3. Chapter Three
Chapter Three
Kegan
O h God. This is fucking torture. My cock is hard enough to pound nails, leaking like a faucet in my boxers. When the first zap of vibration came through, I thought all was well. That there would be a slow buildup, but then it started back up and went on and on. Pulsing and vibrating against my prostate for what had to be a solid five minutes.
I had to leave the kitchen. There were a couple of guys talking off to the side, and the ache in my cock was becoming unbearable. I was a little worried I was about to start moaning. But now, the vibrations have ended, thankfully, and I’m standing in the hallway, hand pressed to my crotch, trying like hell not to thrust into my hand and come.
When I feel like I can walk without coming all over myself, I head back into the living room. For the first time all night, the couch is empty, so I walk across the room and sit down, gasping when the motion causes the plug to shift inside me.
I grip the edge of the couch, trying to get myself to calm down, but it’s hard. Literally. Something about being hard and aching with all these people around is making it so much better. Or worse. Fuck, I don’t know. I know I need to come, and I know I need to not let on that I need to come.
The vibrating starts up again, and I tighten my hold on the couch, biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from making any sounds. I realize after a minute that I’m shifting back and forth, the head of my cock catching on my boxers with the movement. Sit still, Kegan. Quit moving.
I glance around the room, and there’s a guy staring at me. Oh fuck, I have to stop moving. I force my hips to still and cross my legs, trying to look nonchalant, trying to look like I’m not seconds away from blowing my load.
I lean back on the couch, placing my hand in my lap to cover the swell of my erection. Which doesn’t help. The second my hand presses against my cock, it twitches. The vibrations on my prostate are fucking maddening, and I can feel the pre-cum oozing from my slit. Glancing down at my lap, I remove my hand. Thankfully, you can’t see the wetness through my jeans, but you can definitely see the hard outline of my dick.
My cock starts to pulse and my toes curl in my shoes as heat floods my body. Oh fuck, I will not come in a room full of people. The vibrations cut off, and I sag back against the couch. Holy fuck, that was so close. My dick is still pulsing madly, my balls aching and full—tight to my body, my hole clenching around the plug.
“Hi, I’m Xavier.” The voice startles me and I lift my gaze to find the guy from the kitchen earlier, towering over me, full lips tilted up in a smirk.
“Kegan,” I say. Fuck, does my voice sound breathy, or is that just me?
“Can I sit?” he asks. I’m not sure I’m in the best position to answer, so I wave my hand around, gesturing to the empty spot beside me.
“Do you go to school here?” he asks.
“Yeah, I do. What about you?” He’s hot. So hot, but then again, I’m half delirious with the need to come. But even without that, he’s clearly attractive. Full lips, a sharp jawline, messy brown hair hanging over his eyes.
His lips are moving, but I can’t really focus on what he’s saying because I’m trying to resist the almost overwhelming urge to grab myself and stroke until I come. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. “I’m sorry, what?” I ask.
He chuckles, a deep, rumbly sound that makes my dick jerk. “I asked what your major was.”
“Oh. Engineering.”
“Ah, so a smart guy, then.”
Not feeling all that smart at the moment, if I’m being completely honest. Xavier—is that what he said his name was?—shifts on the couch, leaning in closer to me. I start to ask what he’s doing when the vibrating starts up again. Not a constant buzz like before, but a pulsing rhythm that makes a moan escape before I can stop it.
Oh fuck. “So, did you come here with a friend or something?” he asks, looking at me like he’s waiting for me to talk. Bold of him to assume I can. My stomach tightens, heat blasting through my body.