I move my other hand down, rolling his balls between my fingers and he whimpers. Breaking the kiss, he drops his head back against the wall again.
“Mmfuck! Kade—”
“You close?” I breathe, moving to his neck and throat. Fucking attacking him with my mouth. I don’t even register what I’m doing, but I feel him nodding.
“Come, Seth,” I whisper, my voice not carrying. “I need you to come, ‘cause I can’t—”
He tugs at my hair, moans, and then his cum is covering both of us. And that’s all it takes for me to fully explode. I bite down on his neck, groaning and keep on falling until I feel like I’ll pass out. My head’s dizzy, my legs buckle and I slump against him.
I don’t know how long we stand there. It could be minutes, or hours. Seth’s stroking my hair, and it feels so soothing, I feel like I could fall asleep right here.
“Fuck…” I mumble. I have to clear my throat to get my voice out. “That was…”
“Yeah. That was,” he snorts. “Can I just say, in a very platonic, dude-ish way, that you’re sexy as hell.”
I groan, chuckling against his neck. “Dude, stop!”
“What? I fell fucking apart when you begged me to come, like, fuck!” he laughs.
I pull my head back, squinting at him, and shake my head. “Shut up!”
He laughs, as I shuffle into his bathroom, getting a towel. I dampen it and wipe myself down. I’m fucking covered in cum.
Ninety percent all mine, I bet.
I hand him the towel, and pull my pants back up.
“Seriously, though,” he says, hanging the towel on the door. “You haven’t jerked off all week?”
“No.”
“Why?” he asks with a frown.
‘Cause you weren’t thereI almost say, which throws me a little and it sounds fucking whack so I just shrug. “I didn’t feel like it.”
38
Seth
“Woah!”Iggy’seyesarehuge, staring at me over the counter. “What the hell happened to you?”
Yeah, that was my first thought too when I clocked myself in the mirror this morning. My neck’s covered in hickeys and faint bite marks.
I love it.
“Had a little late-night run-in with an animal last night,” I say, shooting her a wink.
“Holy hell!” she laughs. “It looks like he marked you, or something. Damn, boy!”
I pull the neck of my sweater up a little—it’s not like I own a fucking turtleneck, so I did what I could with what I had. Which was nothing.
“I’ll go see if I’ve got some concealer in my bag,” she says, turning around, but then she turns back again, leaning over the counter. “Was it good?”
I lean in closer to her, shooting her a smug smile. “What do you think?”
She grins, rolling her eyes. “Ugh! I’m so jealous.”
She turns around, and walks out the backdoor at the same time as Kaden and Jude walk up to the counter.
