Page 71 of A Small Town Spring

“I know what you need,” he says.“You need coffee, tea, toast.Your work.Luna.Ice cream!”

“Those are nice-to-haves,” I correct.“You’re my must-have, Kingston.”

“Fine, fine,” he says, apparently giving in to my stubbornness.“If you insist.”

“I do.”I kiss him again.“I insist upon loving you, the way you deserve to be loved, which is wholly, thoroughly, and often.”I put my hand on his now semi-hard dick and stroke it lightly.

“I think I fell in love with you the first time I saw you,” he says, shocking me into stillness.“Don’t stop.”

“Sorry.”I resume stroking, his cock thickening up in my hand.“What do you mean the first time you saw me?”

“I saw you and I knew my life would never be the same.Of course, you were with someone else and so I thought I was doomed to a life of pining for someone I could never have.”He rubs his chest over his heart, as if remembering how much that hurt.I straddle him, nestling my soft cock against his hard one, then press a kiss to his heart and put my ear to his chest, listening to the reassuringly regular thump.

“You have me now,” I say to his chest.

“I’m still getting used to it.”

I lift my head and look at the man I love, who loves me back.That’s what he said, isn’t it?That he fell in love with me the first time he saw me?“So, you love me, then?”

He crushes me to him, wrapping his strong arms around my body and holding me tight.“I love you,” he whispers fiercely into my ear.“I love you, Toby.And I don’t need anything else, either.”

I hug him back, tight, because he’s right—how lucky are we that we found each other—friends, lovers, and both in this up to our eyeballs.

“What about books?Champagne?Luna?”I tease, rocking my hips until I can feel his stiff length along my perineum and crack.

“All nice-to-haves,” he says, “like blow jobs and coffee.I can live without them.”

“But it’s good that you don’t have to,” I say.“Not as long as I’m around.”

He lifts an eyebrow at me.“Oh, yeah?”

“Because I’m going to give you a blow job and then make you coffee.Not vouching for the quality of either—I haven’t blown anyone since, like, six Taylor Swift albums ago, not counting the re-recordings.”

He laughs.“You make great coffee.And honestly, with a mouth like yours, I don’t think you’re capable of a bad blow job.”

I lick my lips deliberately, purse them, then ask faux innocently, “What do you mean, a mouth like mine?”

Kingston takes my bait and calls my bluff.His eyes gleam, and he taps my bottom lip with the tip of his index finger.“I mean the kind of mouth that makes me hard just by looking at it.The kind of mouth that should have my cock in it as often as possible.The kind of mouth that can make anyone do anything.Your mouth is a superpower, Toby.”He kisses me briefly, hard.“Now use it to blow me.”

I chuckle and lower myself down, settling happily over his cock.I really don’t have a lot of experience with this, but I’ve seen plenty of porn, if that counts for anything.I start by playing with the head, licking the foreskin, reveling in the musky salty-sweet flavor, loving Kingston’s taste, his smell.It’s masculine and good and makes my mouth water and my cock pay attention.

I take more of him in my mouth, the velvety weight sliding pleasantly against my tongue, then glance up and am gratified to see Kingston’s eyes trained on me like he can’t look away.I want to do right by him, and I sink down his shaft as far as I can before my gag reflex is activated by his glans hitting my gullet.

“Easy, easy,” he croons as I pull off and cough.“Don’t hurt yourself, honey.”

I glare at him.“I’m fine.”

“You are that,” he says, looking over my shoulder, gaze settling on my naked ass.I twitch it back and forth and he grins.“But don’t overdo it.”

I don’t respond, just go back to work, fitting him in my mouth, getting comfortable with the weight and stretch.I hollow out my cheeks and actually suck, and he makes a noise, so I do it again.Then I remember I have hands I can get in on the action.I wrap one around the base of his shaft, the other I use to play with his balls a little, the way I like it.In response, he starts slowly thrusting, keeping his movements shallow, while I alternate licking and sucking.

“That’s it,” he says, his hands moving to my hair.The sensation of his hands on my head, his cock filling up my mouth, is so fucking erotic I’d be happy to stay this way forever, safe and surrounded by Kingston.

Some amount of blissful time passes this way.When I start feeling the ache in my jaw, I glance up again.Kingston’s looking down at me with so much tenderness it makes me crave his mouth on mine, but I have a job to finish.

I take more of him, until I think I might choke, then open my mouth wider and start jacking him into the back of my throat.The wet squelch of my hand on his cock and the head of it landing repeatedly in the wet cavern of my hot, open mouth has my cock pulse with the need to be touched but I leave it alone as Kingston mutters a string of curse words followed by, “Hot, so hot.Your mouth, hottest thing I’ve ever seen.You want me to come in your hot little mouth?”

I moan enthusiastically in response, and Kingston tightens his hand in my hair.The other’s squeezing my shoulder like he’s trying to leave a bruise, and I want that more than anything.I want him to mark me, because he can, because we’re in this together and he’s entitled to whatever he wants.It’s so fucking hot the way he’s gripping me and the way my jaw aches and how badly I want to taste him.

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