Page 173 of Redemption Ridge Vol II

“Just wait until I’m through with you.”

Kerry almost asked what he had in mind but decided against it so they could arrive safely at his house. They chatted about random topics during the short drive, but the conversation ceased the moment he pulled into the driveway. Keegan was practically out the door before his truck came to a complete stop, and he sure as hell beat Kerry to the front porch. They kissed while he fumbled with his keys to unlock the front door. Their clothes started coming off as soon as they shut themselves inside the house. Keegan shivered hard when Kerry trailed kisses down his neck and gripped his bare ass with both hands.

“Cold?” Kerry asked.

“Horny. I don’t think I can make it upstairs.”

Kerry hoisted him into the air, and Keegan wrapped his legs around Kerry’s waist. “I got you.” He took the steps two at a time and hurried down the hall to his bedroom. He deposited Keegan in the center of the bed and followed him down, crawling between his spread thighs. “In order to get the cards, I have to let go of your body.” Kerry thrust forward, rubbing their erections together.

Keegan whimpered and dug his heels into Kerry’s ass to encourage more frotting and friction. “Just tell me what my options are.”

“And take the fun out of guessing?” Kerry extracted himself from Keegan’s hold long enough to fish the cards out from his nightstand. He held the cards over Keegan’s gorgeous face. One card granted him a ride on Kerry’s cock and the other a ride on his face. A total win-win situation.

Keegan grabbed the card on the left, which was the cock ride, and pumped his fist in the air. “Hell, yes!” He flung the card across the bed and reached for the other one, but Kerry pulled it out of his reach and flung it away too. “What’s it say?”

“It was a ticket to ride my face,” Kerry said.

Keegan’s eyes widened, like he was trying to figure out how that would work.

“I’d eat your ass while you use my face like a bicycle seat,” Kerry told him. “Or, you could blow me while I—”

“Yes,” Keegan said. “That’s the appetizer. We’ll get good and primed for me to sit on your dick.”

Kerry rolled to his back fast enough to make the room spin. He turned his head to look for Keegan when a scrumptious ass didn’t immediately settle over his face. “Second thoughts?”

“Well, I mean, do I just crawl up there and literally sit on your face? How will you breathe?”

Kerry crooked his finger. “Come over here, and I’ll show you.” He patted the mattress just above his shoulders. “Put your knees here and place your hands down by my knees.”

“Doggy style.”

“Yeah,” Kerry said. “You’ll lower your head to suck my dick while I raise mine to fuck you with my tongue.”

They’d experimented with rimming the other night, which was Kerry’s first attempt. Random hookups didn’t invite that kind of intimacy, but he didn’t want to leave anything unexplored with Keegan. He was going to make a feast of that sweet peach. Keegan got into position, putting his round ass in the air and his dick pointing due south. Kerry gripped Keegan’s cheeks and spread them apart, wasting no time before diving in. He licked, sucked, and teased Keegan’s pucker and felt confident about his command until firm lips wrapped around Kerry’s cock and sucked him into a hot, wet mouth. Keegan was tentative at first, keeping his suction light and his strokes shallow, but it was enough to throw Kerry off his rhythm. Keegan kept taking his dick deeper and deeper with every downward trip, and he might’ve levitated off the bed without his sexy tormentor holding him down.

Kerry doubled down on his efforts to drive Keegan just as wild, and he knew his shallow tongue fucking was working when warm, sticky precum dripped onto his bare chest. He drew his head away enough to see a trail of it leaking from Keegan’s cock. He wanted a taste of that sweet syrup and scooted down a little.

“Hey! Where are you…oh!” Keegan exclaimed when Kerry rolled his tongue around his cockhead and sucked the tip into his mouth.

“Fuck, you taste good,” Kerry growled. He repositioned his body so he could get more dick in his mouth. Keegan’s legs shook, and he pitched forward but caught himself before he fell.

“Your mouth is a weapon,” Keegan moaned. He gave himself over to the joy of Kerry’s mouth working up and down his length before he resumed blowing Kerry.

As with the axe throwing, they spurred each other on, knowing there would be no losers this round. Keegan pulled his mouth off Kerry’s dick, panting heavily as he climbed off Kerry’s body long enough to open the nightstand drawer and find Kerry’s supplies. He straddled Kerry’s thighs and opened the condom wrapper with his teeth. Keegan’s hands shook as he rolled the latex over Kerry’s erection before grabbing the lube.

“Give me,” Kerry said.

Keegan shook his head. “I’m primed to go off the second one of your thick fingers pushes inside.”

Kerry wanted to accept that challenge, but he saw the desperation in Keegan’s gaze and in his hectic motions. He rested his palms on Keegan’s quivering thighs and said, “Watching you open yourself up for me is no hardship. Spread your legs wide and give me a good show, baby.”

“Christ,” Keegan moaned. “Apparently, your voice is enough to make me come.” He gripped the base of his dick, closed his eyes, and cycled through a few breaths.

Kerry was dangling on the edge of the cliff, too, when Keegan slicked his dick with lube. “Option three,” he husked. “You come up here and fuck my face.”

Keegan’s pupils expanded until only a thin band of hazel showed. “But I want to feel you inside me.”

“Then you can sit on my dick if you won’t be too sensitive after coming.”