“More,” he moans, dragging his blunt nails down my back.
I hook an arm around his thigh, pick up the pace and change my angle, and his back arches off the bed as he moans. It turns me the fuck on to make someone come apart like this. And itdrives me fucking wild to see him writhing beneath me, moaning my name.
“I need you to touch yourself, Seth. I’m—fuck, I’m so close!”
I’m barely keeping it together. I’m right on the edge when he wraps a hand around his dick, and starts stroking. It doesn’t take long before his movements become jerky, and he’s panting, and moaning.
“Come, Seth! I’m right there—”
He grabs the back of my head, pressing his lips to mine, and then his muscle clenches around me as he arches his back, and moans.
And I come so hard I think I see stars.
47
Seth
Kadenslumpsagainstme,breathing heavy. I can feel his heart beating, just as fast and hard as mine. I’m euphoric, adrenaline pumping through my veins and it feels like I’ll never come down from this high. This is better than any drugs I’ve ever tried, or heard of, I’m sure.
“You okay?” he mumbles against my neck. His breath is hot against my skin. I can only nod.
I loved it. I want to do it again. And again. And again.
He stays inside me until his dick’s gone soft and then he pulls out. He takes off the condom, tying it up, and walks into the bathroom. I hear him turn the water in my shower on, and I feel a little weird about it. It’s not any different from how guys usually treat me after sex.
But this is Kaden.
And maybe I expected something more?
But then he comes back, still buck naked, stretching his hand out to me.
“Come on,” he says, voice all gravelly. His hair’s messy and some strands are licking his forehead and temples. His cheeksare flushed, his eyes a little glazed and I’ve never seen him so fucking gorgeous.
I take his hand and stand on wobbly legs before he leads me into the shower. Standing behind me, he guides me in under the spray and kisses my neck, stroking his hands down my back.
“I don’t know the protocol here,” he mumbles.
I roll my head back on his shoulder and let the water hit my face and down my body.
“Am I doing it wrong?”
No, you’re not and that’s a big fucking problem for me.
I shake my head, hating how non-verbal I’m being, but if I get vulnerable after blowies and handjobs, that’s nothing compared to how fucking fragile I become after full-on sex.
I don’t let just anyone fuck me. I’ve only been with a few guys like that, and when that happens, I don’t want them to hang around after, because penetrative sex makes me sad.
Not the sex itself—honestly, I love it. I really do. But afterwards… I don’t know. I can’t really explain it, but I feel all cracked open, and vulnerable, and my mask starts to slip. It’s the same when I’m sad. I can’t hold it in place, and I go…soft.Needy.
Because I want the cuddles, the hair stroking. I want the soft-spoken words about nothing. I want whispered praises and secrets. I want to be told I’m beautiful, even when I’m sweat-slicked and covered in fucking cum. Especially then.
And no one can know that.
So, after sex, I hide.
I do love bottoming, but I usually stay dominant, because it makes it easier if I’m the one in control. They can’t take something I’m already giving.
But this time, I didn’t.
