Page 3 of Open Me

“Can I sit?” he asks. I’m not sure I’m in the best position to answer, so I wave my hand around, gesturing to the empty spot beside me.

“Do you go to school here?” he asks.

“Yeah, I do. What about you?” He’s hot. So hot, but then again, I’m half delirious with the need to come. But even without that, he’s clearly attractive. Full lips, a sharp jawline, messy brown hair hanging over his eyes.

His lips are moving, but I can’t really focus on what he’s saying because I’m trying to resist the almost overwhelming urge to grab myself and stroke until I come. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my life. “I’m sorry, what?” I ask.

He chuckles, a deep, rumbly sound that makes my dick jerk. “I asked what your major was.”

“Oh. Engineering.”

“Ah, so a smart guy, then.”

Not feeling all that smart at the moment, if I’m being completely honest. Xavier—is that what he said his name was?—shifts on the couch, leaning in closer to me. I start to ask what he’s doing when the vibrating starts up again. Not a constant buzz like before, but a pulsing rhythm that makes a moan escape before I can stop it.

Oh fuck. “So, did you come here with a friend or something?” he asks, looking at me like he’s waiting for me to talk. Bold of him to assume I can. My stomach tightens, heat blasting through my body.

Chapter Four

Xavier

When I adjusted and started the vibrations back up, I could have sworn Kegan moaned, but it was hard to hear over the sound of the people and the music. I lean in closer, catching a hint of his scent. Fuck, if he’s the guy, this will be awesome. And even if he’s not, I’m still gonna ask him to come to bed with me. The nerd vibe is really doing it for me tonight.

“Uh,” he stammers. “Yeah, my friend, Alex.” His words come out a little breathy. I press the button again, upping the power of the vibrations, and he lets out a keening sound. Fuck. Yes. Gotcha.

I suspected, when I was leaning against the wall, watching him shift back and forth, watching his hands flex and grip the edge of the couch. But he doesn’t know I’ve got him, and for now, he won’t. I want to see how long I can play with him.

“Yeah, I think I know Alex,” I force myself to say. I really don’t want to talk. I really want to push him back on the couch andrut against his tight little body until both of us explode. My cock throbs in agreement.

“Yeah, he’s… he’s uh, Oh God—” His words cut off as he shifts back and forth. His face is even more flushed now than it was before.

“You okay?” I ask, trying to play dumb and act like I don’t know what’s happening.

He nods. “Yeah, I’m alright.” I watch as he takes a couple of breaths, likely trying to calm himself down, but I don’t think it’s working because his body starts to tremble, and his hips raise off the couch.

I shut the plug off, and he slumps against the couch. “Holy fuck,” he murmurs under his breath.

Holy fuck is right. Goddamn, he looks so hot. Good enough to eat. Would it be wrong to make him come right here in the living room? Should I take him back into my bedroom with me?

“How much longer do you have?” I ask.

“I’m in my junior year. What about you?” I’ve got to give it to him. He’s trying really hard to act normal.

“Same,” I murmur. Fuck, I really want to kiss him. Would that be too forward? Ha. I’m 99.9% positive he’s got a butt plug I left in the bathroom in, and I’m worried that kissing might be too forward.

I press the button again, watching as he tenses, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. “I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before?”

He shakes his head. “No, I… the party thing is—” His voice cuts off on a low moan that has my cock leaking pre-cum, begging for me to touch it.

“Is?” I ask, trying to get him back on track and pretend I haven’t noticed his predicament.

“Yeah, it’s… fuck.” His voice is tight and desperate. I don’t even have a plug vibrating against my prostate, andI’min danger ofshooting in my jeans—just from the look on his face and the way he’s squirming around. “Parties aren’t my thing,” he finally gets out.

I lean in close to him, until my breath fans over his ear when I say, “That’s a shame. I thought I was throwing a pretty good one.”

His breath hitches, a whimper falling from his throat. “No, it’s… it is. Best party I’ve ever…” He trails off as his hips shift, a breathy moan slipping from his lips. “I’ve ever been to,” he finishes.

I sit back with a smirk, finger hovering over the button on the remote. I click it, upping the vibrations just a bit.

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