Page 102 of Kiss-Fist
My cock perks up, eager, ready. Even after all these months, I’m not tired of it. Or him. It only gets more exciting and meaningful. Two nights ago, I fucked him while we watched a TV show in bed.
Today, I want him to take me, wearing that backward cap and the tool belt. I’ve prepared for it, and now it’s time to show him.
‘I have surprise for you,’ I tell him, and he spins me around, meeting my gaze.
‘What surprise.’
‘You have to find it.’
He bites his bottom lip in anticipation. ‘Where should I start?’
I pull my shirt off and wait for him to get a clue. He does, moving his hands up and down my chest, tweaking my nipples before sliding down my back. When he gets to my pants, he unbuttons them, leaning down to help me shuck them off. Him on his knees is glorious. Almost too much to handle. But I persevere like the saint I am.
His face nuzzles into my groin, and I groan at the sensation of being touched like that, of watching him go absolutely mad for my dick. His fingers slide against thewaistband of my boxers, and he tugs them down, pulling my cock into his mouth as soon as it makes an appearance.
I gasp, grabbing onto his face as he slides me down his throat. He’s so fucking good at this. Always so damn good. His eyes peer up and meet mine, his hands sliding around to cup my ass. And as he spreads my cheeks, he finds what I’ve done for him.
The plug has been nestled into my hole for the last half hour, tormenting me slightly every time I moved.
His eyes widen as he slips off me, his mouth parting.
‘I fuck you?’ he tells me, and I nod, letting him press against it once more. My hole flexes around the plug, and he grins, sucking me down once more. He continues to work my cock and my ass until I’m panting, and it’s only then that he pulls off and spins me around, my hands against the wall, my ass arched out.
He stands up, stepping behind me, and I see us in the mirror, the way he stares reverently down at my ass as he starts to pull the plug out.
I bite my lip as I contract around it, and when I’m empty, he replaces it with two fingers, finding my prostate and working me close to the edge. It’s only when I’m begging in words and signs at the same time that he lubes up his cock and stuffs it inside of me.
I feel his groan move through me, turning my head once more to watch as his hips slap against mine, that tool belt still on, his pants just inches below his cock. He looks so fucking hot right now, taking me against the wall, looking absolutely tasty.
He’s a goddamn afternoon snack.
His fingers tighten against me, and I grab onto my dick, stroking it with each forward thrust he gives. When he comes, I see it, watching as a tendon pulses in his neck, the way his head arches back as he fills me. The sight alone pushes me over the edge. My release spatters against my hand and the wall I’m pressed against.
He leans against me, his lips trailing up my spine, his cock still lodged in me.
‘Messy,’ he signs right against my chin.
I laugh, and he pulls out, his cum dripping from me as he takes in what we just did. He’s right. It is messy. I’m going to have to scrub it off the baseboards.
I turn around, and Thom pulls me into his chest, kissing me soundly. When we finally part, my lips are swollen.
‘Shower?’ he asks me, and I shake my head, feeling a blush move across me.
‘Not yet.’ I grab the plug and hand it to him, and his eyes widen as he realizes what I want.
He kisses me again as he works the plug back in my hole, and when he’s done, he stands back and grins.
‘Mine.’
I nod and then search for my clothes.
‘Yeah, you better put some clothes on. I forgot I invited Leaf over.’ I glance at him, and he shrugs. ‘He needs to get out of the house. The groundhog is really making him lose it.’
I’ve heard of this groundhog and the lengths Leaf has gone to rid himself of it. I’ve never actually met the guy, but I bet we have friends in common. That’s how it is. Everyone knows everyone somehow.
‘Okay, I’ll make sure I’m not naked and horny when he shows up.’ And I should probably take this plug out too, but I’ll do that later. ‘Should we order dinner?’
‘Yeah, he needs to eat.’
