“Me too,” I rush out, slowing my hand not to come too fast.
“What would you do if I was there now?”
I take a breath, trying to get my brain to work, to string words together. “I’d kiss your neck, the way you like it.” I can barely get the words out.
“I like it when you bite me a little, too,” he says.
“Yeah?”Adding that to my list of things Seth likes.
“Mmm,” he moans. “What else would you do?”
“I’d take your clothes off—”
“With your teeth?”
I breathe a chuckle. “Yeah, with my teeth.”
"Fuck, that’s hot!”
I close my eyes, envisioning it. Imagining how warm and soft his skin is under my touch, how hard his chest is against mine, how fucking sexy he is when he lets go and just give into the pleasure.
“What else?”
“I’d… Fuck, Seth,” I groan. “I can’t think.”
“You know what I’d want if I was there right now?” he says, barely above a whisper. “I’d want you to press me up against the wall. I’d want you to pin my wrists against it, and fuck me from behind.”
I moan as more pre-cum leaks from my dick. The image making me impossibly hard and I pick up the pace, treading on the edge already.
“I’d want you to fuck me slow and deep—”
“Holy shit!” I groan.
“Then I’d want you to fuck me so hard, I’d feel you for days after.”
My head’s spinning, and my balls are drawn up tight.
“I’m gonna come, Seth.”
He moans again and I almost choke on air as my orgasm rips through me, making cum spurt out over the floor, and my knees buckle. I hear a muffled moan from Seth and I’m breathing so hard, my head feels all fuzzy.
I rest my forehead on the wall, listening to Seth’s breathing evening out.
“You ruined my bedsheets,” he says after a while.
My laugh is choppy. “You ruined my floor.”
49
Seth
Igroan,placinganarm over my head. Do we really have to be awake every day? Can’t some days just be for sleep? I’m in no position to wake up and act like all human today.
My hangover’s trying to kill me dead, and then I groan again when I remember the phone call with Kaden last night.
Fuck!
The fuckingphone sexwith Kaden, where I told him I wanted him to fuck me against a wall. One hundred percent true, of course, but he didn’t need to know how much of a slut I am for him.
