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14 - Rim Remixed

6:00pm 

“We have a problem,” he says as he smacks me on the ass, which jars me awake. I wipe the drool from the corner of my mouth (very sexy) and give him my best ‘what the fuck?’ look.

He continues, “I am not going to be able to walk right for days and you’re right as rain. It’s time we leveled the playing field.” He’s sitting astride my hips now and giving me a shit-eating grin if I’ve ever seen one.

“A, what the fuck are you doing up? B, our playing field has never been level so why start now?”

He smacks my hips and leans down to kiss me.

“You forget how young I am, I’m always up.” He laughs as he slides his tongue over my lips.

“Do I need to pull quotes from your ‘I’m sleepy’ cry baby routine from this morning? I might have a dozen years on your ass, but we know who wins in the stamina department time and time again.”

“Is that a challenge, Mr. Kinney?"

“Don’t call me that.” I try to sound pissed.

I push him off of me and roll over, pulling the covers up over my head as I go. I feel his warm hands find my back as he slides up next to me. His body melds into mine and for a minute I think he’s actually going to let me go back to sleep. His breathing gets even, tiny puffs of hot air hitting the back of my neck. I’m relaxed again, I’m just about to sleep again, and then his tongue starts dancing on my skin.

He swipes over my shoulder blades and then down my spine. He dips into the space between each vertebra and then he tickles the spaces between my ribs.

“Justin,” I warn, but it doesn’t sound threatening.

“Brian,” he purrs as his tongue drifts lower. I’m about to really protest when his tongue stops in the dip just above my ass where my tailbone starts to curl down and the skin is really sensitive. He stays there, taking tiny, slow licks. He’s waiting to see if I can resist him. He knows I can’t.

Bastard.

“I wanna rim you,” his whispers and I feel it in every inch of my body.

My legs drift apart. I feel like a whore. What am I talking about? I am a whore.

“So easy,” He says quietly as his tongue dips into my crack, making me shiver.

“Fuck you,” I mutter when his hot, wet little tongue finds my hole.

“Gonna make you scream,” he says with confidence just before he pushes into me. Jesus Christ the kid will be the death of me.

He starts and even in and out, setting a good pace, getting me worked up. He rolls my body until I’m face down, spreads my legs further, raises my hips a little, puts his tongue in deeper. He’s getting down to business. That’s always been his style. It’s why we’re so compatible. Our approach to sex is simple. Life is short, let’s get off. Deep, gut wrenching, skin tingling, soul-shaking orgasms are the goal. And Justin’s always known how to achieve his goals.

I start to hump the sheets, damp from our sweat-slicked skin rolling on them for nearly an entire day straight. The cotton is soft and warm and almost sticky beneath me, it makes not humping it nearly impossible.

He stills my hips with his hands, digging strong fingers into my sides that will make marks I will bitch about when I’ve forgotten how fucking amazing this feels.

“Justin, Justin, Justin,” I chant his name quietly, it gets lost in the pillow I’m nearly biting. I can feel his body shake, he loves it when I say his name.

His tongue works harder, faster. He wants me to come just like this. I’m clawing to get away from his tongue and thrusting back into it, wanting more, in nearly the same moment. I keep moving further up the bed and I have to reach out and press my hands flat to the wall so I don’t hit my head.

I try to grind my hips again, but his grip is too strong. I huff and puff in protest, wriggling underneath him. I’ve always had a thing about my ass, I don’t really give it up too easily. But when I do, I mean business. I want to get rimmed and fucked and I want to come so hard I see stars. Luckily Justin knows that and he’s happy to deliver. It might his birthday, but I know he gets off on this as much as I do.

My balls start to rise up, I hold my breath and concentrate on my orgasm as it rips through my body. I feel it travel from my gut out, stretching to the tips of my fingers and the ends of my toes. When I finally take in a deep, shuddering breath it comes to it’s climax. I roar through the end of it. Feels like I’m being swept away by the current. It feels a lot like drowning.

And then smack. I hit my fucking head on the wall, nearly knocking myself out. The room goes black for a minute.

Then I hear Justin, “Brian? Fuck! Are you okay?” I shake through a few strong aftershocks and I start rating the orgasm in my mind. It was good, great actually, the hardest I’ve come today. And I’ve already come a lot today.

“Brian?” He’s on top of me and in my face, his voice is high pitched and panicked.

I open my eyes, “Hey, it’s fine.” I grab his arm so he realizes I’m responding. He’s such a little queen.

“Fucker,” he smacks me and flings himself onto the bed beside me. “Thought you’d finally had a brain aneurism or something. You are getting old.”

I lay still for a minute, “You are so lucky that my limbs are dead weight right now, I would kick your ass.”

He chuckles, “Whatever. Tell me when your head stops throbbing, I feel like fucking you.”

6:30pm

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