8. Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
Xavier
“ W ho would have known it would be you? And all because you got dragged to a party you didn’t even want to come to,” I say, pressing on the plug, watching as his stretched hole contracts and flutters around it. Fuck, I want to bury my dick in his body.
I thought it would take me longer to rally, but it’s appearing that might not be the case. My cock is stiffening, his little sounds and choppy breaths turning me on quicker than I thought was possible, given how hard I just came not ten minutes ago.
I tug on the plug, watching in rapt fascination as it slips free of his body. His hole is slightly puffy and wet with lube. My cock twitches, thickening further at the sight. “Fuck,” I groan, slipping a finger into the tight heat of his body.
He moans, breathless, his hole clenching around my finger. “You want me to fuck you, nerdy?”
“You’re not calling me that,” he says, but it lacks heat.
“I think with how hard I made you come, I can call you whatever I want,” I say, smirking at him.
“Ugh. Whatever.” It’s impossible to miss the grin in his voice.
I pull my finger out. If I’m going to fuck him, he’s gonna need a few minutes of rest. I pull his jeans down the rest of the way before tugging them down past his feet and off his body. He sits up, pulling his shirt over his head, and tosses it to the floor.
He quirks an eyebrow at me. “You gonna get undressed?”
I’m not sure why I’m shocked by his forwardness. This man literally wore a butt plug for me, a literal stranger, but I really am a little shocked. He just seems so… pure. I almost feel bad for dirtying him up. I am happy to oblige, though, so I stand up and quickly undress.
The second I’m naked, I crawl on top of him and kiss him. Sliding my tongue into his mouth, I explore, catching the low moans he’s feeding me. His tongue comes out to tangle with mine as he slides his fingers into my hair and tugs on the strands, the slight sting on my scalp making heat flood my stomach.
I pull back enough to suck his lower lip into my mouth. He arches up with a gasp as I bite down before soothing it with my tongue. His grip tightens on my hair, hips rocking up, his half-hard cock brushing against mine.
Bracing myself over him with one hand, I slide my other behind his head, cupping his neck so I can move him the way I want him. He doesn’t fight me. He settles in, letting me take what I want.
I want to take everything.
We lose ourselves in our frantic kissing, more teeth and tongues and gasps and moans than anything else, our hard cocks sliding in a mind-numbing way until I almost can’t take it anymore.
“Jesus, just fuck me already,” he moans, clearly on the same page as me.
Also, don’t have to tell me twice. I climb off him, reaching into my bedside table to pull out a condom and lube. He shouldn’t need much in the way of prep, but I want to make sure there’s plenty of lube.
I lube my fingers up and push his legs back, before sliding two fingers inside him. His tight hole sucks them in immediately, and he arches up with a groan when I tap on his prostate.
“Don’t you dare try to edge me,” he groans. “You already had your fun. I played along, and it was fun, but if you don’t fuck m—” His words cut off as I tap his prostate again and suck his cock into my mouth.