54. Seth
Seth
We’re a little buzzed when we stumble into my apartment.
Laughing and kissing while throwing our clothes off as we make our way into my bedroom.
There’re hands and lips everywhere. Someone finds the lube and Kaden works me open in lightning speed, and it’s still not fast enough.
I’m panting on all fours, and basically begging him to fuck me, when he finally rips the condom out and pushes inside.
“Fuuuck,” he moans behind me. “You feel so good.”
“Uno reverse.”
His hips stutter as he stops and starts laughing. “Dude, you can’t say that now.”
“Don’t call me dude when you’re eight inches deep in me.”
“Don’t fucking insult me when I’m nine inches deep. Dude!”
“Fuck you,” I laugh. “Don’t call me dude either way.”
He starts up again, going torturously slow. “What do you want me to call you then? Boyfriend? Baby?” He chuckles.
Yes, please. “How about ‘hottest guy you’ve ever fucked’?”
“You’re the only guy I’ve ever fucked.”
“Exactly, so I win by walk-over.”
“Stop laughing!” he groans on a chuckle, and then I feel a sting on my right cheek.
I gasp. “Did you just spank me?”
“Had to shut you up somehow. You’re squeezing me to death.”
“Then stop fucking around and fuck me!”
He pulls out, flips me around and pushes back in, drawing out loud moans from me as he starts fucking me so hard, my head’s banging against the headboard.
“You’ve been holding out on me.”
“Didn’t know if you could take it.”
“Oh, I can take it, Kadey-babe,” I chuckle.
“You sure about that, baby?”
That word alone makes an unintentional moan slip out of me and I shudder.
“You like that?” he whispers, grazing his lips over my earlobe. “You like it when I call you baby?”
“Oh, fuck!” My eyes roll back in my head and my toes curl. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him even closer.
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
I moan again, louder this time, teetering so damn close to the edge. He huffs a laugh and I open my eyes, noticing him staring down at me with a big grin.
“Are you fucking laughing at me right now?” I half-groan.
“No,” he says, pressing a kiss to my lips. “I just enjoy making you squirm.”
“I’m not squirming,” I say, doing just that. Damn him! He kisses me again, and then grazes his teeth from my jaw up to my ear.
“It’s sexy as hell, Seth,” he mumbles on a moan. “You’re sexy as hell. And you feel fucking incredible.”
And I can’t even express what it feels like to hear the guy whom I’ve been pining after for years, say stuff like that while he’s nine inches deep in me.
And it’s right now that I truly realize my crush is not a harmless crush at all. It’s something much, much worse.
Afterwards, when we get out of the shower, I throw him a towel before I start wiping myself down.
“I think I have a praise kink,” I chuckle, still high on endorphins, as I hang the towel on the door before grabbing a pair of boxers from my drawer.
He snorts. “You think?”
“What?” I turn around, facing him. He’s pulling his own boxers on.
“Seth People-Pleaser Avery thinks he has a praise kink?”
“I’m not a people-pleaser.” I frown, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Okay,” he shrugs.
“What do you mean—” I mirror his shrug. “—okay?”
He tilts his head to the side. “All evidence points to that, but if you say you’re not, then I’m not gonna argue with you. That’s what—” he shrugs again. “—okay means.”
“Okay, first off? What evidence? And secondly, you’re not gonna argue? That’s a first.” I snort.
He laughs, raking a hand through his hair. “Maybe I just don’t wanna argue with you right after we just fucked.”
“Why? I hear make-up sex is awesome,” I say, wiggling my brows.
He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, biting back a smile. “I don’t think we need make-up sex for it to be awesome.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Are you exploiting my praise kink?”
He chuckles, dragging a thumb over his lip as he walks over to me, so fucking sexy, I want to climb him like a fucking tree.
Sore ass be damned!
He places a hand on the small of my back, leaning into my ear.
“Is it working?” he whispers. I get a shiver down my back, and a rush of heat travels through my body, making my spent dick jerk.
“Stop being sexy!” I snap, shoving him without any force behind it.
He scoffs. “I wasn’t try—”
“You don’t have to try. You’re like sex on a stick, for fucks sake!”
And he fucking giggles as he turns around, walks over to the bed and climbs in under the duvet.
“You’re staying over?”
“Am I not?” he asks, draping the duvet over himself.
I snort, shaking my head, and climb in on the other side. I shift around for a bit, trying to find a comfortable position and he snorts.
“You okay over there?”
“Would be if you stopped hogging the duvet,” I say, pulling it over me.
“Wow, just say you hate me,” he deadpans, and when I glance at him, the duvet covers about an inch of him. He shoots me a glare and I laugh.
“You wanna cuddle, is that it?” he says, raising his brows.
Yes. “No.”
“Liar.” He moves closer to me, and wraps his arm and leg over me, making me wheeze from the weight. It’s entirely over the top but I love it. And I try to not think about how fucking good we fit together like this—like we were mold to fit like this—and failing. Obviously.
“Have you ever topped?” he asks then, and I almost choke on my spit.
“What?” I turn around, facing him. “Why? Do you want to try it?”
“I mean,” he grins. “From the sounds you made, seems to be—ow!” he laughs, rubbing his right pec where I pinched him.
“Seriously, though,” I say. “Are you thinking about it?”
“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “But have you, though?”
“Yeah, a couple of times.”
“You don’t like it?”
I tilt my head back and forth. “It’s more of a preference. And I usually top from the bottom,” I grin.
He chuckles. “What does that mean?”
“That I’m the one taking it up the ass, but you’re the one who’s getting fucked,” I reply with a laugh.
He laughs and slides his hand along my pec, down my stomach.
“So, it’s more of a dominance thing, or?”
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
He bites his cheek, squinting a little. “Why don’t you do that with me?”
Because I trust you. I shrug. “You want me to?”
“Maybe?” He shoots me a lopsided smile, drawing circles with his finger on my hip.
“Just say the word, Kadey-babe. And if you’re curious about your prostate, I’d be happy to introduce you two.”