Chapter 53

Then Jo pulled back, ready to dive down for a third go, but Kevin stopped him. “I want you in me, now,” he said.

With a bemused smirk, Jo said, “If those pants will come off.”

“Oh, I’ll get them off,” Kevin assured him, wiggling his hips to work the jeans down his legs. As he did, he clarified, “I’m getting off.”

Jo stood and helped, though there wasn’t much room and they bumped into each other more often than not, but finally the jeans were far enough down Kevin’s thighs that the round globes of his smooth ass were visible. Squirting a liberal dollop of lube into his palm, Jo slid his hand between those luscious mounds and rubbed his way down Kevin’s crack. His fingers found the puckered center of Kevin’s ass, and he breached it easily—first his middle finger, then his forefinger, each rimming the tight bud gently, working it open, making it bloom, widening it.