Chapter 6 We’re Pirates, Vincent #6
Once I pass him the phone, he sits up against the headboard and starts scrolling through Matteo’s texts.
He looks angrier than I think I’ve ever seen him look before.
Even angrier than earlier when we were talking about the engagement.
“Tch. So, what, he thinks that I slept with you to manipulate you? Did he forget that we’re best friends?
I can’t understand why he’d come up with something that makes no sense.
What would I have to gain by sleeping with you if not just personal enjoyment? ”
“I have no idea, but the whole time we were apart, it was pretty constant. Well, as you can see from the texts.”
His brows are drawn tightly together, while he continues reading the messages.
“That sucks. I wasn’t expecting anything like this from him.
I’m just not sure what he stands to gain by telling you this shit.
I guess he really doesn’t want us together.
” He sighs and shakes his head. “You know, when you passed out, he looked at me like it was my fault. He wouldn’t let me go with you, which drew our fathers into it.
They were urging me to sit down, then Harlow’s mother came in, and I was forced to stay behind.
The whole thing still doesn’t sit well with me. ”
“I didn’t know that happened. I’m sorry for that.” Of course, I didn’t do anything wrong, but I still hate that those things happened.
Sivan looks down at the screen, as another text from Matteo comes in.
If he brings up combining crews, you need to leave. You have to trust me.
“Why wouldn’t I bring up combining crews?” Sivan asks, passing my phone back. “Of course I want to combine crews. We can’t do it, but why wouldn’t I want that? What the hell is he playing at?”
I put the phone on the nightstand and climb atop him, straddling his lap. “Hey, I don’t care what Matteo says. Don’t worry about it.”
He squeezes my waist and pulls me in closer, kissing the side of my neck, while his hands roam down my ass, and back up through my hair, just before he kisses me. God—he tastes like rum, and I have no idea how that’s possible because he hasn’t had any rum tonight.
Pulling back slowly, he teases my bottom lip with his teeth, gently tugging it, sending shockwaves through my body, making me harden faster than I ever thought possible. “Vincent, I want to be inside of you again. Will you let me?”
“I want you, too,” I say, gently rocking back and forth on him. I don’t know if I’d be good at riding him, honestly, but it feels so good rubbing our dicks together in this position, even through our sweatpants.
Sivan’s hands grip my ass, squeezing tight. “Fuck—Vincent, I hadn’t imagined taking you like this. You want to try it?”
“We can try, but I don’t know if I can do it.”
He lifts my chin with his thumb. “Something tells me you can take it.”
I don’t know what it was about him saying that, but his tone changed, there was a shift, it felt almost dominant.
Fuck, thoughts of him talking dirty to me are running rampant in my mind, my dick is almost leaking at the notion that Sivan could talk dirty to me.
Quickly, I slide off him, and stand, taking my sweats off, while he pulls his down and grabs the lube from the top of the nightstand.
“Come here and let me play with you, Vincent,” he commands.
My balls are fucking tight, and he hasn’t even touched me yet. How can I crave him this badly? His cock is so thick and hard, I’m practically salivating over it when he makes a “come here” motion with his finger.
The first time we had sex, he sucked me just a little, and it was absolutely mind-blowing.
I don’t know if it’s that he was really good at it, or just that his mouth was on my dick, but either way, I really liked it.
I climb into bed and position myself in between his legs, dragging my hand quickly down his hard cock, bringing my mouth beside it.
His fingers run slowly through my hair, he lightly grips a handful. “Oh, you want to taste me before we fuck?”
Nodding slowly, I look up at him, with his dick in my hand.
He grips my hair tighter, tilting my head back. “Open your pretty little mouth and show me your tongue.”
Holy shit, between that hair pull and the way he said that, I’m so fucking turned on.
Shyly, I lick the tip of his head, swirling my tongue around, under his heated gaze.
There’s not much taste, probably because we just showered, but it’s warm and so fucking hard.
Gripping the base, I lick slowly up the side of his shaft, massaging his balls, while his grip tightens in my hair.
I’m just doing the things I like done to me, but I have no idea if I’m doing them right.
As I take him into my mouth, he lets out a rumbly moan that makes my dick weep.
“Mmm—Vincent—your mouth feels fucking incredible. You have no idea how many times I jerked off imagining you sucking my cock while we were apart.”
