What?My stomach lurched and my cheeks heated. “I thought you were going to make me scream?”
“Oh, I am. Not today. I changed my mind. I don’t want to make you get loud today. I want your other noises today.”
“I don’t?—”
“Ahhhhh,” he moaned softly. “Mmm. Yes, Kevin.” He broke off to pant lightly, lips parted and eyes fixed on mine. “Just. Like. That.”
“I sound nothing like that,” I told him crossly. Meanwhile, I told myself to keep it together andnotcome untouched just because Kevin was moaning at me.
“Uhhhhhh.Yes. Ohhhhhh, yeah.”
Holy shit.
I was very, very used to Kevin bellowing in my ear when he came. It was quite the ego boost.
This was…
He put his mouth on mine again and panted into it lightly. “Come on,” he whispered. “Let me hear them.”
I shook my head, dislodging his lips.
He grinned at me.
I leaned up and bit his chin, then gasped when he pushed up, turned me onto my stomach, and settled back on top.
After a moment he made a thoughtful sound and rearranged us onto our sides. He shoved a big arm under my head, straightened my legs, and said hotly in my ear, “Squeeze your thighs together.”
“Really?” He usually preferred them wide open.
“Yeah. Good.” He got a hand between us and fidgeted about around my arse.
He’d had me on my side a few times, hooking my top leg up and back. He’d also once tipped me flat and shoved one of my legs up practically to my armpit. I’d felt about as graceful and alluring as a lizard frozen mid-crawl halfway up a wall, but he’d been into it. Sex with Kevin was a flexibility workout and a half. But legs together? I didn’t?—
“Oh,” I gasped when he slid his shaft between my legs in a slow, sure glide.
He nudged my balls with the wet tip. “Squeeze,” he whispered.
I tentatively tightened my thighs.
He heaved a short laugh. “Tighter.”
“I don’t want to pop anything.”
“What are you gonna pop? My dick?”
“Yes.”
“Think I’ll be okay.” He slid his palm up and down the outside of my top leg, and gave it a gentle pat. “You haven’t got the muscle tone.”
I pushed myself up to an elbow and twisted around to glare at him. “Is now really the time to be critiquing my muscle tone?”
His cheeks were deep pink and his eyes gleamed at me. “You’ve got lovely thighs, Charlie.” He teased his fingertips down to my knee and back up. “Lean and tight.”
“I—thank you.”
“I want them wrapped around my head.”
My elbow gave out and I flopped to the mattress. “Maybe for your birthday,” I said weakly.
