Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Summoning every bit of courage I had, I hopped up onto him, wound my legs around his waist, and covered his lips with mine. I squeezed his smooth flanks tightly between my thighs, grinding against his ripped abdominals without a care in the world.
At first, he barely responded. But when I forced my tongue between his lips, he groaned and grabbed onto my ass with one hand.
His mouth was the best thing I’d ever tasted, his lips soft and pliant against mine, taking everything I gave and giving it right back. We devoured each other, our hungry moans getting louder and more ferocious each time our lips parted and came back together.
Kage must have been as dizzy with lust as I was, because he did a little sideways hop, and when he reached out a hand to steady us, he mowed at least twenty boxes off the shelf. We broke the kiss, gasping against each other before looking down to assess the damage.
“Shit,” he said, holding back a laugh. “Guess we should pick those up.”
He slid me down his body, but even after my feet hit the floor, I couldn’t bring myself to break contact with him immediately. I buried my face in the side of his throat and breathed him in, panting like I’d just run a few miles. Then we separated and squatted to pick up the boxes that were scattered from one side of the aisle to the other. I was already giggling quietly to myself, but then I noticed that not all of the fallen boxes were condoms. There were also a few other interesting things in the mix.
I held up a package of his-and-her lube, one tingly and one hot. Kage came up with a tiny single-use vibrator, and I blew out a pent-up laugh.
“See if you’ve got any butt plugs over there,” Kage said with a straight face.
That did it. I rolled onto my back in a pile of sex condiments, pulling my knees up to my chest and giggling like a madman. A week’s worth of tension melted away as I laughed, surprising me, because I hadn’t thought I could feel that good again.
Apparently, seeing me lying on my back with my knees up tripped some switch in Kage, because he mounted me right there in the drugstore floor. He pressed up between my legs and rutted against me like he could break through our clothes and spear me. And my God, did I ever wish he could.
He had me so turned on, I didn’t even care that there were a couple of tiny box corners poking me in the back. I just did what came natural. I spread my legs wide for him and wound my legs right back around his waist where they’d been only a minute before. We were both hard by this time, and he slid his bulge deliberately against mine, making me ache and arch up into him. I’d never hated jeans as much as I did in that moment, because there were two pairs of them between us, preventing anything but the most indirect friction. I wanted full contact, needed to feel that intoxicating slow drag of skin on skin as our cocks rubbed against each other.
And then someone cleared their throat, loudly and deliberately, bringing our desperate grinding to a sudden halt.
Kage and I stared wide-eyed at each other as we came to our senses. Then we rolled quickly to our knees and tried to play it off like we’d just been picking up condoms, lubes and vibrators, a situation that was already embarrassing enough as it was. I’m sure our innocent act didn’t fool whoever it was standing at the end of the aisle watching us, but what else could we do?
Neither of us looked up at our observer while we worked, but it dawned on me for the first time that Kage, who was no longer entirely anonymous, had just been seen dry-humping another man in public. What if somebody recognized him? I reached up and flipped his hood onto his head, pulling it low enough to hide his face.
“Good call,” he mumbled.
By the time we finished picking up the items, the annoyed employee was gone. Kage grabbed the original box of condoms we had come in to buy for Jason, and we walked solemnly to the cash register at the front of the store.
The sour look on the face of the man who was ringing us up left no doubt as to his identity. He was the person who had caught us making out in the aisle floor. I tried not to laugh, but he was staring down his nose at me with an expression of utter disappointment, like Kage and I had just destroyed his faith in humanity.
I grabbed the condom box from Kage and stepped in front of him, setting it down on the counter, determined not to let the man think he had cowed us. I met his beady stare straight on and deliberately placed the box on the counter instead of his outstretched palm.