He presses his lips together, shifting from one foot to the other, and places a hand on the counter, leaning in.
“Listen to me, you little shit!” he snorts. “You’ve ruined me with your dick, your ass, your—” He locks his eyes on my mouth. “So, either you stop moving around like that, or I’ll fold you over like a fucking lawn chair right here in the studio,” he says and breaks into a chuckle.
I throw my head back, laughing. “That doesn’t even make any sense.”
“Seth,” he warns, taking a step closer.
“What? That wasn’t even a threat.”
He takes a step closer, putting his mouth right next to my ear. “I’ll bend you over this fucking counter, and fuck you—”
I get goosebumps all over my body, and a rush of heat travels down to my dick so fast, I get lightheaded. Eyes almost rolling back in my head.
“—and I don’t give a fuck who sees it.” He pulls back, looking at me while licking his lips. My cheeks are flushed, and my heart’s doing some fucking tango, beating all irregular and shit.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, Kadey-babe.”
He licks his teeth, nodding. Then he adjusts himself, making a damn show of it, and I almost fold myself into a fucking lawn chair at the sight.
“I’ll see you at home.”
“We’re not walking together?” I chuckle, all breathless.
“Oh, you won’t be walking anywhere when I’m done with you.”
64
Seth
Kaden’samanofhis words.
I’m currently bent over the kitchen counter in my apartment. My jeans are pooled by my ankles, and I’m so turned on, I’m shaking.
Kaden’s behind me, and I hear him rip something open before his fingers slide down between my cheeks. They’re a little cold and wet.
“You’re carrying lube in your pockets now?” I chuckle.
“Condoms, too.”
“Really?”
“I got it at the clinic,” he says, circling his finger around my hole, while slowly stroking my dick.
“The clinic?” I frown. “What clinic?”
“Theclinic.”
“Wait, what?” I shift and he stops so I can turn around. “Why were you at the clinic?”
“I got tested,” he replies with a shake of his head.
“For what?” I ask like an idiot. But why the fuck is he getting tested? Is he sleeping with someone else? More than one? Is it Tara? Some otherguy?
Oh, my god, I feel sick. There’s a bottomless pit in my stomach.
I shouldn’t be jealous. I know I shouldn’t be, because he’s not even mine. But it’s eating me up from the inside out, until I feel like I can’t breathe.
I pull up my pants, tucking my deflating dick inside my boxer briefs.
