Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Snippet no 2
This one's from the Dreaded Contemporary. It's a little glimpse of Kit from Ross's perspective.
Ross held her, and kept working his hips even as she sobbed into his shoulder. Just the tip of his little finger teased her arse, had lit up all the nerve-endings there so that her orgasm pulsed and pulsed. So many times he’d teased her. Told her he was going to fuck her there. Stick his nice hard cock into her voluptuous arse. The mere suggestion of it was enough to set her writhing.
Only who was he really tormenting—himself or her?
He got hard just imagining pressing his cock to her dark hole. Except, at this moment it wasn’t his cock that he was imagining filling her. No, in fantasyland he was right where he was, deep in her cunt, feeling the crazy flutter of her muscles squeezing his shaft.
Kit stood in the kitchen doorway, his eyes as black as tar, only a million times more luminous. His black hair fell in a jumbled shadow over his face, partially concealing his expression, but when Ross looked into his eyes, he saw the shape of things to come, and things as they’d once been. For a split second, he wondered if he’d been wrong to invite Kit to stay. Not that he’d ever been able to say no to him. As teenagers they’d done a hell of a lot of fucked up stuff, experimenting, pushing boundaries. He’d never managed to turn his back on Kit.
Kit had been there the first time he’d lain with a girl. Sharon, her name was. Older than him, already self-assured at the grand age of twenty-three. It hadn’t been pretty, just seedy really, looking back. Sandwiched together out the back of some nightclub, wedged between a drainpipe and a car exhaust. He’d felt like shit afterwards, but he’d stuck around, watched while Kit had her too.
Their gazes locked across the space of the living room.
Evie lay sated and lethargic in his arms, her head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, still crooning to herself.
‘Come,’ Kit whispered. One word, not even firmly spoken and his body leapt to do Kit’s bidding, just as it had always done. Breath ragged, Ross hid his face in Evie’s shoulder as his balls gave up their load.