I hastily unlock the front door and pull my bag and jacket off before hurrying upstairs. My dick is painfully hard and I go to grab at my bulge through my pants walking up the stairs, needing something on there. It doesn't have enough space in the pants, so I wrestle them off me after crashing into my room and locking the door.
"Aah, aah..."
The moans escape me as the cold air finally hits my dick and my hand closes around it, jerking furiously from the start. Kade's lips, his eyes watching me, his strong arms and that gorgeous ass all flash before my eyes as I pump up and down, needing to go again before the previous stroke has even finished.
I'm writhing on my bed half-dressed, trying to force the long-awaited orgasm out of my dick. A new string of moans escapes as I pull on my taut, heavy balls, just waiting to explode.
"Oh, Kade... aaaahah!"
Oh god, this is bad, this is so bad. It's all so frustrating, from the way he likes me to then hate me, from how he makes me the happiest but also the saddest, from how my body needs release but doesn't want it without him.
My dick twitches and leaks, and a string of precum is hanging from the head, begging to be let go off and to fall on the bedspread. Oh god, I want to fuck Kade, I want to be in him so bad. He'd be so good too, I know he would, experienced or not. His tight ass would squeeze my cock, begging for my cum, and I'd give it to him over and over again.
I want to let my hands roam his large form, watch as his body crumbles with pleasure, pleasure that I've given. I want to hear him cry out, to grasp my back, to entwine his legs around my waist to keep me inside him.
Or... would he want to top?
The thought makes my insistent jerking slow for a moment before my dick screams for attention and I pick up the pace. I'd always liked fucking guys who we larger than me; there was nothing better than seeing a large gym bro fall apart on my dick, reduced to a whining cockslut, just for me.
But Kade wouldn't want to do that, to be that.
Definitely not a bottom, and most certainly not someone who liked being called a cockslut.
No, he'd want to top.
My imagination runs wild with the idea, as if us being together wasn't enough, and I find it slightly disturbing, but also exhilarating. The idea of having him on me, in me, groaning and unintelligible with pleasure while I whispered naughty things to him...
"Oh, god...", I groan, pulling harder on my balls. I'd ask him to move faster, harder, to take me deeper, over and over again. Like all good bottoms, I'd tell him how good he was fucking me, how much I loved his dick.
And he'd love it too, buried deep inside me. His hips would probably start moving on their own, mindlessly chasing the pleasure like a dumb pup.
Like a werewolf in heat.
"Oh! Oh, fuck, fuck...!", I groan, feeling my climax close in on me. He'd fuck me so good too, not because he knew how to, but because it was him, and I couldn't imagine Kade's touch on my body being anything but delicious. Maybe he'd let me taste him, and after he came in me, I could flip us over and fuck him hard till I came inside him.
"Aah, aaah, ooh!"
My dick jerks with a mind-blowing pleasure and ropes of thick cum fly all over my chest, exploding with its intensity. I keep jerking as my orgasm goes on, moaning loudly, but soon have to stop as the oversensitivity kicks in.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart, but it's like a fog has settled over my mind and it's refusing to give way. All thoughts other than that of Kade, fucking me or taking my dick, are chased off, and my dick barely even goes down before it hardens again.
I start stroking it slowly, twitching at the pleasure. Just as an experiment, I let the hand previously on my balls trail back and sneak around my hip, slowly pressing into the perineum before I move it back to push lightly on my rim. I shudder at the sensation, not sure if it's pleasure or not, but continue to stroke my dick as I push down.
I briefly consider getting the prostate massager out, but I've never had anything in my ass before - it's probably not good to start there right away. I pause to grab some lube though, and I make sure to coat my finger in plenty of it before returning to my hole.
Through careful ministration, I jerk my hard dick and slowly, slowly push harder on my hole until it gives way and my finger slips in to the first knuckle. It's warm and soft, but it burns slightly and the pressure on my finger is hard. I leave it there as I keep stroking, letting my ass get used to the stretch before pushing in more.
My jerking gets faster as more and more of my finger enters me, and I try moving it around a bit. It still burns, but the entry is smooth and it doesn't feel unpleasant. I know roughly where the prostate is supposed to be, from fucking other guys that is, but it's harder than I thought to find it on yourself.
I try to adjust how I'm laying because my arm is falling asleep, and that somehow does it. My muscles tense as I try moving so I'm standing on my knees with my shoulders in the mattress, and the movement must've directed my finger to the right spot because a loud moan exits me as a boom of pleasure erupts from inside.
I try wiggling my finger around on the soft, fleshy thing that must be my prostate, and a radiating warmth coupled with pressurized pleasure takes form. My dick goes rock hard, even harder than before, and a dribble of cum escapes the head as I rub my insides.
I've never felt this specific pleasure before, and it's a mind-fuck. It's not centered around my dick, but literally inside my pelvis, deep in my body.
Working my finger back and forth is menacing, and the speed at which I'm jerking increases, if only slightly. It's harder than I thought, to jerk off and try to touch your prostate at the same time.
What feels like an orgasm, or similar to one, starts to build in my prostate, literally inside me (can't get over that part), and it feels weird in combination with the pleasure from my dick. It's the same, but different, and it takes my focus from my cock while at the same time elevating the feeling.
An odd fullness starts to push on my urethra, and for a moment I get scared that I'm about to pee myself. Luckily, that proves to not be the case as I push down on my prostate once more, in the exact right spot, and my orgasm slams into me.
A warm rush of fluid travels from my finger to my dick and it starts shooting cum, making my legs buckle so I almost fall down on the bed. Wave after wave of pleasure smashes into my groin, flowing through my body as my hips jerk and I scream out my pleasure.
"Aaah! Oh shit, oh god, oh fuck, yes, yes, yes!"
The pleasure seems to be never-ending and I can't stop pulling on my dick and furiously pounding my insides, trying desperately to get more of it. I keep coming and coming, more than I thought was possible for a second load, but I can't do anything but wish for more, more, more!
My whole body is convulsing, twitching with the force of my orgasm as my hands come to a standstill, and I stay unmoving for a good minute, feeling the waves of pleasure go through my body.
I'm quivering and gasping for air, spent beyond what I've ever experienced before. I manage to tilt my body and lay down properly, on the side of my mess, and slowly remove my finger.
Maybe I wasn't as opposed to bottoming as I'd thought. And if a finger felt that good, I couldn't imagine what Kade's dick would do to me.
I just heard someone call the prostate a shitoris and I'm dying😂
Anyone figure out the hint in the title yet?
I like smut as much as anyone, but I don't like it interfering with the plot or hindering the story progression. It'll probably be more commonly occurring from now on, but I can't promise anything.
It's like, I don't want to write a sex scene between Kash and Kade before they've reached that point in their relationship, you know?
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this weeks chapter, and that you make sure to check out "Kade" for some extra schmexy time;)
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Kashmir [BxB]
Roman d'amourKashmir Harris is a 18-year-old incubus, on the cusp of switching diet from food to... you know, that other stuff. Going into his senior year of high school, he didn't expect much besides switching up his meal plan - until he met Kade. The handsome...