Ringing In 2015 - Blake and Ben (Part 13, 2 of 2) - Sex Stories

Ringing In 2015 - Blake and Ben (Part 13, 2 of 2)

... laughing at something Caden just said. Whew! Thank God! Just looking at Ben makes me miss him. Knowing he's right over there and I'm not by his side. I shrug it off. Now's not the time. I turn my full attention back to Nyx. He bumps his ass into my crotch a little roughly, then rubs it back and forth. I don't know how much more "stimulation" I'll be able to take. He wants to return the favor, huh? I can do the same. I slowly slide my hand down his stomach, just like he "helped" me do a moment ago. I reach his belt line and keep going. I slowly find his cock. It's just as hard as mine. I grab it and slowly stroke it through his jeans. My head is still nuzzled against his. Damn, he looks cute in my hat. I bring my mouth to the nape of his neck and slowly begin to kiss it. My other hand moves from his waist, up to his chest. I notice his breathing is deep and slightly labored. I take my mouth off his neck and bring it to his ear. "How's that for returning the favor," I say, with a smile in my voice. Just then, my favorite lyric of the song comes on, the background beat goes silent as Chris Brown and a majority of us at the party shout: "GOT YOUR BITCH! I'M THAT NIGGA!" As I yell this, I release my grip on Nyx's crotch, raise that hand in the air and thrust into Nyx. The chorus comes back into play, and I return to strictly dancing with Nyx, placing both hands on his hips. I still can't help but flirt with him. I spin my hat backwards on his head. Much better, I think to myself. ...

... The song fades out and comes to an end. A majority of the people begin to leave the center of the living room, to go find a place to sit as I back away from Nyx. He turns around to face me. There's something in his eyes. Something different. Different, but good. He takes my hat off his head and begins to hand it back to me. With my right hand I run my fingers through my hair. I place my left hand out in front of me, shaking my head. "No, you keep it, Nyx. Keep it, so you don't forget about me." I smile, even though the thought of him possibly forgetting me hurts like hell. I fake smile through it, take a deep breath, and try to bring both of us back to reality. "Should we see what those two laughing hyenas over there," I point, with my thumb, over at Caden and Nyx in the kitchen, still laughing about something, "are laughing about?" Nyx How am I just supposed to walk over to the kitchen, where there's lights, where you can definitely tell that I'm "up and at 'em" down below? Blake stroking me didn't help, either. Not that I'm complaining. He definitely knows how to stroke a cock. I slide his hat back over my head, too ecstatic that he's told me to keep it, and follow him into the kitchen. I can't stop grinning like a stupid motherfucker, and for some reason I laugh quietly. Blake looks back at me, and I can't keep my smile hidden. I clamp down on my ring, wink at him. We enter the kitchen, and Blake immediately slides into Ben's arms who, I find adorably sexy, lifts his boy ...