68. Kaden
Kaden
“I got my test results back,” I tell Seth.
It’s been a week. Longest week of my life.
I could guarantee, with like ninety-nine percent certainty that I was negative, but while waiting for the results, I got nervous. And the longer I waited, the worse it got.
“And?” he says. There’s a mix of different feelings in his eyes. Excitement, and maybe some worry.
“I’m pregnant.” I keep a straight face for all of two seconds before I burst into laughter.
“You fucking idiot,” he says with a laugh, shaking his head.
I walk over to him, slide my hands under his tee, and find his skin. Soft, so fucking soft, it makes me clutch his waist. It’s cute aggression, like when you see a cute little puppy, or a rabbit, and you just want to squeeze it because it’s so damn cute.
“I’m negative,” I say, biting my bottom lip and imagining ten thousand positions I want to try with him.
Him pressed up against a wall. Him bent over a table.
Him in my lap. Over me, under me, in front of me, side-by-side.
It’s a head rush, and my dick perks up, and starts to swell. And I’ve barely even touched him yet.
“You are?” There’s that lopsided grin again, and he darts his gaze between my eyes and my lips. I lick my lips, nodding, as I slowly walk him backwards, until his back hits the wall. I hook a finger inside his sweats, and lick his bottom lip.
“You got lube in your pocket?” he asks as he palms my dick.
I groan. “Wait here,” I say, rushing to the bedroom to grab the bottle. Seth’s where I left him, head tilted to the side as he bites his bottom lip and rubs his dick outside his pants.
“Turn around,” I say, but don’t wait before I twirl him around and press him against the wall. I pull his pants down just below his ass and palm one cheek while flipping open the lube.
“Hands on the wall.”
He snickers but does as I say, and it turns me on more than I thought it would.
I coat a finger and slide it between his cheeks, finding his hole and circling it, adding a little pressure.
He gasps as I breach him, and I kiss his neck, licking my way to his ear, biting his earlobe until he hisses.
Then I add another finger, and work him open as fast as I can.
“Pull my pants down.”
He reaches back and tugs on them, wiggling them down until my dick is jutting out hard against his ass. He strokes it once, but I pull back and pull his hair.
“Did I say you could touch me?” I mumble in his ear.
He chuckles on a whimper, and presses back against my fingers as I add another one. I wrap my other hand around his wrists and press them firmly against the wall. Adding lube to my dick, I slide it between his cheeks a couple of times before I press the head to his hole.
My breathing is erratic, and I’m so turned on I’m fucking feral. Like a wild animal. I’m drunk on him. I barely give him time to adjust before I slam my hips against him, and he groans loudly.
It’s a whole new sensation to feel him without the fucking rubber in the way. I feel everything.
I pull back and thrust back in, faster and harder than I ever have before.
Drawing loud moans from him as I grab his hips and piston mine.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but for some reason, I want to claim him or mark him.
I want to fill him up, and I want to watch my fucking cum drip down his thighs. I want him to feel me for days.
I dig my fingers so rough into his hips, I’m sure it’ll bruise as I pound into him. The sound of skin slapping and our moans is all I hear.
I pull out until just the head’s inside him, keeping it there as I give him a few short thrusts.
Teasing him—and myself. I pull out completely before I push back inside, all the way.
His ass pressed close against me, as he drops his forehead against the wall, gasping.
I bite his earlobe again before I pull out, continuing with the short thrusts and he grunts.
“You fucking tease,” he says, chuckling.
I lick down his neck, sucking on his skin. “You don’t like it?”
“Yes,” he breathes.
“Yeah?” I push all the way inside slowly, gripping his hips even harder before I lick my hand and move it down to his dick. Stroking it with a firm grip.
“Oh, god,” he moans, pushing back against me and thrusting into my hand. “Fuck!”
“You gonna come for me?” I mumble but it breaks into a moan. I’m so close, I might have to pull out. But I hold back, and fuck him even harder.
“Mmfuck! Kaden!”
“Come for me, Seth. I wanna hear you.”
A groan leaves his throat as he comes, his muscle clenching around me, making me fall right over the edge, and I bite down hard on his neck, while pumping my load deep inside him. I don’t stop until I’m wrung dry, and it starts to hurt from how sensitive I am.
Only then do I pull out, and we fall into a heap on the floor.
“Holy shit,” I exhale.
“Yeah,” he says, breathing as hard as I am. “We’re so doing that again.”