31. Seth
Seth
I’ve just made it out of the shower and put my pajama set on when there’s a knock on the door.
I quickly pull it off, put it in the closet, and throw on a pair of sweats as I hear another knock.
I forgo my tee and walk out of the bedroom.
There’s a third knock before I have time to get to the door.
What the hell is going on? Is it a neighbor? The cops? Did something happen?
I open the door. It’s not the cops. It’s a frowning Kaden.
“Are you being chased?” I ask, closing the door behind him.
“What took you so long?” he mutters.
I gesture at myself. “I was getting dressed.” Thank fuck I actually locked my door tonight.
He shakes his head, dragging a hand down his face and I walk past him to the living room.
“Why won’t you let me touch you?”
I turn around, looking at him. “What?”
“Whenever I put my hands on you, you swat me away. Why?”
“That’s not—”
“When we started this, you asked me if this was gonna be a one-way street,” he says, pointing at me.
“Yeah?” I shake my head, shrugging.
He throws his arms out, letting them fall to his sides. “Is that what you want? ‘Cause I was under the impression that you didn’t, and I thought we were in this together. And I’m not a fucking pillow princess, Seth.”
“I—”
“Is it about dominance? Control?”
I stop dead. What am I supposed to say? Yes? Yes, I’m a control freak and I can’t let my guard down around you? Yes, I’m scared I’ll open up to you if you touch me with your magical hands?
I shake my head, glancing down, scratching my eyebrow. Then I walk over to the couch, drop down, and spread my legs wide.
“I don’t mind,” I shrug.
“I do!”
“Why?”
He shakes his head, looking at me like I’m crazy. “Because I want to make you feel good, too.”
Yeah, no, that doesn’t turn me on at all. Fuuuck!
I scoff. “You don’t think I’m enjoying myself? Are you insane? Have you not seen the fucking buckets of cum—”
“Are you worried I’ll be bad at it?” he asks, pushing his head forward. As if he could be bad at anything, let alone touching me. Absurd.
“Or do you actually not want me to touch you?”
It’s a little more nuanced than that, Kadey-babe. I want it, but I can’t have it. Because I’m scared.
I clear my throat. “That’s not—”
“Then what?”
I’m losing this battle. I can feel it slipping through my fingers. I’ve got nothing.
“You wanna make me feel good?”
“Yeah,” he says without a beat.
“Okay. You wanna suck my dick?” I gesture at my lap, shooting him a challenging look.
He hesitates, glancing down at my crotch, biting his lip.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” I nod, dropping my shoulders and exhale. Thinking I’m in the clear, that he’s never going to do it, and then my jaw drops open as he purposefully walks over, drops to his knees, and puts his hands on my thighs.
“Kade,” I say, shaking my head. “You don’t have to—”
“Tell me what you like?” he says, licking his lips. Anything. Everything. He could probably kick me in the nuts, and I’d have begged for more. And I’m not even into pain.
My nod is shaky, and I swallow but my throat’s all dry. My pulse’s going a mile a minute, and I wish I could lock this moment in memory.
Kaden on his knees before me.
He hooks his fingers inside my sweats, and I lift my hips to help him pull them down. My dick’s already hard from the sight of him on his knees and he wraps a warm, and slightly calloused hand around it, making me gasp.
“Tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” he mumbles.
“Okay, just—” I choke on air when he drops his head and licks the tip. He flattens his tongue, licking all the way to the base, and up, before he looks me in the eye, and wraps his lips around me. My hips jerk and I gasp when he slowly starts bobbing his head up and down.
“Oh, fuck! Holy shit!” I exhale, trying to keep still, to not choke him. He starts working his hand at the same time and I fucking whimper.
I don’t know what to do with my hands. I want to grab hold of his head, and thrust down his throat because it feels so fucking good, but I don’t want to traumatize him, or scare him off.
But then he uses his other hand to roll my balls between his fingers and I grab his hair, accidentally tugging it.
I quickly let go, mumbling something I hope sounds like “Sorry,” but he grabs hold of my hand, places it back to his head, and picks up the pace.
Hollowing his cheeks as he sucks me down, working his hand like he knows exactly what I like.
He must be lying. This can’t be the first time he’s sucking a dick.
It’s too good. And I hate that thought. I don’t want to think about him with anyone else but me.
But how do I know he’s not been with someone else?
Maybe he’s been off practicing blowjobs with some other dude?
But I squash that thought because he’s here now and—
“I’m close,” I moan, loud enough to be embarrassing but too feral to care. But he doesn’t stop and I can’t take my eyes off him. My thighs are shaking and I feel like I’m coming apart.
“Kade, I’m gonna come,” I whimper, trying to pull back but I’m on stuck between the couch and him. He makes a sound from the back of his throat, hooking his arm around my thigh and pulling me closer.
“Kade! Fuck, fuck, fuuuck—” My voice breaks on a loud moan as I shoot my load down Kaden’s throat and he takes it all.
My vision blacks out, and I’m breathing so hard I barely register the sound of his belt buckle, and then Kaden straddles me, his dick in his hand, jerking it.
He bends down and kisses me hard. Biting my bottom lip, thrusting his tongue inside as he moans into my mouth.
I can taste myself on his tongue and it’s driving me fucking wild.
I grab his ass, pulling him closer, and his dick bumps against my stomach with every stroke.
He rests his forehead on mine, his panting breaths hitting my skin, and groans as he falls over the edge and paints my stomach with his cum.
And if I hadn’t just come myself, I’d have done it just now. Holy shit!
He slumps against me, his face against my neck. Breathing hard for a while before he takes a deep breath.
“Marking territory?” I chuckle, dragging a finger through the mess on my abs.
His laugh is choppy. “Yeah.” He pulls back, grinning and looks me straight in the eyes as he says, “You’re mine now.”
And I know he doesn’t mean it, but my weak heart heard that and somersaults, and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face even if I tried.
Fuck. My. Life.