Damn, the thought of him touching himself only furthers my want to satisfy him.
I slide my mouth up and down, working up a slow, but consistent, rhythm.
His dick is so thick that I feel like I may gag on it if I go too fast. Sivan’s fingers alternate between gripping and rubbing my hair while I suck him as deep as I can.
I do want to taste him, though, and to do that, I’m gonna have to make him come.
I just realized there may be a downside of having been best friends before doing these things, and that’s because at this moment, I remember him telling me that he’d never come from a blowjob before.
He described them as feeling good, but not as good as sex.
He said something like a blowjob was more just a prelude for him.
Now, I’m determined to make him come. I pop his cock out momentarily and jerk it, while flicking my tongue on the head.
“Nnnggghh,” he groans, gripping my hair tighter. “Fuck, your mouth was made for my cock… Don’t stop.”
He’s breathing heavier than before—I think he may be close to coming.
I look up at him and lick his balls slowly, so he can see my tongue.
When we kiss, he seems to really like my tongue, he’s almost fixated on it.
My cock is so hard, and I’m aching to be touched, too, but I want him to come first. I jerk him harder and faster, then slide all of him back into my mouth, taking his cock deep again.
“Mmmm,” I moan. He clearly loves the sensation, because I finally get a taste of something slightly salty…
It’s precum, and it’s unbelievably hot. I’m sucking harder, chasing that fucking taste. I want more.
He pulls my hair while his thighs tighten against me.
I can feel him fighting, holding back, but I don’t know why.
I pull his dick out and lock eyes with him.
“Do it, come for me. Let me taste you.” I wrap my lips around him again, moaning, and slurping on his cock, and I finally feel his pelvis jerk upward, his cock nearly chokes me, while he pulls a fistful of my hair.
“Fuck—I’m coming—hah—I’m fucking coming. ”
My mouth is flooded with spurts of hot wet cum, as Sivan fucks my face until he finishes.
I pull his dick out, kissing the tip one more time, then lick my lips, which are still coated with the taste of him.
He grabs me under my arms, hauling me on top of him, and crushes my mouth together with his, sticking his tongue inside, swirling it around wildly.
“Mmm,” I moan while he holds my face in place.
With one hand, he grips the back of my hair gently, while the other grabs the small bottle of lube on the bed.
He’s still kissing me, while I feel him fumbling with the bottle and hear the sound of the liquid being squeezed out.
He grips my waist with one hand, and soon, I feel him reaching underneath me and a slippery finger massaging my asshole.
His dick is still hard in between us, while mine is sticky with precum, ready to fucking blow as soon as he slides his finger halfway inside me.
Being fingered like this feels even more exciting than when I’m on my back.
He works his finger in and out, then slides another beside it, circling my rim, gently teasing me until he slides both inside.
In just a few movements, he hits the spot that he hit before, and I shiver, the pleasure is almost too intense.
I push on his chest separating from the kiss, breathless. “Hahhh—that—”
“That’s your spot,” he whispers. “If I do this”—he glides his fingertips over it, two fingers deep inside of me—“how does that feel?” He raises his eyebrows. “You like that?”
I nod and bury my face in the crook of his neck, lightly sucking on it. How the hell does this feel so good? I’m riding his fingers, panting, licking, sucking—desperate for more, while he pumps them in and out. “Fuck me,” I plead.
He grabs the lube once more, coating his cock with it, before stroking it a few times, while I do the same to mine.
Sivan positions his dick, pressing it against my entrance, and I wince at the initial stretch when his head enters me.
If I could skip this part and get straight to the part where it feels good, I’d really like that, because when his fat cock head fully slips inside, I can’t help but to grip his chest, scratching it.
He kisses my lips softly. “I’ll go slow. Don’t try to rush it.”
“Okay,” I breathe out. “Just kiss me.”
With our lips pressed together, he guides me gently by my waist, slowly lowering me onto his cock, until he’s fully inside.
Holy fuck. I swallow hard, moving myself up and down, my ass clinging to every inch of him.
“How is that?” he asks me.
“Getting better, just feels—deep.”
“We don’t have to keep going if you’re uncomfortable.”
“Sivan, it’s uncomfortable now, but in a few minutes, it won’t be uncomfortable anymore. Just fuck me.”