4. Chapter Four
Chapter Four
Xavier
W hen I adjusted and started the vibrations back up, I could have sworn Kegan moaned, but it was hard to hear over the sound of the people and the music. I lean in closer, catching a hint of his scent. Fuck, if he’s the guy, this will be awesome. And even if he’s not, I’m still gonna ask him to come to bed with me. The nerd vibe is really doing it for me tonight.
“Uh,” he stammers. “Yeah, my friend, Alex.” His words come out a little breathy. I press the button again, upping the power of the vibrations, and he lets out a keening sound. Fuck. Yes. Gotcha.
I suspected, when I was leaning against the wall, watching him shift back and forth, watching his hands flex and grip the edge of the couch. But he doesn’t know I’ve got him, and for now, he won’t. I want to see how long I can play with him.
“Yeah, I think I know Alex,” I force myself to say. I really don’t want to talk. I really want to push him back on the couch and rut against his tight little body until both of us explode. My cock throbs in agreement.
“Yeah, he’s… he’s uh, Oh God—” His words cut off as he shifts back and forth. His face is even more flushed now than it was before.
“You okay?” I ask, trying to play dumb and act like I don’t know what’s happening.
He nods. “Yeah, I’m alright.” I watch as he takes a couple of breaths, likely trying to calm himself down, but I don’t think it’s working because his body starts to tremble, and his hips raise off the couch.
I shut the plug off, and he slumps against the couch. “Holy fuck,” he murmurs under his breath.
Holy fuck is right. Goddamn, he looks so hot. Good enough to eat. Would it be wrong to make him come right here in the living room? Should I take him back into my bedroom with me?
“How much longer do you have?” I ask.
“I’m in my junior year. What about you?” I’ve got to give it to him. He’s trying really hard to act normal.
“Same,” I murmur. Fuck, I really want to kiss him. Would that be too forward? Ha. I’m 99.9% positive he’s got a butt plug I left in the bathroom in, and I’m worried that kissing might be too forward.
I press the button again, watching as he tenses, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before?”
He shakes his head. “No, I… the party thing is—” His voice cuts off on a low moan that has my cock leaking pre-cum, begging for me to touch it.
“Is?” I ask, trying to get him back on track and pretend I haven’t noticed his predicament.
“Yeah, it’s… fuck.” His voice is tight and desperate. I don’t even have a plug vibrating against my prostate, and I’m in danger of shooting in my jeans—just from the look on his face and the way he’s squirming around. “Parties aren’t my thing,” he finally gets out.
I lean in close to him, until my breath fans over his ear when I say, “That’s a shame. I thought I was throwing a pretty good one.”
His breath hitches, a whimper falling from his throat. “No, it’s… it is. Best party I’ve ever…” He trails off as his hips shift, a breathy moan slipping from his lips. “I’ve ever been to,” he finishes.
I sit back with a smirk, finger hovering over the button on the remote. I click it, upping the vibrations just a bit.
God, I’m so fucking hard. Watching him squirm and fight against it is melting my brain, and I need him to come. I need to watch him lose control. He’s done so well holding on. Hell, I’ve been playing with him and teasing him for what seems like forever now.
I hit the button again. He jerks and drops his hand to his lap. “Oh no,” he whimpers. “Oh, fuck.”