65. Kaden
Kaden
No. Not in a million years is the answer.
No, I never thought I’d get turned on by a guy, asking me if I’d want to see my cum drip down his thighs, but here we fucking are. And now I can’t stop thinking about it. What is that? Must be some fucking primal shit. Some Neanderthal part of the brain, right?
Seth’s still chuckling while rolling his hips against me. I’m rock hard and he’s laughing, like he’s getting a kick out of taunting me.
I bet he does. Asshole!
He straightens and peers down at me, that lopsided grin in place. I can see his dimple from here, even in this low light, it’s so fucking prominent. Add in his pouty fucking bottom lip, and of course Jude wants him, that ass-wipe. Fucking look at him!
He bends down, nibbling at my bottom lip, biting until it stings before he licks it.
Then he swipes his tongue all over my bottom lip, before pressing his lips to mine.
I slide my tongue inside his mouth, and grab his ass with my hands, but there’s too much fabric between us.
I tug on his briefs, but he doesn’t move so I can get them off.
“I’m not above ripping them off you,” I mumble.
He chuckles again. “Do your worst.”
He doesn’t think I’ll do it, or maybe he does, but he doesn’t give a shit. Stubborn asshole.
I grab the fabric in each hand, and the sound of the tear cuts through the room. Seth gasps, and pulls back to look at me, eyes wide. Then he glances down at what’s left of his Calvin’s, before he slowly lifts his gaze to me. A smile spreading.
“That was fucking hot,” he grins as he runs his hands down my chest, over my stomach and hooks his fingers inside my boxers.
“Tit for tat?” He wiggles his eyebrows.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I chuckle.
It takes him less than ten seconds to get us both naked, and then he’s on top of me again, kissing his way up to chest, to my neck and my ear.
He nibbles at my earlobe, his breath hot against my skin and it sends electricity through my whole body.
And he smells like almond and Seth, and it’s fucking intoxicating.
He grabs my hands and pins them to the mattress, over my head and rocks his hard dick against mine, drawing a moan out of me. I’m so turned on, I feel cross-eyed. I chase his lips with mine, lifting my hips to meet his, but I want more.
He keeps one hand on my wrists, as he grabs the lube on the bedside table, and flicks it open.
He’s not strong enough to keep my hands down with only one of his, but I don’t move them, intrigued to see this play out.
And then he reaches behind himself and lets out a small moan, and any blood left in the rest of my body rushes to my dick.
I can’t even see what he’s doing, but the knowing, and the sounds coming from him drive me wild.
There’s pre-cum leaking all over my stomach, and as much as I want to get my hands on him, this right here? Him stretching himself open for me, while rubbing his leaking dick all over mine, and the soft whimpers and moans that comes with that? That’s almost enough to make me blow.
I kiss him anywhere I can reach. Licking his neck, biting it, probably leaving a hickey or two, I’m not sure. I’m dizzy with lust, and want, and need.
When he finally reaches for a condom, I snatch it from him, putting it on with fumbling hands, and grabs his hips. He wraps a hand around my dick, guiding it, and sinks down on me.
I want to buck my hips, slam them into him, getting as deep as possible, but I hold off. I let him take his time sinking down on me, one torturous inch after the other. And then I’m all the way in for a second, before he lifts up again, slowly, like he’s intent on killing me.
Death by pleasure. I guess there are worse ways to go.
He leans back, placing his hands on my thighs, and I can’t take my eyes off him as he drops his head back, and a low moan leaves him. He circles his hips, almost like when he was dancing at the studio.
And it’s probably a little fucked up to have these thoughts about your best friend—it’s probably just as fucked up to fuck your best friend, though—but I want to frame this moment.
Right here, right now, he’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. His hair’s a little mussed up, and his cheeks are flushed. Abs contracting with his every move, and when he drops his chin and looks at me, his eyes are almost black with desire and something else I can’t read. His mouth slightly open.
“Fuck,” I whisper, before I pull myself up, and wrap my arms around him.
He puts one hand on my shoulder, and the other at the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair.
And I can’t tear my eyes away from his, and I don’t know why because I usually don’t like eye contact, and especially not during sex, but this is Seth.
My best friend. So, our gazes stay locked, while I stroke my hands over his hips, his waist, his back.
And his skin is so soft under my touch, it drives me mad.
“Fuck, Seth,” I exhale. “What are you doing to me?”
He dips his head down, and I meet him with an open mouth. Our tongues tangling together, while he slowly rocks his hips, and there’s moaning, and whimpering, and heavy breaths coming from both of us.
I move a hand down between us, and stroke his dick.
Matching the tempo with his movements. Kissing and nibbling at his collarbone, his chest, and neck.
And when he starts moving faster, I tighten my grip and mirror the pace.
There’s a dull sting in my shoulder as he bites down, moaning, and I buck my hips, meeting him for every thrust.
“I’m gonna come.” His voice breaks on another moan, and I grab him by the neck with my other hand, pressing my lips to his and he moans into my mouth, spilling his load all over my hand, and between us.
I give him a few seconds while a few shaky breaths slip out of him before I flip us around. He lands on his back, and I bend one of his knees, curling the other hand around his shoulder for brace and thrust into him.
I feel the tingles starting at the back of my spine, my balls are drawn up high, when Seth grabs hold of my hair, tugging at it.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come again,” he says, his voice breaking again as he moans and when his orgasm hits, my hips stutter once, and I stop mid-movement, and I come, and come, and come.
It never ends. My vision blackens, and I think I forget how to breathe, or maybe there’s too much air in my lungs because I’m all dizzy.
My body’s never been so heavy before and I slump against Seth, making him wheeze.
We lie there for minutes, or days, or hell, maybe it’s years. I feel like I might have fallen asleep even, for just a second or two. Seth’s threading his fingers through my hair. It’s a lazy movement, like he’s not really aware he’s doing it.
“Am I crushing you?” I eventually ask, my voice raw.
He doesn’t say anything, just shakes his head.
I lift my head, peering down on him with one eye closed. “Did you come twice?”
He nods, eyes closed, mouth slightly open.
“That happened before?”
A shake of his head.
“Are you okay?”
A nod.
“Are you muted?”
That makes him snort, and he opens his eyes.
“Fu—” His voice breaks into a whisper, and he clears his throat. “Fuck, Kaden. That was… I don’t know what that was.”
“Yeah,” I exhale a chuckle. “I just kept on coming. It didn’t end.”
“Yeah, but I came twice, so I win,” he replies with a laugh. And then he laughs more, until his whole body’s shaking from it.
“You’re pushing me out,” I chuckle, and that only makes him laugh more.