Page 155 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 3

I held his hips, the vibration inside me forcing me to move, to act, and thrust myself up, ramming into Seth. He rose with me and held himself there, mouth open and air barely moving in and out of him as he locked gazes with me. He opened himself to me, and I fucked him hard from below, watching the way his muscles jerked and bounced with impact.

The harder I fucked him, the higher he set the vibrations, until the pulse of the toy turned so high up that there wasn’t an inch of my body that didn’t tingle. Goose bumps covered my arms and legs, and sweat beaded over my brow, tickling my face as he rolled down. I sank low onto the bed, pushing my torso hard against the mattress to give my hips the space to work. My dick rammed into Seth, loud, wet slaps mixing with Seth’s moans and my grunting, growling voice.

I shut my eyes, riding the crazy highs the toy took me to, carrying Seth with me. My hands traveled along his sexy torso, crossing his abs and pecs until I held him by the throat, pulling him down on me and letting him bounce back up.

In one unexpected sweep, I turned us around, lifting Seth high and wrapping one arm around him, then turning. He dropped onto his back, legs coiling around my waist, as I sank into him.

A surprised laugh broke over his lips, and a broad smile remained there as he immersed himself in the craze of passion. That brilliant smile on that glowing face, the courage and fun and pure lust of it all. Nobody had ever looked this good getting fucked. Nobody was this into me or this accepting of me. And when he switched the setting of the toy to the next level, the erratic pulses of vibrations with no clear rhythm rocked me.

Fuck, but I loved him.

As I buried my dick deep into his body, welcomed by the searing heat of him, I knew it for a fact. I’d lost myself to the one guy who didn’t want to cross that line. Well, fine. We never needed to cross it. For as long as we could be with one another like this, I didn’t need to ask for more.

“Harder,” he cried, looking into my eyes. I hoped he couldn’t read my thoughts, but I feared that he very much could. “Please. Damon.”

I slammed my mouth against his, bringing our intimacy even closer to my heart, and thrust my tongue into him, fucking him hard in controlled motions, knowing well enough that he would come like this. I could tell I worked his prostate well by that lost look in his eyes, by the way his lips parted when I pulled back from him.

His breaths were short and shallow, chest rising and falling. I wrapped my hand around his throat, feeling his crazy heartbeat, and I let him pull me in, his legs tightening around my waist.

“I want you,” he said. “I want you inside me. Come inside me, Damon.”

I pinned him to the bed hard and let go of control, let go of the futile effort of staving it off.

When his hole tightened around my cock, he pushed me over the edge and yanked me into himself with the tightness of his legs around my waist. He wanted me so badly that I didn’t know how to honor it. What sort of devotion did I need to show in return? I would if only I could. I would give him the whole world on a silver platter if it would buy me an hour of him loving me back.

The haze around my thoughts thickened. My body grew so taut with tension that I was hardly even breathing. The steady pulse of vibrations ravaged me as Seth forced himself to remain tight and tense, his dick stiff and precum leaking in a small trickle over his smooth stomach.

When I finally lost it, he cried out, feeling my throb inside him no doubt, and tugged me down to kiss him.

I did. My mouth was on his as I moaned and came inside him, filling his body with mine to the last moment, to the last drop.

Seth held me there, our bodies frozen in one blissful instant in time, my cock pulsing inside him, the vibration glimmering inside me. And when I finally breathed out, my cock sensitive to even the minimal movement, Seth pulled me closer still.

“Fuck me like this,” he said. “I’m so close, Damon.”

Every little move, every thrust of my hips, sent tingles right into my curled toes, but I fucked him anyway, enjoying every goddamn second of it. I shoved myself in, rubbing against his prostate as he moaned and grunted, climbing closer to the climax until sweat was dripping from my brow onto his chest. His cock throbbed hard, flexing and spilling ribbons of hot, white cum over his sweaty body.

I moved my fingers over it, its silky texture coating the tips, and I brought my hand to Seth’s face. His eyes widened, but he opened his mouth and sucked his cum off my fingers.

Shivers ran through me, teeth clenched and body tense. “Turn it off, please,” I said, my voice smaller than I was proud of.

Seth chuckled, licking his lips and pulling me down for a kiss first. He tasted like fruit and summer rain.

The vibrations stopped as abruptly as they had begun. We continued kissing as if nothing had happened, although much of the tension drained from me. Slowly, as I moved, my dick slipped out of Seth, pressed against his wet, warm hole. I kissed him on, taking in his scent, the flavor of his cum, and the satisfaction of a really good fuck.

And then, when I thought that the orgasm would have helped with a whole new problem in my life, I asked my heart what it felt. Hugging Seth, I knew the answer. And dammit, I still loved him.

I loved the way he laughed against my lips when my hand moved down the side of his ribcage, tickling him by accident. I loved the way he kissed me like it was never enough. I loved how he threatened to stab me over the tritest, most banal things.

I rolled off his body, reaching behind my back and between my cheeks to take the toy out.

Seth’s hand wrapped around my wrist and pulled it away. “No,” he said quietly. “I want you to keep it inside.”

I wish I could say I was made of stronger stuff, but the truth was, his words made my cock stir.

“I’ll take it out when I want,” he said. “And it won’t be soon.”

“Are we going again?” I asked, kissing his neck until he laughed.