Colin #4
“Keep going,” I said, demanding and pleading as I felt the pleasure curl up in my toes and up to my chest where my breathing sharpened and tried to cut off. I groaned against his mouth as I felt the first wave of pleasure shoot through me, making my cock pulse against his thrusts.
I was coating both our cocks, and I released my grip over my dick when I felt the screaming sense of overstimulation.
He no longer needed to worry about friction though; my cum was enough lubrication bowing me onto the table as he fucked into my hand with a growl.
Apparently he didn’t care that it was another man’s cum being used, or maybe it did matter even if he would deny it later.
I didn’t care that I had just got off, or that he might feel the pangs of regret and confusion after he fucked around with me…
again. I could feel his need in the way he thrust into my grip, the way his teeth scraped my bottom lip.
He wanted it; hell, he wanted a lot more, even if he didn’t want to admit it right then.
What mattered was the feel of his cock in my hand, the slickness my cum left behind, and the anticipation that one day, perhaps soon, I would feel his thick, heavy cock buried—
His breathing was hard, and he let out a snarl as he thrust, his shaft throbbing in my grip.
I gave a tiny whimper, desperate and earnest, before I felt the warmth of his cum spatter against my arm and dribble onto my hand.
I clamped my mouth harder over his, loving the way he ground against me, the way he couldn’t help but give into his desire as he came hard again.
He was left breathing like a wounded, angry bull as he pulled away, his eyes half-lidded and looking…confused. It was an odd mixture of fierce and vulnerable as he shoved himself back in his pants, clearly not caring that his cock wasn’t coated in just his load, but mine as well.
“Stupid, I know,” I said as I tucked myself away as well, hopping off the table. “But do us both a favor and don’t act like the second time was also a stupid mistake that shouldn’t happen again.”
“It shouldn’t,” he said, but I thought he was self-aware enough, or at least perceptive enough to hear that he couldn’t put enough force behind his words to make them believable.
“Sure,” I said, sliding back to my spot to drop into the seat. “Tell you what, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll be generous.”
He eyed me warily. “This feels…condescending.”
“Nah,” I said, waving him off before he could start feeling angry on his own behalf over an insult he’d created in his own head.
“It’s like this…if you never want to do shit like this again, then you just…
do your normal thing. But if you do, and in fact, if you want to take me up on my offer for something more… intimate.”
“Fucking you,” he said bluntly and then scowled when I grinned.
“That, yes,” I said lightly. “Then you invite me to your cabin. I mean, it works, right? You don’t typically invite people who aren’t Cait there, anyway. So if you invite me, privately of course, then I know what that means.”
“And if I don’t?” he asked, and I couldn’t tell from his tone if he hoped that day never came or if he hoped it would.
“Then you never have to worry about me successfully trying to seduce you again.”
“Successfully.”
“Yeah, successfully.”
“Idiot.”
“Yeah, I guess. But that’s the deal. All you need to do is agree that will be our way of agreeing. Deal?”
His mouth twisted. “Deal, but—”
He stopped as we felt and heard the air shift, and before we could question whether or not someone was actually coming into the room, I heard two familiar voices.
“No one gives a shit about a bit of rain coming this way.”
“It’s more than rain, and it’s more to share than boring someone about fungus.”
“Lichen is not…fuck off, alright? Your shit is possible, days, or even weeks of possible. That’s not the same thing as definable—”
“Definable? Please, your growths are little more than the chaos that comes with—”
“Chaos? From the man who stares at clouds.”
I smirked at the bickering twins. “Double trouble.”
“And coming for me,” Xander groaned.
“Funny, when we just came for each other,” I said lightly.
The look of outrage on his face couldn’t go anywhere as Mika and Reno walked in, looking irritated with each other. I smiled. “Boys, nice to see you. Come to be nerds?”
Reno looked offended, but Mika nodded. “Yes, I need to speak with—”
“Fuck off,” Reno told his brother, elbowing him out of the way. “No, I need to—”
“You both need to shut the fuck up,” Xander growled. “This had better be important.”
“That’s the thing about eggheads,” I told him. “It’s always important, but c’mon, Big Boss, they wouldn’t come to you if it wasn’t important.”
“Egghead?” Mika asked dryly.
“Ha! You do have an egg-shaped head,” Reno barked with a laugh.
“We’re identical,” Mika reminded him.
I snorted. “Though you might want to see them separately,” I said. “Eeny, meeny, miny, moe?”
“I am not playing a childish game to…” Xander began, but I was already up.
“Fine, talk to Reno first,” I said and gave Mika’s arm a squeeze. “C’mon, let’s go talk shit about our exes.”
“I…am absolutely not looking to gossip,” he protested.
I eyed him. “Mika, in this bastion of masculinity, this hell of heterosexuality, who else do you have to bitch about your poor choices in men with other than me?”
“Poor is a bit of a strong word.”
“Really? Because I know how to pick ’em wrong, you’re telling me you’re good at it?”
“Well—”
“Seriously?” Xander asked, and I was amused to see his annoyance.
“What can I say?” I shrugged. “I’m bad at picking men. Not so much for the bedroom; I’m usually pretty good there.”
“Are you?” Mika asked, and I bit back a laugh at the horror on Reno’s face. “Because I haven’t had much luck in that department, they tend to be—”
“No!” Reno cried, waving his hands frantically in front of his face. “No, no, no! Absolutely not! Go away! Talk about your sex life somewhere the fuck else! Absolutely not!”
I saw a moment of surprise on Xander’s face as he shot me a shrewd look. “Go, spare us your bullshit.”
“C’mon,” I told Mika. “I’ll give you a few pointers.”
“I hope this isn’t a bad pickup line,” Mika said, and I felt his eyes move over me. “You are, well, no.”
“Don’t worry,” I told him with a laugh. “I’m not hitting on you. I’m still holding out to turn your brother, so I don’t want to spoil the surprise of seeing one of you naked before the other.”
“Agh!” Reno cried, shaking his head. “Boss!”
“Out!” Xander barked, and I left with a laugh, dragging Mika behind me.
“You are slightly evil,” Mika commented, but his tone was almost admiring.
“You have no idea,” I said, thinking of what I’d dropped in Xander’s lap, leaving the ball completely in his court.
Now to see if he would serve the ball back or leave the game unfinished.