Under Lock and Key

43: Turning the Page

Kelly Rossi, September 1st, 1950, Salem, Oregon

5:45 am

"No."

"Yes."

"No, no."

"Yes. Yes."

"No?"

"Yes."

"Okay, okay."

I push Lee over again, shaking him, until I finally roll over on top of him, smothering his face with kisses. Biting his ear. Nibbling on his nose. Before opening his mouth with mine, and swiping his tongue. Leaning up, grinning.

"Ugh...oh...god. Morning breath. Dying. Dying." Lee pretends to retch, but at the same time he encloses me between his arms, his fingers digging through my hair into he reaches my scalp.

"Time for work, Mr. Clarke."

"Hmmm, let's do something else...we have time."

"Well, I don't really think..."

"We have time, Mr. Rossi." I guess he's not that bothered by my stinky mouth. Because he raises his eyebrows, an unspoken question.

"I'm not about to say no, if you really want to do that before you have a ten hour shift. Boys are going to know why you're walking a little funny. They've seen it all before."

He winces. "You're right. But we can still...." His hand slides between us, finding something else awake and raring to go.

"Okay, but you really are a tease, Lee."

"Tonight. I promise. This is good though, right?"

We lay on our sides, all reservations and conversations long fled, one hand in each other's hair, the other on each other down below. Lee grunting and then hissing and then gasping as I go slow, and then fast. Squeezing tight, feeling his firm flesh between my fingers, but relaxing as I moan, Lee's lips the base of my throat, his tongue flicking the skin there, sucking a little, but always careful not to leave a mark where anyone might see. Lee's hand is sure and steady, a metronome of push and pull. Stopping every few beats, when I'm getting close, to rub circles on the soft head, smearing the sticky liquid around and around.

"Lee....ugh.....Lee." I can't help panting. It's driving me crazy.

"Mmmm? What Kelly? What do you want? Tell me. Fast? Slow? Do you want me to lick it?"

Over the last few weeks, Lee's decided to experiment a little. With some dirty talking. I'd never have guessed he'd go for that. Even more sexy, every insane thing he said, uttered in a dry, bored tone of voice.

I hold on to my sanity by a shred.

"Do you want me to put it in my mouth? Do you want to fuck my throat, Kelly? Is that what you want? To stick your cock down my throat? " He licks my neck again. "Or...do you want me to do it to you? Is that what you want? Do you want to taste me? Kelly? Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

Whatever he imagines might happen next, it's too late, cause I push hard against his fist, and bite him for real on his neck as I erupt cum over his hand and onto his stomach pressed against mine.

With my teeth on his skin, Lee whimpers, my hand now a piston working his weeping dick, until he joins me, moaning through clenched teeth, holding onto his cries, not wanting to let me win.

Nothing can top a shower together, cleaning each other with our bare hands, kissing, our bodies slick and dripping with soap.

A repeat performance, and then we're getting dressed in our uniforms. A sit down breakfast of eggs and a bowl of blackberries we picked last weekend.