Yes. I’m pretty sure I did.
I tear my eyes away from his face, and back to his hair. “No, you’re good.”
When I’m done, Kaden inspects his hair in the mirror, turning his head back and forth, raking a hand through it, mussing it up. I’m biting my lip, arms crossed, waiting for the verdict.
“Looks good,” he says eventually, nodding.
“Yeah?” I grin, shoulders relaxing.
“Yeah. I like it.” He turns to face me. “What do you think?”
I think you’re gorgeous.“I think a real hairdresser would’ve done a better job, but you’re still hot, so.” I shrug, turning around and start digging through my bag.
“What’s that?” he nods his chin at the item in my hand.
“Tweezers.”
“Hell no!”
“I just saw a few strays—it’ll take me two seconds to get—”
“No, Seth!”
“Yes, Kadey-babe. You can’t show up to a bachelor party with a fucking unibrow.”
“I don’t have—”
“Semantics.” I wave him off. “Let’s go!”
He sighs, dragging a hand down his face. “Fine!”
He drops down on the chair, and I straddle his lap, facing him.
“Really, dude?” he says, eyebrows raised.
“I have bad eyesight,” I lie. “And this bathroom’s like a fucking cave.” I turn my head around dramatically. “How can you—”
“Alright!”
I chuckle, placing a hand on his temple, lifting the other hand—
“Ow!” he says, whipping his head away.
I shoot him a look. “I haven’t even started yet.”
He groans and places his hands on my ass. “Fine! Do it, but if it hurts, you’ll feel it too,” he says, squeezing my cheeks.
I snort. “You think that’ll scare me off?”
He squeezes my ass hard, making my dick stir in my pants.
“Just for that,” I say, slowly rubbing against him. “I’m gonna drag this out.”
“Holy shit,” he groans, placing a hand on the back of my head. I swirl my tongue around him, and swallow him down. Feeling the heavy weight of him on my tongue, and the taste of pre-cum. I quicken the pace, bobbing my head up and down and work my hand in tandem.
My own hard dick’s leaking in my Calvin’s. I’m so turned on, I could cry.
“I’m gonna come!” he breathes, tugging at my hair.
