Chapter 6 We’re Pirates, Vincent #7
He grips my waist tighter and starts working me at a faster pace, until I’m finally able to move with him, finding a comfortable rhythm.
“Look at you,” he says, brushing the sweaty strands of hair from my face. “You’re so sexy when you’re riding my cock.” His hand trails down my chest, finding my dick. He tugs it a few times, while I bounce on him. “You know what I noticed?” he says, bouncing me harder, driving in deeper.
I’m panting, out of breath, not really able to have a conversation, while he’s pounding relentlessly into me. “What? Haah—what did you—notice?”
“Any time I start fucking you harder, your dick responds, it’s begging me to wreck you.”
I feel my dick jump. He isn’t wrong.
Sivan’s eyebrows raise. “See? You like it rough.”
Bringing my mouth near his earlobe, I whisper, “Then fuck me. Fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked anyone. I made you come with my mouth. Give me my reward. Make me come.”
Without warning, he slaps both sides of my ass and lifts me off him. “Bend over.”
Feeling immediately empty as soon as he pulls out, I shuffle over as told, leaning on my knees and elbows. This position makes me feel a bit embarrassed, but before I can decide whether to protest, I feel his warm hand in the middle of my back.
He forcefully grips one of my ass cheeks and slides his dick back inside. “Look how good you take me,” he groans. Squeezing my ass, he lets out a moan that’s low and deep. “Mmm—fuck you harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone—that’s what you said.”
“Yes. I want you to…”
Sivan’s hips draw back slowly, teasing me, he glides his dick in and out, while I press back against him. “You really want that?” he asks.
“Yyy—yes.” I’m quickly rewarded with hard, fierce thrusting.
My body is being jerked back and forth as Sivan pounds into me.
“Fuck, Sivan—yes—holy shit.” The sound of his balls smacking into me while I’m being absolutely torn apart is the filthiest symphony I’ve ever heard, and I fucking love it.
My balls tighten, as this animalistic fucking brings me closer to orgasm.
“Tell me, Vincent,” he says as his pace slows. “Is this what you wanted to happen? Did you want to be fucked by your best friend today?”
I nod my head, pushing harder against his cock.
He smacks my ass. “Yeah? Did you wake up this morning dreaming about this big cock inside of you?” he asks, slapping my ass again.
I had no idea I’d like being spanked, but the feeling sends a shockwave of pleasure straight to my dick. I’m gonna fucking come. “I did,” I murmur, pressing back against him, but he stops me, pulling back, not allowing me to take all of him.
“Greedy boy,” he says, sliding deeper inside, before drawing his hips draw back again. “You want all of it? Tell me. Tell me you want me to make you come, and I’ll give it to you.”
“I do. I want it.”
“Beg.”
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe out. “I—please. Please make me come, Sivan. I want all of it. I want all of you.”
He grinds in deep against my spot, and then it happens, he hits my prostate from just the right angle, and I come, I fucking come harder than I’ve ever come before. I’m clawing at the sheets as my cum shoots all over his bed. “Haah—haah—I’m coming—”
“There you go…mmm… Come for me, Vincent.”
I drop my face into the pillow. My voice is muffled against the cotton, “Holy shit, holy shit…Sivan…that was so much cum.”
Sivan is still ramming into me, each thrust deeper than the last. I’m basically choking on my own spit at this point, because I can’t catch my breath, or find a second to even swallow with the way he’s driving into me.
“Do you want me to come in you?” he asks, clenching the sides of my ass.
I mumble into the pillow, “Yes—do it, I want it.”
“I can’t hear you with your face in the pillow. Say you want it. Say you want me to come in your ass.”
My dick—which couldn’t begin to come again, after the absolute drenching of Sivan’s sheets—jumps. I can barely breathe, but I lift my head and get the words out. “Come—inside of me—I want you to come in my ass. Give it—to me—”
At those words, Sivan thrusts forward, gripping the sides of my ass tighter, and I feel his hot cum shooting inside of me. “Take it—take my cum.”
It’s been a few hours since Vincent fell asleep. His phone hasn’t stopped vibrating on my nightstand, but with his head on my chest and my arm locked around him, I don’t want to move to turn it off.
Someone sure is persistent. I have no idea if it’s Matteo or Harlow, but it wouldn’t be anyone else.
I run my fingers through his hair. He’s sleeping so soundly, I don’t think anything would wake him right now.
He needs to sleep; it’s been such a long day.
I still can’t fully understand how it’s possible that this person sleeping on my chest is the same person I’ve known my whole life.
How did one moment change everything? I mean, I’ve always wanted to care for him in the way that a best friend cares for the other, and we’ve always stood beside each other, but now I see him differently.
I don’t want to stand beside him—I want to stand in front of him and protect him, even if he doesn’t need my protection.
I haven’t been able to sleep, because thoughts of what could happen this week are driving me crazy.
We’ve been looking forward to being captains our whole lives—I couldn’t have ever imagined that the week of our captaincy promotions, we’d be lying in bed together, completely exhausted after mind-blowing sex with each other.
I also wouldn’t have expected that he would get fake engaged to someone, to try and protect me.
I just want to take him away from all this.
What am I going to do when we have to leave in a few days?
I can’t stand the thought of being apart again.
This is one of the reasons why I wish we could combine crews.
I have to come up with a strategy for all of this before the morning, but I’m so tired, and I’m not thinking clearly.
“Don’t worry,” I whisper, kissing his head, “we’ll figure a way out of this. ”