson’s Handymen. He was polite, efficient, competent, and no one had a bad word to say about him. In fact, I suspected that he was getting busier and busier because anyone booking a one-man job asked for him, rather than for Craig.

It was clear that Craig needed Kevin far more than Kevin needed Craig.

If I was Kevin, I’d tell Craig to shove it, and go into business on my own.

I wished he would. I’d support him in setting it up, even though it would mean a lot of paperwork and managing accounts, and paperwork and managing accounts were hardly my favourite thing. Paperwork and managing accounts were, in fact, the main source of my stress. I didn’t relish the idea of doing it all for a second business.

I’d do it for Kevin, though.

I’d do anything for Kevin.