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Why was doing all…thatsomehow less exposing than getting undressed and letting him take this plug out? I lean back on the bed anyway, gesturing toward my jeans.

He unbuttons and unzips them quickly, tugging them down past my hips. He lifts my legs and I feel heat flood my face as he pushes on the plug tucked snugly against my hole. “Fuck,” he murmurs. “This is actually so hot.”

“Yeah,” I breathe, my cock twitching. Between the way I can feel his eyes on me and the way he’s gently working the plug in and out of me in small increments, I may be on the let’s have sex train sooner rather than later.

“I had thought my idea was a bust. I was on my way to put everything under the sink when I saw it was open and missing.” The way he’s pushing the plug in and out, dragging it along my prostate, is making it hard to speak, so I don’t.

Chapter Eight

Xavier

“Who would have known it would be you? And all because you got dragged to a party you didn’t even want to come to,” I say, pressing on the plug, watching as his stretched hole contracts and flutters around it. Fuck, I want to bury my dick in his body.

I thought it would take me longer to rally, but it’s appearing that might not be the case. My cock is stiffening, his little sounds and choppy breaths turning me on quicker than I thought was possible, given how hard I just came not ten minutes ago.

I tug on the plug, watching in rapt fascination as it slips free of his body. His hole is slightly puffy and wet with lube. My cock twitches, thickening further at the sight. “Fuck,” I groan, slipping a finger into the tight heat of his body.

He moans, breathless, his hole clenching around my finger. “You want me to fuck you, nerdy?”

“You’re not calling me that,” he says, but it lacks heat.

“I think with how hard I made you come, I can call you whatever I want,” I say, smirking at him.

“Ugh. Whatever.” It’s impossible to miss the grin in his voice.

I pull my finger out. If I’m going to fuck him, he’s gonna need a few minutes of rest. I pull his jeans down the rest of the way before tugging them down past his feet and off his body. He sits up, pulling his shirt over his head, and tosses it to the floor.

He quirks an eyebrow at me. “You gonna get undressed?”

I’m not sure why I’m shocked by his forwardness. This man literally wore a butt plug for me, a literal stranger, but I really am a little shocked. He just seems so… pure. I almost feel bad for dirtying him up. I am happy to oblige, though, so I stand up and quickly undress.

The second I’m naked, I crawl on top of him and kiss him. Sliding my tongue into his mouth, I explore, catching the low moans he’s feeding me. His tongue comes out to tangle with mine as he slides his fingers into my hair and tugs on the strands, the slight sting on my scalp making heat flood my stomach.

I pull back enough to suck his lower lip into my mouth. He arches up with a gasp as I bite down before soothing it with my tongue. His grip tightens on my hair, hips rocking up, his half-hard cock brushing against mine.

Bracing myself over him with one hand, I slide my other behind his head, cupping his neck so I can move him the way I want him. He doesn’t fight me. He settles in, letting me take what I want.

I want to take everything.

We lose ourselves in our frantic kissing, more teeth and tongues and gasps and moans than anything else, our hard cocks sliding in a mind-numbing way until I almost can’t take it anymore.

“Jesus, just fuck me already,” he moans, clearly on the same page as me.

Also, don’t have to tell me twice. I climb off him, reaching into my bedside table to pull out a condom and lube. He shouldn’t need much in the way of prep, but I want to make sure there’s plenty of lube.

I lube my fingers up and push his legs back, before sliding two fingers inside him. His tight hole sucks them in immediately, and he arches up with a groan when I tap on his prostate.

“Don’t you dare try to edge me,” he groans. “You already had your fun. I played along, and it was fun, but if you don’t fuck m—” His words cut off as I tap his prostate again and suck his cock into my mouth.

Chapter Nine

Kegan

“This is not you fucking me,” I groan, gripping his hair and shoving his face down onto my cock, despite my words. He hits my prostate again, and I almost fly off the bed. Fuck, it’s so sensitive it almost hurts, but it feels so fucking good at the same time.

I tighten my grip on his hair and thrust up, fucking into his throat. He makes a choked sound that makes my balls tingle, but I release him anyway. He doesn’t back off, though. He adds a third finger and chokes himself on my cock again. “Oh fuck,” I moan, my legs shaking wildly.

He pulls off me with a loud pop, leaving my wet cock twitching in the air. He climbs back up my body, slipping his tongue into my mouth. I moan, pulling him down on top of me. Gripping his ass with both hands, I revel in the way he shakes as our cocks grind against each other. Coming to this party might have been the best stupid decision I’ve ever made.

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