“Oh, I told her. And then I confirmed the use of a cock ring. She’s so gorgeous, her lips were all full and pouty, the sexual charge between us was so strong, and there was a bold look in her eyes, like we’d both beenresisting the pull between us for too long and she was daring us not to anymore.”
“God, I remember that feeling,” he said, “You don’t have to be embarrassed that you got hard in her presence, babe. I slept with her hours after meeting her and I have zero regrets.”
“Today was not even close to the first time I’ve been hard in her presence, it’s just the first time I’m positive she was aware of the situation since she was on my lap, reached out to steady herself and grabbed right on.”
Kayden laughed heartily.
“How long did she hold on?”
“Long enough that I started leaking.”
He moaned and ground his hips into mine as he pulled at the hem of my shirt. “Am I allowed to be turned on by this? Because I fucking am.”
I laughed and lifted my arms over my head. He pulled off my shirt and pulled me back against his chest. “I have no idea. But I was so hard for so long, I’m probably going to blow fast.”
“Oh, so you didn’t come in your pants today?” he teased, working his way into my jeans. He pulled me out and released himself from his sweatpants. He took both our cocks in one hand and I moaned at the sight of our dicks pressed together.
“You know that’s not a normal fucking thing for me,” I grumbled, kissing along his neck.
I felt his grin against my skin as he whispered in my ear, “I bet I can get you to do it again. I bet she can too.”
“You’re mean,” I said as he spit into his hand and started pumping us together. I groaned at the friction and the desire that had been pulsing in my veins for hours. First for Olivia, and now for him.
He ran his thumb over our pre-come and spread it around, giving my piercing a little flick on the upsweep.
“Am I mean? I’m pretty sure I’m going to make you come in a minute.”
I moaned, the pressure in my balls nearly bursting as his hand and his dick rubbed against my cock. I reached down and played with my piercing as I thrust my hips against him. His hips moved too and his eyes rolled backward after he watched me flick the barbell and shudder with the extra pleasure it gave me.
“Shit, Jace, that’s hot,” he said. “I want to come at the same time.”
The image that filled my brain made me nearly ready. “I’m pretty fucking close, Kayd.”
“Me too, so stop touching that,” he said, flicking my hand away with a smirk.
I chuckled and groaned as my balls tightened. “I’m gonna come, baby.”
“Yes,” he moaned, looking down at our dicks as the first shot of my come flew out of my cock and hit him in the stomach. His followed immediately after and we groaned together as he jerked us until both of our cocks were covered in come and our loads mixed together on his stomach. He let go of our dicks and I slid down his body, kissing my way down his chest until I reached the come. He kept one hand on the back of my head as I licked him, guiding me from spot to spot until his stomach was glistening with my spit and clean of our come.
“Can I sleep over?” I asked, giving him my best flirty grin as I sat back on my heels. We’d only had one other sleepover since the night Olivia and I had crashed here, and I wasn’t sure we’d have had any yet if it weren’t for that night smashing his walls to smithereens.
Kayden liked his space a certain way, and I could tell having someone else in it made him nervous, but I’d taken extra care to observe his needs the last time I was here. I didn’t leave my clothes on the floor, choosing to fold them neatly on the reading chair in his bedroom instead. I rinsed the spit from the sink after I brushed my teeth, and I never put my feet on the coffee table—his sharp intake of breath the first time I’d done so clued me in to that being a thing he didn’t love.
“I know how much you try to be what you think I need in my space, Jace,” he said as I climbed off him.
“And is it working?”
He chuckled and sat up. “I don’t need you to be as tidy and particular as I am. I can adapt to you too. I like seeing your clothes on my bedroom floor.”
“You do?”
“Yes. For a short period of time, of course.”
I laughed heartily, “Is this your way of saying I can stay?”
“Yes, and I want you to be you. No more rinsing your water bottles before you put them in the recycling.”
“You don’t need me to do that?” I asked as we stood up.
