7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Kegan
I expect Xavier to turn the plug off again—repeat the teasing, mind-blowing, soul-stealing madness that he’s been putting me through. To my surprise, though, the vibrations tick up again, pounding and pulsing against my prostate. There’s so much pre-cum soaking my boxers that if I didn’t know any better, I’d think I already came. “Come for me, yeah? Right here in your jeans,” he rasps and oh God. His fucking voice.
My cock throbs and then I’m coming. “Oh God. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as cum shoots from my cock, my entire body on fire and exploding with mind-numbing pleasure.
I barely even have time to react before Xavier is on me, his mouth crashing onto mine and his hard cock rubbing against mine through our jeans. “So hot, Kegan,” he moans into my mouth as he ruts against me. The added friction of his cock on mine sends me spiraling, cum soaking my boxers and seeping through my jeans. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he grunts, plunging his tongue into my mouth.
I try to kiss him back, but I’m panting so hard that I’m having a hard time. So I drop my hands to his ass and pull him in tighter against me, rubbing my overstimulated cock on his as I ride out the final waves of pleasure.
Within seconds, it’s over. The plug is still vibrating against my battered prostate, to the point that it almost hurts. “The plug,” I groan.
“Oh, fuck.”
The vibrations cut off and I sag in relief. His hips pinned against me are the only thing holding me upright. “I can’t believe I did that,” I mumble.
“God, me neither. It was so hot, though. Watching you squirm. Watching you try to fight it. Fuck, let’s get married, you sexy little nerdy boy.”
I laugh. I can’t help it. “I’d be okay with dinner. Or, you know, more sex. Marriage might be pushing it, so early on.”
“Okay, fine. No marriage. Yet. More sex, though? Yeah, I could be down for that. Give me twenty.”
I grin, completely wrung out, body still tingling and riding the high of that fucking orgasm. I’ve never come that hard in my entire life. He steps away from me and climbs into his bed, patting the spot next to him.
“Are you serious about more sex in twenty?” I ask, kicking off my shoes before heading over to sit next to him.
He shrugs. “If you’re down.”
“I’ve gotta get this plug out of my ass, honestly. Or I’m gonna be too sore to even think about sex.”
“Damn, I can’t believe you really put it in.”
I laugh. “Yeah, I looked at it like three times before I finally did it. You about caught me on the second trip.”
“Yeah, I know. I wouldn’t have realized it was you as quickly as I did if we hadn’t passed in the hall, honestly. Let’s get the plug out, though, yeah? Lie down.”
Why was doing all… that somehow less exposing than getting undressed and letting him take this plug out? I lean back on the bed anyway, gesturing toward my jeans.
He unbuttons and unzips them quickly, tugging them down past my hips. He lifts my legs and I feel heat flood my face as he pushes on the plug tucked snugly against my hole. “Fuck,” he murmurs. “This is actually so hot.”
“Yeah,” I breathe, my cock twitching. Between the way I can feel his eyes on me and the way he’s gently working the plug in and out of me in small increments, I may be on the let’s have sex train sooner rather than later.
“I had thought my idea was a bust. I was on my way to put everything under the sink when I saw it was open and missing.” The way he’s pushing the plug in and out, dragging it along my prostate, is making it hard to speak, so I don’t.