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God, I’m so fucking hard. Watching him squirm and fight against it is melting my brain, and I need him to come. I need to watch him lose control. He’s done so well holding on. Hell, I’ve been playing with him and teasing him for what seems like forever now.

I hit the button again. He jerks and drops his hand to his lap. “Oh no,” he whimpers. “Oh, fuck.”

Chapter Five

Kegan

It’s him. It has to be. Oh god, I’m so fucking close. “Turn it off,” I choke out, trying like hell to hold on.

He doesn’t. Instead, he reaches out, knocking my hand away from my crotch, then trails his finger down my cock. “Why would I do that?” he asks in a gravely voice.

“I’m gonna come. I can’t hold back,” I groan, all inhibitions gone, my body and mind single-mindedly focused on how fucking good this orgasm is going to be.

The vibrations cut off abruptly, but it leaves my entire body tingling. I’m almost positive I came some. I can feel the thick cum trailing down the side of my shaft, but I’m still hard, my stomach still tight and my balls still throbbing, ready to unleash.

I groan, dropping my head back against the couch.

“Wow,” Xavier murmurs, awed. “I can’t believe you actually put the plug in.”

I can’t focus on that. I’m too busy dragging in lung fulls of air, trying to resist the urge to stroke myself off. Fuck, I’m so turned on.

“Did you come?” he whispers.

I shake my head. “No. Close, though. So close.”

“Hmm,” he hums. “I need you to sit real still, okay? Can’t let anyone know you’re sitting on the couch trying not to come. Look at them all. You don’t want them to know, do you?”

Jokes on him. At this point, I couldn’t be bothered by who sees or doesn’t see, or knows or doesn’t know. That’s a lot of not my problem. The vibrations start back up and my hips rock. “Oh fuck,” I gasp.

“Shh, you don’t want anyone to know.”

“I don’t care who knows,” I hiss, bringing a hand to my cock to get myself off. Lighting quick, my hand is being pinned to the couch.

“If you want to come, you’re going to do it because of me, not your hand.”

The low, raspy way he says it is getting me pretty damn close on its own, but the vibrations are something else entirely. I force my hips to still because truthfully, I’m enjoying this, and I’m not in a hurry for it to end. The buzz of the alcohol has all but faded, and all that’s in its place is heat and want. Did I think I’d come to this party with Alex and get edged by the hottest man I’ve ever seen, in full view of all the half-wasted people milling around? No. But I can’t say I’m mad at it.

Lips trail along my neck, and I groan. “Fuck. So close,” I moan, tilting my hips back and forth, so my cock can rub against my soaked boxers. The vibrations cut off, and I groan again, in frustration this time.

“You should go grab another drink. Bring me one, too.”

“Are you fucking crazy? You want me to walk around like this?” Is my voice whiny? Sounds whiny to me.

“Please?” he murmurs. I turn to face him, and he’s giving me puppy dog eyes. I’m a sucker for puppy dog eyes, which is how I got into this mess to begin with. Not as sweet and innocent as Alex’s are, though—more devil than angel. Definitely more heated, full of lust.

“Ugh. Fine.” I climb off the couch, trying to cover my cock with my hands, and head toward the kitchen. I make it two steps before the plug vibrates again. I freeze for a moment, but then push on. Each step presses the plug into my prostate, and each pulse of vibration is making my knees weak and my legs feel like jelly.

I take another step, and feel more pre-cum weep from the head of my cock, a shiver working its way down my spine. Fuck, I need to walk and focus on not coming. I can do this. It’ll be easy.

Chapter Six

Xavier

Fuck, this is so hot. So much better than I imagined. I haven’t fucked him. I’ve barely even touched him, and I’m so much more turned on than I can remember being in a long time. I watch him walk toward the kitchen, his steps slow and measured. Every step has him pausing, and I’ve watched him have full body cold chills twice.

I palm my cock, looking around the room to see if anyone is watching—not that I really care if they are. The crowd has thinned some. I’m not sure if the party is simply winding down or if people are taking off to have sex. But there are a couple of people in the corner dancing, if you can call it that. It’s more grinding on each other and making out than anything else. I’m only mildly jealous. Not because I want to be dancing, but because I want nothing more than to be grinding like that. With one person in particular.

I turn the plug off. Not because I don’t want him to come. I do. But because it’s going to be a real shame to miss the show if I make him come in the kitchen where I can’t see him.

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