Page 70 of Gin & Sin

When his hand moves to the front of my neck, I get the sense that he’s about to wreck what’s left of me, and I’m right. Kit throws me back on the bed, finding his position between my legs before relentlessly slamming his hips into me. His cock grows impossibly thick, stretching me to my limits, but when he wraps his hand around my throbbing erection, I’m done for.

I scream his name as my body tenses and my orgasm rips through me. Cum spurts from me like a volcanic eruption, ropeafter sticky rope spilling around Kit’s hand and pooling on my stomach.

“Fuck, Stewart.” His voice shakes. “Oh, fuck, babe. I’m gonna come so hard.”

“Yes, please fill me up.”

Kit growls, tensing against me. His cock pulses inside me, massaging my prostate through his orgasm and leaving me a trembling mess. My eyes well with tears that are impossible to hold back, so I bury my face in the crook of Kit’s neck, inhaling the scent of his sweat and body wash and manliness.

I imagine his cum spreading through me, replacing every bit of bad or boring or mediocre sex I had before him. He wanted to ruin me for anyone else? Mission fucking accomplished. I’m more than ruined. I’m destroyed.

Kit’s not done with me though, as he kisses and sucks on my neck before moving down my body to suck marks onto my collarbone. His softening cock slips from inside me, and I flinch and moan at the loss. He continues his path down my body, sucking my dick into his mouth then proceeding to clean me up with his tongue, before dipping even lower and enthusiastically lapping at my hole.

“Kit. Fuck.”

He moans, sending vibrations through me. “I’m so fucking gone over you.”

I nod, vaguely aware of what he just said, but my brain hasn’t come back online yet. “Don’t clean me. I want your cum dripping out of me.”

“I know, gorgeous. I’m not gonna wipe it away.” He squeezes my cheeks, pulling them apart slightly. “Fucking beautiful. Your hole is pink and swollen and dripping with me.”

A whole-body shiver rattles through me. “Fuck.”

Kit moves up again, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close. He kisses me, his taste and my cum minglingtogether into a new, addictive flavor. He breaks the kiss, nuzzling his nose against my cheek.

“Thank you,” I whisper. “It was everything.”

TWENTY-FOUR

KIT

We’ve been lying togetherfor nearly an hour, our bodies itchy with dried cum and sticky from body heat, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing. Stewart’s body was made to be tucked up against mine. He’s been asleep for a little bit now, his soft breathing soothing me like a favorite song. I’d say it’s been a long time since I felt this way, but I think it’s actually been forever.

I want to talk to the guys about how I’m feeling, but I also kind of don’t. Maybe I’m afraid to face these strange new urges when it comes to the man in my arms. Or… maybe I need to face my real concern. Stewart is brand new to the whole dating men game. He wants to explore and I want to support him, but the thought of him meeting up with some loser who just wants a piece of ass makes my skin crawl.

I guess if I’m being honest with myself, I know the possibility of him meeting a great guy is out there too. The love of his life could be waiting for him. Someone who would treat him like the special guy he is. I should want that for him. He deserves it.

It’s just that I can’t imagine not having him in my bed ever again. No more sweet whimpers or surprising dirty talk. No more syrupy slow kisses as I unravel him inch by glorious inch.My chest tightens unpleasantly. It’s selfish of me to hoard him, but that truth does shit to change my mind.

Stewart stirs in my arm, rubbing his nose in the crevice of my pecs like a cat seeking scritches. I kiss the top of his head, holding him just a little closer, wondering if this would even be happening if it weren’t for nature’s intervention.

“What time is it?” he whispers, his voice muffled by my chest.

“I have no idea.”

“Mmm.” He stretches against me. “Good. This is freedom. Not tethered to a schedule and a clock. What a joy.”

“I agree. You want to get up and take a shower?”

“Noooo.” He cuddles closer to me, arousing interest in me again. “So cozy.”

“Me too.” I drag my fingers up and down his back in lazy circles. “I’ve never been snowed in with someone before.”

He groans, turning slightly so he’s facing up. “The last time I was snowed in it was with my ex-wife and it was awful. We were barely on speaking terms at that point. We basically stayed in separate rooms for the duration, and I distracted myself by grading assignments and semester planning.”

I squeeze the back of his neck. “This is better, I hope.”

Stewart smiles. “Miles better.”

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