Kiss Me, Liar - Chapter 129

This wasn’t exactly welcome from my end. Every time Keith grabbed my bottom and let go, my hole stretched, allowing a mix of our fluids to leak. When I thought about how my juices were drenching his groin, embarrassingly enough, it stimulated my lust. Shameless as it was, I couldn’t help but be aroused.

Thankfully, my front wasn’t dripping–there was probably nothing more to squeeze out. If there were, Keith’s abdomen would have been soiled with a puddle of my fluid.

“…Oh.” I got turned on from my dangerous thoughts. Keith rubbed my bottom slowly. I held my breath when he stroked my hole where I held him. I let out a ragged breath, but Keith continued to rub that area, rekindling my fire.

“Oh, haah… ah.” I climaxed as I shuddered. I didn’t c*m, but a similar–perhaps more intense–pleasure made my toes curl. Sitting on top of Keith, my body spasmed and twitched as I basked in the afterglow. I remembered too late that Keith didn’t give any answer to my confession, but I thought that it didn’t matter. I didn’t care at all.

* * *

“A picnic, you said?” I asked back in surprise.

“Yes,” the person on the other side of the line said. They carefully continued, “I asked a few people about their intention to attend, and they told me that they would consider it in a positive light. We would greatly appreciate it if Mr. Pittman could attend…”

The names of people the other person mentioned were ones that I recognized. A few were acquainted with Keith since university and members of the social circle he was in.

Keith’s social circle consisted of 10 people, including Keith. They were the same members of the club that Keith had joined in his freshman year of college and had maintained close relationships after graduation. Starting with their polo team, these 10 people created various other groups and seemed to enjoy their own little world within them.

‘It would have been nice if they had a polo tournament,’ I thought to myself before telling the other party on the line that I would relay the message and hung up. Headlines about a recent hurricane in a different state and the devastation it brought were plastered all over the papers and TV. Whatever article I read, it was about the same story. In times like these, people often threw fundraising parties or made donations, so this time as well, I was planning on donating a sum to a related organization on behalf of Keith. However, I didn’t expect there to be an outdoor event such as a picnic.

After knocking, I came into the office and relayed the message. I thought Keith would refuse, but he nodded. “Tell them I’ll attend.”

I was quite surprised at the unexpected reaction.

“Would you be all right? The guest list hasn’t yet been finalized…” I added that most invitees merely said they would consider it positively.

Keith smirked at me. “Why would I need to wait when the list is obvious?”

“…You don’t,” I replied after some hesitation. Thankfully, Keith let out a short chuckle as if he had tossed a light joke, which made me relieved internally. He gestured for me to come closer. My heart thumped. I rolled around with the other man in his bed all weekend–now, with the smallest gestures, I knew what he meant.

He wanted me right now.

I looked behind me. Keith wasn’t expecting anybody else, but I was still nervous.