When I hook my fingers inside his boxers, and pull them down, his dick bounces back on his stomach, and I basically salivate.
It’s the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen. But of course it is.
He pushes himself up, leaning back on his elbows and looks at me, mouth slightly open, breathing heavy.
Everything feels so surreal, like this is happening outside of my body, but also not. Like I’m slipping in and out of myself.
Fuck, I wish I wasn’t so fucking high right now!
I close my hand around the base, giving the tip a tentative lick, before I drag my tongue on the underside of his dick, from tip to base, and he gasps.
My own dick throbs behind my zipper. I really need to come, but I need this more. I’ve been waiting forever to get my hands on him, have him pinned beneath me, making a mess out of him.
I want to see him lose control.
And I want it to be because of me. Of what I’m doing to him.
With my eyes locked on Kaden, I wrap my lips around him, taking him as far back as I can, and he moans. Loudly. And when I swallow around him, his hips jerks.
“Oh, fuck!” he groans and falls back, head thrown back. That urges me on, and I start moving, bobbing my head up and down. Sucking him in deep until I feel the hard length of him at the back of my throat.
His thighs are shaking, and he’s moaning and gasping with my every move. My dick’s leaking in my pants, and I quickly press a hand on it, staving off any impending accidents, before I take his balls in my hand, rolling them between my fingers and swallow around him. His back arches off the floor.
“Fuck,” he moans, voice sounding all stifled. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He grabs my hair, tugging hard as he thrusts into my mouth. My eyes roll back in my head as thick warmth floodsmy throat. I suck and swallow every last drop until he starts softening in my mouth.
“Holy shit!” His breathing’s choppy.
I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and slump down beside him on the floor, trying to catch my breath.
We lie there for a couple of minutes until our breathing’s evened out.
“Should I—do you want me to—” He clears his throat.
“No, it’s… I’m fine. It’s fine. I’m good.”
Like hell am I going to let him know I jizzed in my pants like some fucking teenager, just from the sound of him coming.
He nods, biting his lip, before he slowly pulls his boxers and pants back on again.
Everything’s so quiet now, it’s awkward as hell. Like we were pulled into an alternative reality and then thrown back out to deal with the aftermath. The high from the drugs and the sex is gone, and I don’t know how to go from here. I need to change my clothes though. There’s a wet spot on my Calvin’s the size of Texas, and it’s getting cold.
“I’m gonna…” I push myself up, gesturing in the general direction of the bathroom.
“Yeah,” he nods.
I take my time in the bathroom, mostly because I don’t know what to do or say when I get out of here that doesn’t sound stupid as fuck.
Like,great cock.
OrI’d like to do that again.
Ormarry me?
I drag my hands down my face, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My cheeks are flushed, my hair’s all mussed, and my lips swollen.
Because I just had sex with Kaden.
My best friend.
