Everyone seemed to be having a good time. Mom and Dad were on the patio talking with Tony and Fiona. Kip’s brother Deron and sister Maia were sprawled in front of the television, watching the originalAvengersmovie in Dolby Atmos surround sound, the explosions bassy enough to rattle the house.
I was in the kitchen, pulling appetizers out of the oven after Kip’s locust siblings had devoured the first batch.
Kip slipped his hands around my waist. “Brought you some juice,” he said, pressing his lips to my ear. “Hmm. You smell good.”
“Eau de pizza rolls,” I informed him, which earned me a chuckle. “I’m glad my mom brought casseroles. I’ll heat them soon so we can eat.”
“I can do that,” he protested.
“Nah, I’m good. You should go talk with the folks.”
His breath ghosted my ear. “Why? EverythingIwant is in here.” He cupped my ass, his thick finger pressing through my shorts, rubbing my hole.
I gasped and leaned against the counter. “What are you doing?”
His rough chuckle tickled. “Playing with my favorite toy.” Another pause. “What would you say if I yanked your shorts down and stuffed my cock in your ass?”
Holy shit.
“It’s yours,” I said with a groan. “Do what you want.”
Suddenly his hand was in my shorts, and his finger breached me. I jutted my back out, spreading my legs to give him unfettered access.
“Imagine me on my knees,” he whispered, “spreading your cheeks, running my tongue up your crack, drilling into your hole.” A wry chuckle reverberated through me. “This beard you love so much, brushing over it.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.
And then the bastard stopped. I meaneverything. He pulled his fingers out and washed his hands, whistling.
“Get your finger back in there,” I growled.
“Nope. We’ll pick this up later,” he promised, kissing my neck.
“You’resucha dick,” I ground out.
Kip laughed. “I have control of the dick you love, so you should be nice to me.”
Turnabout is fair play, right?
I smirked. “Absolutely.” I faced him, then grabbed the front of his pants and stroked his hard-on.
“Hey, no fair,” he whined, hunching into my fist.
The door opened and Deron strode in. “Hey, Mason? Are there anymore—whatareyou doing?”
Kip whirled away, his cheeks flaming. “Nothing. Go back to the other room.”
He snickered. “You two should get a room. God knows this place has enough to choose from.” Then he was gone.
Kip enfolded me in his arms. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I just wanted to tease you a bit.”
“It’s fine,” I promised. I cupped his cheek. “But later, after everyone is gone…”
“What?”
I grinned. “Can we try that tongue in my ass thing? Sounds hot.”
Kip gasped. “That’s fine talk from a prospective father.”
