I opened my eyes to see Kevin looking deeply into my mine with a gentle smile on his lips. "Ready for some more?" he asked.
"Yes," I smiled, reaching up to hold his face in my hands. "Kiss me?"
"With pleasure," he said, his mouth covering mine, and his soft tongue sweeping deep within.
His body rested between my thighs, and I felt his erection pulse against me, hot and hard. I couldn't wait to feel it buried deep inside of me and I moaned. My hands played on his back and I couldn't help but compare him to Nick; where Nick was broad and sturdy, Kevin was lean and muscular. I ran my hands over his skin, kneading the tight muscles, and of their own volition my knees rose aside his hips to draw him closer. My body was still pulsing in the aftermath of my orgasm and I needed him. Now.
"Kevin," I murmured against his lips. "Please?"
"Now?" he mumbled. "Baby if I take you now, I won’t have time to do this…" God above, he kissed my neck, nibbling gently and then licking the same spot. "Or this…" he scooted down my body, once again grasping my breasts in his hands. I could feel my nipples tighten as he watched and then he chuckled. "I like it when they beg for my touch. Makes me wanta do this…" he grinned and darted forward, licking one before sucking it into his mouth.
"Ohgod" I moaned, tangling my fingers in his hair. I'm sure I hurt him, because he pried my fingers away and laced them with his own. He was good, very good, because all of this occurred and he never once lost his place. He took his own slow, sweet time, making love to me. With every lick, every tug of his teeth, I felt an answering pulse between my thighs and I knew that I was once again wet with desire. He must have sensed my desperation, because he tenderly kissed the valley between my breasts and moved further down my body. I giggled as he nipped at the skin over my ribs, and my giggle turned to a gasp as he rimmed my bellybutton with his tongue, dipping erotically inside.
His lips moved to the indentation at my hips and just before he settled himself between my thighs he whispered, "I have to taste you. Spread your legs, Bec."
Oh dear god, how could I not? I opened myself to him in complete abandonment, waiting for the first touch of his mouth. His lips grazed my thigh and sucked gently, and I knew that come morning I would bear the marks as a reminder of what we were sharing. I was close to begging for his touch when he gave me my wish. Slowly his fingers spread open my swollen folds and he lay perfectly still, his breath cooling my heat as he looked; he simply looked.
"Kevin?" I whispered, lifting my hips unashamedly toward him.
"Baby, this is so amazing." His deep voice held a touch of awe as explored me, running his fingers through the dripping heat at my center, just barely brushing the throbbing nub beneath my curls.
"Oh please," I begged, no longer in control, and lifted my hips in supplication once again. Kevin whispered something and somehow I found the strength to say, "What?"
Again, he said, just a little louder, "Watch this, Bec."
I raised my head and my eyes met his. With a feral smile, his eyes never leaving mine, he licked his lips and then, never losing eye contact, pressed his mouth to me, his long velvet tongue sweeping deep inside of me.
"Ohmygod!" I screamed and Kevin was forced to press my hips into the mattress. My fingers wove through his hair to hold him closer as he sucked at my sensitive flesh. Licking his way up my slit, he flicked his tongue against me, pressing two fingers inside to toy with my g-spot. His tongue swirled and his teeth nibbled and soon I began to float away. I was whimpering as my body shook from my approaching orgasm, and he began to hum in encouragement.
Stars exploded behind my eyes and an answering cry came from the chair where Nick was watching us. I wanted to look, I needed to look, but Kevin was rising above me, his long thick length driving into me and filling me beyond compare. Of their own volition, my ankles locked behind his back to pull him even deeper within me. He drove relentlessly into my body, hard and fast, and it was perfect. The only sounds in the room were our labored breaths and the sound of flesh against flesh.
"Yes," I sighed at last, the tingling beginning even yet again, and Kevin slipped his hands beneath my bottom, lifting me even closer as he swung his hips against me.
"That's it, baby, come on-"
"More," I panted, "just-" "Yeah, Bec …god, I'm there, too."
Kevin was practically sitting up, having rocked back on his knees, and as he pulled my hips against his I shattered, crying out his name. He came then as well, his fingers bruising my flesh as he held me still, his hot seed filling me as his cock pulsed deep with me. A hoarse cry left his lips as his body emptied itself, and in the aftermath he lay over me, still gently pulsing with the aftershocks. Soft kisses rained on my face as he swept his hand over my body, calming my tremors.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Nick leave the room, and I struggled to follow him. Kevin stopped me, kissing my mouth as he softened and slipped from my body with a rush of stickiness. I held him close to me, and jumped with a start as I felt a soft, warm cloth pressed between my legs. I glanced down to see Nick tending to me, and I sighed deeply with contentment.
"I'll be right back," he said quietly.
The door closed with a soft whoosh, and when I was certain Nick was gone, I pulled back to look at Kevin. "Did you-"
He smiled and nodded. "I'll get it on the way out, Nick should have it in a few days."
"Thank you," I smiled, almost shyly.
"It was most definitely my pleasure," he laughed, wrinkling his nose. "I should go, we have to leave early in the morning."
Kevin was dressed and on his way out as Nick came back in carrying a pitcher of cool water and a tray of glasses. "Kev?" he asked.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Nick." He pulled Nick in for a tight hug. "Happy birthday, man."
"Yeah, thanks, man. See ya…"
I held out my hand and Nick joined me, loving me well into the night and early morning.
*** Epilogue ***
The tour buses were far away from Tampa when a package was delivered to Nick's bus. In plain brown paper, the item inside was wrapped in colorful birthday paper, very masculine and football-themed.
Happy Birthday, Nick was all that the card said. As the bus rolled on into the night, Nick put the unmarked video into his VCR and pressed play. His eyes widened and a smile spread across his face as the feminine voice he knew so well spoke…
"This is only for tonight, for Nick. It won't ever happen again."
THE END
8-13-02