Page 5 of Open Me

I stroke myself until I’m right on the edge, pulling back just before the point of no return. My boxers are a sopping fucking mess. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and I’ve gotta say, this party isn’t a bust after all.

Kegan walks back into the living room, his eyes zeroing in on me instantly. Fuck, he looks way too sexy like this. All fucking keyed up and desperate. I need to make him come. I need to see it.

He gets half-way to me, and I hit the button again. He stops moving so fast beer sloshes over the sides of the cups he’s holding. I can hear his soft moan from where I’m sitting. His dick is pressed against the front of his jeans, a wet spot forming. I don’t think he’s gotten off, but that he’s leaking so much that it’s showing through his jeans has my mouth going dry. Fuck me.

He takes a couple of steps toward the couch and pauses again, his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his eyes rolling back.

I turn off the vibrations. I want him beside me when he comes. I want to see it up close, hear the hitch in his breath. Plus, this is a fun game, but I don’t actually want to humiliate him in a room full of people.

He sits down beside me and hands me the cup. He tips his back, downing it in a few gulps, his throat bobbing. I follow suit and down mine. “Wanna go to my room?” I ask, dragging a finger up the inside of his thigh.

He nods frantically. “Yeah. Yes.”

I stand, and he follows right behind me. I reach into my pocket halfway to my room, clicking the button again. He groans, and then I hear a thump. I turn to find him leaning against the wall, his hand rubbing his cock. My dick jerks, more pre-cum oozingfrom the tip. “Just a bit longer, yeah?” I rasp. “C’mon. My room’s right here.”

He whines low in his throat, but nods, dragging himself off the wall to follow me. I don’t turn the plug off. Truth be told, I’d like him to come as soon as humanly possible because I know there’s no way I’m gonna last much longer. We’ve been at this for at least an hour, and I’m fucking dying.

We step into my bedroom, and I shut the door, then pin him against it with a hand pressed against his chest.

He’s chanting, “Close,” over and over, his eyed closed, and lips wet like he’s been licking them. I turn the vibration up. He groans, hips rocking. My cock is so hard it hurts. The urge to get myself off is so strong that I’m finding it hard to even think. I need him to come. I need him to come now.

Chapter Seven

Kegan

Iexpect Xavier to turn the plug off again—repeat the teasing, mind-blowing, soul-stealing madness that he’s been putting me through. To my surprise, though, the vibrations tick up again, pounding and pulsing against my prostate. There’s so much pre-cum soaking my boxers that if I didn’t know any better, I’d think I already came. “Come for me, yeah? Right here in your jeans,” he rasps and oh God.His fucking voice.

My cock throbs and then I’m coming. “Oh God. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as cum shoots from my cock, my entire body on fire and exploding with mind-numbing pleasure.

I barely even have time to react before Xavier is on me, his mouth crashing onto mine and his hard cock rubbing against mine through our jeans. “So hot, Kegan,” he moans into my mouth as he ruts against me. The added friction of his cock on mine sends me spiraling, cum soaking my boxers and seeping through my jeans. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he grunts, plunging his tongue into my mouth.

I try to kiss him back, but I’m panting so hard that I’m having a hard time. So I drop my hands to his ass and pull him in tighter against me, rubbing my overstimulated cock on his as I ride out the final waves of pleasure.

Within seconds, it’s over. The plug is still vibrating against my battered prostate, to the point that it almost hurts. “The plug,” I groan.

“Oh, fuck.”

The vibrations cut off and I sag in relief. His hips pinned against me are the only thing holding me upright. “I can’t believe I did that,” I mumble.

“God, me neither. It was so hot, though. Watching you squirm. Watching you try to fight it. Fuck, let’s get married, you sexy little nerdy boy.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. “I’d be okay with dinner. Or, you know, more sex. Marriage might be pushing it, so early on.”

“Okay, fine. No marriage. Yet. More sex, though? Yeah, I could be down for that. Give me twenty.”

I grin, completely wrung out, body still tingling and riding the high of that fucking orgasm. I’ve never come that hard in my entire life. He steps away from me and climbs into his bed, patting the spot next to him.

“Are you serious about more sex in twenty?” I ask, kicking off my shoes before heading over to sit next to him.

He shrugs. “If you’re down.”

“I’ve gotta get this plug out of my ass, honestly. Or I’m gonna be too sore to even think about sex.”

“Damn, I can’t believe you really put it in.”

I laugh. “Yeah, I looked at it like three times before I finally did it. You about caught me on the second trip.”

“Yeah, I know. I wouldn’t have realized it was you as quickly as I did if we hadn’t passed in the hall, honestly. Let’s get the plug out, though, yeah? Lie down.”

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