6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
Xavier
F uck, this is so hot. So much better than I imagined. I haven’t fucked him. I’ve barely even touched him, and I’m so much more turned on than I can remember being in a long time. I watch him walk toward the kitchen, his steps slow and measured. Every step has him pausing, and I’ve watched him have full body cold chills twice.
I palm my cock, looking around the room to see if anyone is watching—not that I really care if they are. The crowd has thinned some. I’m not sure if the party is simply winding down or if people are taking off to have sex. But there are a couple of people in the corner dancing, if you can call it that. It’s more grinding on each other and making out than anything else. I’m only mildly jealous. Not because I want to be dancing, but because I want nothing more than to be grinding like that. With one person in particular.
I turn the plug off. Not because I don’t want him to come. I do. But because it’s going to be a real shame to miss the show if I make him come in the kitchen where I can’t see him.
I stroke myself until I’m right on the edge, pulling back just before the point of no return. My boxers are a sopping fucking mess. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve gotta say, this party isn’t a bust after all.
Kegan walks back into the living room, his eyes zeroing in on me instantly. Fuck, he looks way too sexy like this. All fucking keyed up and desperate. I need to make him come. I need to see it.
He gets half-way to me, and I hit the button again. He stops moving so fast beer sloshes over the sides of the cups he’s holding. I can hear his soft moan from where I’m sitting. His dick is pressed against the front of his jeans, a wet spot forming. I don’t think he’s gotten off, but that he’s leaking so much that it’s showing through his jeans has my mouth going dry. Fuck me.
He takes a couple of steps toward the couch and pauses again, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his eyes rolling back.
I turn off the vibrations. I want him beside me when he comes. I want to see it up close, hear the hitch in his breath. Plus, this is a fun game, but I don’t actually want to humiliate him in a room full of people.
He sits down beside me and hands me the cup. He tips his back, downing it in a few gulps, his throat bobbing. I follow suit and down mine. “Wanna go to my room?” I ask, dragging a finger up the inside of his thigh.
He nods frantically. “Yeah. Yes.”
I stand, and he follows right behind me. I reach into my pocket halfway to my room, clicking the button again. He groans, and then I hear a thump. I turn to find him leaning against the wall, his hand rubbing his cock. My dick jerks, more pre-cum oozing from the tip. “Just a bit longer, yeah?” I rasp. “C’mon. My room’s right here.”
He whines low in his throat, but nods, dragging himself off the wall to follow me. I don’t turn the plug off. Truth be told, I’d like him to come as soon as humanly possible because I know there’s no way I’m gonna last much longer. We’ve been at this for at least an hour, and I’m fucking dying.
We step into my bedroom, and I shut the door, then pin him against it with a hand pressed against his chest.
He’s chanting, “Close,” over and over, his eyed closed, and lips wet like he’s been licking them. I turn the vibration up. He groans, hips rocking. My cock is so hard it hurts. The urge to get myself off is so strong that I’m finding it hard to even think. I need him to come. I need him to come now.