Page 153 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 3

“Lucky me,” I said, barely breathing. I shivered all over as Seth dragged the tip of the toy up my body, crossing my abs, sliding it between my pecs, and lifting it until the tip touched my lips.

I opened my mouth, extending my tongue for a brief lick.

Seth pulled it back, then reached over the side of the bed to the nightstand, pulling out the bottle of lube and tossing it to me. “I want you to prepare yourself,” he said. “Two fingers. Go slowly.”

“What are you gonna do?” I asked.

“I’m gonna ruin the moment,” he said, getting up. His cock bulged so hard from his pants I thought they might rip any moment.

“How so?”

“I’m gonna wash this thing,” he said, swinging the toy through the air and walking away.

Laughter burst out of me uncontrollably, and I did as I was told. I took off my underwear and tossed them onto the floor, struggling to resist the urge to jerk my cock while he was in the bathroom, washing the brand-new toy because he was an adorable little freak.

I spread some lube over my fingers, though I’d done well enough earlier to get myself ready for this, and pushed my hand between my legs, feeling my hole’s warmth under my fingertip and holding my breath as a shudder passed through me.

Even a little bit of pressure made me lose my mind. I daydreamed of the things that were only moments away as I slipped two fingers into myself, feeling the resistance of my body in the first few seconds before it caught up with the fact that this was just incredibly good fun.

Seth stepped out of the bathroom, the toy clean and dry in his hands. He crossed the room slowly, hips swinging, shoulders swaying, dick pushing against his pants and forming a very visible mound stretching toward his left hip. He reached the bed, putting his free hand on his pants and undoing the button, unzipping them, and sliding his hand inside to feel himself.

There was something impossibly hot in how relaxed he was.

“Harder,” he said.

I was undone, unraveling, un-fucking-stoppable. My hand jerked faster, fingers slipping into my warm hole, stretching it wider.

Seth tossed the toy next to me and pulled his pants down his legs, hand sliding inside his underwear to hold his cock. “I said harder.”

My eyes rolled back, and my head sank deeper into the pillow as I thrust my hand hard between my legs, fingers reaching deeper into me. I flinched when his hand covered mine, and he held it, pushing and pulling with me.

“That’s more like it,” he purred.

A grunt ripped free from my chest, rolling over my lips as my chest rose high, my heels digging into the mattress, legs spreading a little wider.

My eyes squeezed shut, and I let my other senses do the work. Hearing the bed under Seth’s knees as he got into the bed, feeling the warmth inside my body as my fingers reached deep into me, smelling the lube and hyacinth and precum in the air. What did I need to keep my eyes open for?

I felt the warmth of his breath before his lips closed around the tip of my cock and took me into his mouth. A shudder rocked me, and a deep moan rose from my lips.

His hand pressed the back of mine harder, thrusting my fingers into me, while he took me close to his throat, the warmth of his mouth spreading through me. He was so soft, so incredible, sucking me in slowly, pulling back, and dragging his tongue against my cock. He moved the tip of it around the rim of my cock’s head, making me hold my breath as the sensation flickered through my groin, my chest, and my thighs.

The longer he sucked me, the harder it was to lie still. I wanted to rip free, to hold his gorgeous head, and to thrust my hips high up until I heard him gag and struggle. I wanted him to tear up, to drool over me, to choke on me until I let him breathe again.

But he was in charge, and I wouldn’t take that away from him. Not when he was so confident.

Moments later, Seth lifted his head, and I could feel the weight of his gaze sweeping over my torso. “God, I love the taste of your precum,” he said in a low voice. “So fucking sweet.”

His hand gently wrapped around mine and pulled my fingers out. A breath came from my lips, shivery and short, as I opened my eyes and looked at him. His lips were wet and red, his eyes glimmering with desire and anticipation. He lifted the toy and the bottle of lube, pouring it along the length and tossing the bottle aside. He thrust the toy through his fist, holding my gaze, and I pressed my lips tightly shut against the swelling moan.

“Ready for this monster?” Seth teased.

“Fuck yeah,” I huffed, words barely audible. It didn’t matter. We used words just for the fun of it. We both knew what we were doing even without asking. I knew what he looked like when he wasn’t sure about something. I knew the crease between his eyebrows that meant slow down, or the deeper frown that told me to stop. And I trusted that he knew the same in me.

Holding the toy with both hands, one at the bottom and the other close to the narrow tip, Seth moved closer to me. The lube was cold against my body when he dragged the tip down my taint and rested it against my hole.

“Deep breath,” Seth said, a smile reaching his eyes. “And relax.”

I gave him a shaky nod and surrendered to his mercy. A groan rumbled from my chest as he pushed the toy lightly into me, inserting an inch of soft rubber into my body and holding it while tension rippled through my muscles. “Keep going,” I said, voice cracking and strained.