Page 51 of The Beautiful Mess

“And take the fun out of guessing?” Kerry extracted himself from Keegan’s hold long enough to fish the cards out from his nightstand. He held the cards over Keegan’s gorgeous face. One card granted him a ride on Kerry’s cock and the other a ride on his face. A total win-win situation.

Keegan grabbed the card on the left, which was the cock ride, and pumped his fist in the air. “Hell, yes!” He flung the card across the bed and reached for the other one, but Kerry pulled it out of his reach and flung it away too. “What’s it say?”

“It was a ticket to ride my face,” Kerry said.

Keegan’s eyes widened, like he was trying to figure out how that would work.

“I’d eat your ass while you use my face like a bicycle seat,” Kerry told him. “Or, you could blow me while I—”

“Yes,” Keegan said. “That’s the appetizer. We’ll get good and primed for me to sit on your dick.”

Kerry rolled to his back fast enough to make the room spin. He turned his head to look for Keegan when a scrumptious ass didn’t immediately settle over his face. “Second thoughts?”

“Well, I mean, do I just crawl up there and literally sit on your face? How will you breathe?”

Kerry crooked his finger. “Come over here, and I’ll show you.” He patted the mattress just above his shoulders. “Put your knees here and place your hands down by my knees.”

“Doggy style.”

“Yeah,” Kerry said. “You’ll lower your head to suck my dick while I raise mine to fuck you with my tongue.”

They’d experimented with rimming the other night, which was Kerry’s first attempt. Random hookups didn’t invite that kind of intimacy, but he didn’t want to leave anything unexplored with Keegan. He was going to make a feast of that sweet peach. Keegan got into position, putting his round ass in the air and his dick pointing due south. Kerry gripped Keegan’s cheeks and spread them apart, wasting no time before diving in. He licked, sucked, and teased Keegan’s pucker and felt confident about his command until firm lips wrapped around Kerry’s cock and sucked him into a hot, wet mouth. Keegan was tentative at first, keeping his suction light and his strokes shallow, but it was enough to throw Kerry off his rhythm. Keegan kept taking his dick deeper and deeper with every downward trip, and he might’ve levitated off the bed without his sexy tormentor holding him down.

Kerry doubled down on his efforts to drive Keegan just as wild, and he knew his shallow tongue fucking was working when warm, sticky precum dripped onto his bare chest. He drew his head away enough to see a trail of it leaking from Keegan’s cock. He wanted a taste of that sweet syrup and scooted down a little.

“Hey! Where are you…oh!” Keegan exclaimed when Kerry rolled his tongue around his cockhead and sucked the tip into his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Kerry growled. He repositioned his body so he could get more dick in his mouth. Keegan’s legs shook, and he pitched forward but caught himself before he fell.

“Your mouth is a weapon,” Keegan moaned. He gave himself over to the joy of Kerry’s mouth working up and down his length before he resumed blowing Kerry.

As with the axe throwing, they spurred each other on, knowing there would be no losers this round. Keegan pulled his mouth off Kerry’s dick, panting heavily as he climbed off Kerry’s body long enough to open the nightstand drawer and find Kerry’s supplies. He straddled Kerry’s thighs and opened the condom wrapper with his teeth. Keegan’s hands shook as he rolled the latex over Kerry’s erection before grabbing the lube.

“Give me,” Kerry said.

Keegan shook his head. “I’m primed to go off the second one of your thick fingers pushes inside.”

Kerry wanted to accept that challenge, but he saw the desperation in Keegan’s gaze and in his hectic motions. He rested his palms on Keegan’s quivering thighs and said, “Watching you open yourself up for me is no hardship. Spread your legs wide and give me a good show, baby.”

“Christ,” Keegan moaned. “Apparently, your voice is enough to make me come.” He gripped the base of his dick, closed his eyes, and cycled through a few breaths.

Kerry was dangling on the edge of the cliff, too, when Keegan slicked his dick with lube. “Option three,” he husked. “You come up here and fuck my face.”

Keegan’s pupils expanded until only a thin band of hazel showed. “But I want to feel you inside me.”

“Then you can sit on my dick if you won’t be too sensitive after coming.”

Keegan crawled up Kerry’s body and straddled his face again, this time with his dick lined up perfectly to Kerry’s mouth. “Open up.” He obliged, and Keegan pushed in slowly, not stopping until his balls brushed against Kerry’s beard. “Sexy bastard,” Keegan groaned as he gripped the headboard and fucked Kerry’s mouth.

Hearing his cries of ecstasy and watching Keegan chase his pleasure was almost enough to detonate Kerry’s orgasm. Keegan’s eyes closed, and his head tipped back as he lost himself in the moment. It was the sexiest thing Kerry had ever witnessed. Keegan’s body stiffened suddenly, and he looked stunned as the first splash of release shot down Kerry’s throat. “Oh shit.” Keegan pulled his dick free, and his release shot all over Kerry’s neck, beard, and mouth. “That happened so fast. I didn’t mean to come in your mouth.”

Kerry lifted his head and licked the dripping cum off Keegan’s fingers, sucking them into his mouth one at a time before swiping the remnants off his lips. “I just had my tongue in your ass. What’s a little jizz down my throat?” He gripped Keegan’s hips and scooted him down toward his eager dick. “You good for this?”

Keegan wrapped his fingers around the base of Kerry’s dick and lined it up to his hole. “Are you?” He sank down on Kerry’s erection and rode him for all he was worth. Kerry watched in awe as Keegan completely owned his body. Keegan placed a hand in the center of Kerry’s chest and rolled his hips back and forth, driving Kerry out of his ever-loving mind. He gripped Keegan’s hips when the pleasure reached a climax, then thrust his hips to go deep with his release. He resented the barriers between them and wished he could bathe Keegan’s channel with his spunk.

Keegan collapsed onto his chest in a warm, sweaty heap. “Best. Date. Ever.”

The setting sun bathed the vineyard and the rolling hills and mountains beyond it in a golden light that stole Keegan’s breath. “Utter perfection,” he whispered.

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