I want to see him come undone, so my eyes move to his face, and I catch his dark eyes looking down on me. His mouth is partly open, and his breathing heavy.
He gets hotter every time I look at him. Especially like this. When he’s close to the edge. And I love that he keeps his eyes on me. That he’s not freaked out, or closing his eyes, pretending I’m someone else.
I hold his gaze, taking him as far back as I can, and swallow again. His eyes roll back, hips jerking, and he groans loudly as he shoots down my throat.
“Fuck!” he pants, chest heaving and thighs trembling. His eyes are closed as I stand on shaky legs and stick a hand down my pants, adjusting myself.
He pulls up his sweats, and rakes both hands through his hair. I cast a glance at my phone, and grab my tee.
“What are you doing?” he asks, voice raspy.
I turn around, facing him. “Party starts in an hour. You need to shower, and—no, not like that,” I laugh at his raised eyebrows.“Your dick is a fucking delight, but you’ve got hair all over you. And then I’m doing your hair.”
“That’s plenty of time,” he says, hooking a finger in the loop of my jeans, and pulls. I stumble, and catch myself with a hand on his shoulder, and he places his forehead against my stomach.
“Just give me a second,” he mumbles, taking a deep breath. The hot air hitting my skin makes the hair stand on end. His skin on my skin is not helping the hard-on in my pants, or theba-dum-ba-dum-ba-dumin my chest, so I slide out from his hold.
“Dude,” he says, tilting his head to the side. “Are we doing this again?”
“Doing what?”
“The you-can-touch-me-but-I-can’t-touch-you-thing?”
I frown, snorting. “You blew me the other day, what do you even mean?”
“Then…” He throws his hands out, shrugging. “Why do you walk away?”
Because I’mthisclose to breaking apart right in front of you.
“’Cause you’ve got places to be, people to see. Showers to take. Hair to make.” I chuckle.
“Such a poet.” He shakes his head, grinning.
“Well.” I shrug one shoulder.
He sighs, as he stands and walks over to me. “I’m not gonna leave you hanging, Seth. They can wait.”
“Oh, believe me, there’s no hanging happening here.”
“Then let me—” He reaches for me, but I take a step back and smack his hand away.
“Get into the shower for fucks sake!” I laugh.
He tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes at me. “This ain’t right,” he says.
“I’m not keeping tabs, Kade.”
“I do!”
“Yeah? You’ve been keeping up with who’s done what to who? That’s a little crazy, even for you.” I frown, nodding.
“You’re the crazy one. Turning down a blowie?” He whistles. “Man, I think you’re broken.”
Yeah. Me too.
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