Because this is heaven.
His dick slides hard and fast against mine, the mixture of spit and precum lubricating each thrust.
I’m barely holding on, and the shivers that rack my body intensify at how he completely owns me. I’ve never been held down. I’ve never been overpowered and had someone lose complete control because of what I was doing to them.
And feeling Richie lose control?
Fuuuck me.
He doesn’t hold anything back. He doesn’t worry about how he looks or sounds or even if I can goddamn breathe as his tongue fills my mouth and reaches for my throat. His teeth gnash against mine, and still he’s so goddamn vocal.
I break the kiss, sucking down some much-needed air, and sink my teeth into his ear. “Come on me.”
“Shit.” His grip tightens around us, and then his head drops back on a long, loud groan as cum paints my stomach. Seeing him unleash is exactly what I need, and after a few hard jerks of my cock, my balls draw up and I follow him over the edge.
When it’s over, all I can do is lie there, panting. My jeans are still strangling my ankles, and Richie’s breathing heavily into my neck while our cum dries on my skin, but I don’t want to move.
Ever.
Then there’s a knock at the door.
Richie pushes up, grabs his phone, and shoots me a cheeky smile. “Look at that. You really do like being on time.”
“And you’re good at following directions.”
He presses a hard kiss to my lips as he gets up and grabs his pants. I watch his bare ass disappear into the hall, too drained to do anything other than lie there.
And count down the minutes until that can happen again.
18
Cohen
I could so get used to this.
The light streams into Seth’s apartment through the massive windows, and I wake up where I have for the last week—with my arms wrapped around Seth while feeling thoroughly spent.
I should probably think about going back to the dorms soon, but this apartment is amazing, only made more amazing by the person who lives here.
Seth’s on his stomach facing the other way, while I’m plastered to his side with my arm over his back. I kiss my way along his shoulder up to his neck.
“Mm, what time is it?” he rumbles.
“Don’t know. The sun woke me up.”
“Are you sure it was the sun and not your hard cock digging into my side?”
“That might’ve had something to do with it.”
When Einstein told me he thinks he’s demi, I assumed sex wouldn’t be a big part of a relationship with him in person. I guess I don’t have a full understanding of his identity, but at the same time, I’m not going to complain.
I’m enjoying us exploring each and every inch of each other. We might not have moved on to any of the advanced stuff yet, but the handjobs, blowjobs, and rubbing off on each other is more than I could’ve anticipated.
But I like the quiet moments too. It’s all been very domestic. Like, when I’ve been using his laptop to search for any job opportunities. Poorly. Most media jobs in Burlington want you to have a firm graphic design background, which I do not. Adding texts to images, I can do. Creating graphic art from scratch? Nope. I barely scraped the C I needed in that class to stay on the team. I’m starting to think I’ll need to search for jobs outside of Burlington or look in a different field altogether. All I know is social media and hockey. Seth’s patient with my frustration, even when I’m whining at the screen in front of me and disturbing him from reading.
We’ve sat on his couch watching hockey while he rested his feet in my lap. And for all that he said about hating hockey, it’s not true. I’ve never seen him prouder than when a Montreal game is on. He cheers harder than I do when Foster scores.
I understand why he told me he didn’t want to talk hockey though. His issues with Foster run deeper than I thought, and it will be hard to navigate being with him while staying friends with Foster, but I’m sure we can do it.
It doesn’t sit right with me that he wants to hold this thing between us back from his brother, but at the same time, we’re still feeling our way through this.
Literally.
Seth rolls on his side, putting his back to my front, and I reach into his sleep pants to stroke his cock. He moans and pushes his ass against me. My hips thrust forward, and I think about how good it would be to sink inside his body, but I’m not going to be the one to bring that up.
I shudder. “Fuck, Seth.”
He moans again.
I jerk him off while I rut behind him, and it doesn’t take long for him to come unglued and come all over my hand and his sleep pants.