Blonde Ivory

24: Kasey Afolabi

Kasey Afolabi (Drummer of Blonde Ivory)

My finger traces along the lines of his collar bone. His mouth is slightly open as quiet moans slip out of it. His head is slightly leaning off the edge of the bed.

"I'll admit you've got a nice body." He smiles widely at my words and looks up at me.

"Thank you for the reluctant tone. I appreciate that." I laugh and lean down to gently peck his neck. His breath is shaky and uneasy. I lick up his throat and he laughs, pushing my head away.

"That tickles." He smiles, cupping my cheeks with both hands.

He pulls down for a light kiss that can hardly count as a kiss because we're smiling too widely. I giggle against him and stick my tongue directly into his mouth. He pulls back immediately and wipes his lip with a disdain look. I lean back down and kiss him roughly.

"You know what I've heard also tickles?" My lips vibrate against his lips. He kisses me gently and hums.

"Rimming." He pulls back in surprise and stares up at me with wide brown eyes and an awkward, half smile.

"Oh my god. I'm definitely not talking about rimming with you." He lets go of my face and falls slack against the bed aside from his hand tracing lines on my thighs.

I continue tracing the smooth skin along his body and find myself wondering why being hairless comes so easy to him and what moisturizer he uses. Obviously something designer. Like a Gucci body wash or a Prada exfoliate.

"Have you ever done it?" I ask. He puts one arm under his head and peers up at me with a smirk.

"Eating ass is my specialty." He laughs. I roll my eyes and lightly shove his shoulder. "Don't know why you would ask. You obviously know I have."

I narrow my eyes. "I don't know which bitch you think has been watching you rim people, but it definitely wasn't me. You've never done it in front of me." He begins chewing on his bottom lip deep in thought. I roll my eyes and lean down to kiss the tip of his nose. "Besides, you're a bottom. Surely you'd be the one getting rimmed, right?"

He shakes his head with a breathy laugh and pulls me down to his chest by my elbows. He kisses my hair.

"No, you selfish bastard. Rimming is like head. It's for everyone involved." I kiss his shoulder.

"Hmm. Are you sure?" I pester, "It seems like rimming is for the person getting their cheeks clapped." He pushes me up and kisses my lips again.

"Can we please change the subject? I'm uncomfortable talking about this with you." I shrug and bite his bottom lip in response.

He moans. "Why can't people use teeth when they give blowjobs?" He shakes his head.

"Because the dick is a sensitive organ, obviously. It's made up of nerves. It would hurt like a bitch." He visibly cringes as he answers.

"Yeah... But pain feels good sometimes, right?" I lie down flat on his body with my chin against his chest. He shakes his head immediately.

"Sometimes. Not in that particular case. It's not like getting your ass slapped or being choked. It's like actual pain. Not the naughty pain." He explains further.