Taming Each Other 16

Cash’s POV
⚠️Smut⚠️

“Sasha Leonard? Umm… she’s in our English class, brown hair, brown eyes, taller than an average girl… and you, but not that tall,” he nodded, but looked… sad… as I identified the girl he asked me about.

“Yeah, umm, I kinda promised her that I would help her try to date you and that I would talk with you about it over the weekend, so, do you think that you could play along with me when I say I did?”

“I guess, but why do you care? And why didn’t she just come to me directly? And why did she go through you of all people?”

“She has… she knows I’m gay,” WHAT! “And I think she’s going to expose me to the entire school and my parents if I don’t help her. She has proof of one of my ex-boyfriends, Max,” from the park phone call? “And I don’t really know why she wanted my help. Something about thinking we were closer than we are.”

“First things first. YOU’RE GAY! What the fuck? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You mean,” he paled and started hyperventilating, “I thought Jo would’ve told you I was after all that questioning.”

“She wouldn’t ever make someone come out like that,” I put my hand in his cheek and scooted closer to try and calm him down, “Which brings me to the next topic. Why would I ever want to go out with a bitch who threatened to expose you like that? It’s not ok.”

“Well, it’s not like I was really planning on telling you that she was going to.”

“And lastly I don’t know who this Max is, but hopefully one day you will tell me,” he smiled softly at me those beautiful dimples showing slightly and there was want in his eyes, “is there any particular reason… other than the whole blackmail thing… that you don’t want to help Sasha get together with me?” I leaned slightly closer to where he wouldn’t notice immediately.

Panic rises in his eyes again and he quickly looked down. He’s never been this shy with me before, “well… umm… I just… she…” I don’t know if it was because of the glasses of whiskey I had before Royal came to the door, but he looked so much more… Royal than usual, “you see,” he started up again, “I didn’t want to help her because… she doesn’t… deserve… you,” he looked up at me with a look of innocence in his eyes and I couldn’t take it anymore.

Downing the rest of my whiskey, that I had been drinking slowly I captured his lips on mine. Hard. We both tasted of different types of alcohol obviously both drunk. But that didn’t deter me I pushed him backwards on the couch not letting our lips separate.

I felt a pull at my shirt and quickly pulled it off after that I kissed him again. I tried to undo his shirt calmly, but this shirt had way too much going on so I ended up ripping it open and attacking his neck.

“That shirt was expensive,” he moaned slightly out of breath.

“I’ll get you a new one,” I lifted him up enough to pull the shirt off and started kissing and biting his neck.

He was about to say something else before I found his sweet spot. The moan that he couldn’t keep in got rid of the rest of my self control. I pulled my shorts off quickly followed by his pair of sweats leaving both of us in just our underwear boners exposed.

I sucked on his sweet spot for a while before attacking one of his nipples with my tongue and teeth pinching at the other one. I moved to where my thigh was pushing up against his boner and then he started begging, “please, please, CASH!”

“Patience, baby,” he moaned louder.

I moved from his nipples and started to kiss the scars going all across his chest. I know scars pretty well. I even had a couple myself, but these scars were obviously inflicted by someone. That was a conversation for when we were a lot less horny and drunk. I started to suck on his abs when I finally put my hand inside of his underwear stroking his member rubbing my thumb across his tip.

“CA-CASH PLEASE PLEASE FUCK ME! CASH!” His moans made my own dick throb harder. I couldn’t deny him anymore I took the last layer of clothes off both of us while not taking my lips off of his.

I finally parted from him searching for a condom and lube. “Shit!”

“What?” He was so beautiful. The hair that he styled after football practice getting ruined and his face red. His eyes filled with lust and insecurities.

“I wanna fuck you so badly,” I reassured him, “but I don’t have any condoms or lube.”

“You’re a virgin?”

“No, but not everyone always has items to fuck on them,” I pushed my thigh against his dick to get back for that remark.

He moaned again and pointed at his jeans on the floor, “Lu-lube front pocket.”

“You expecting to fuck someone?” I teased while he whined when we separated.

“I bought it yesterday… and just shoved it into my pocket this morning… without paying attention,” I finally found it and walked back to him, “no condom..”

“You got diseases,” he looked offended.

“Fuck you, no, I’m that much of a whore.”

“Then I don’t give a fuck if you have a condom.”

I spread his legs and lied between them. Kissing him I opened the lube and squirted some on my fingers. Moving to his neck again I pushed I finger in and started pumping. Fuck! He was really tight. For being someone begging for my cock he’s obviously fucked more than been fucked. Or maybe he just hasn’t fucked a guy in a long time. After a lot more begging I pushed in a second and third finger to spread him properly as to not hurt him.

“FUUUUCK! CASH BENJAMIN HUGH! I SWEAR ON… SOMETHING! I DON’T KNOW! BUT IF YOU DON’T FUCK ME RIGHT NOW I’LL FIND SOMEONE WHO WILL!”

“Impatient ass,” despite my words I pulled my fingers out laughing at his whine, “you want my dick don’t you?”

“Mmm.”

I put probably way too much lube and slathered my cock with it as to not hurt him and finally pushed in, “Cash, hnnn, oh fuck, Cash.”

He wasn’t screaming anymore, but he was just has hot as before while I bottomed out inside of him. Pausing for a second to let him adjust I kissed his lips and started thrusting at first slow and then fast and hard. We sloppily kissed until I hit his prostate and he threw his head back. Instead of attacking his neck again. I stared at the beauty of Royal laying underneath me. I was never going to admit this to him, but when we were younger before we really became mortal enemies and I was figuring out that I was bisexual I dreamt of this very moment.

Attacking his prostate over and over again he finally screamed that he was going to cum. This made me go even harder which pushed him over the edge and after seeing that look when he did I came inside of him. I fucked as far as a could inside of him and then stayed there until I finished. Pulling out he looked at me very suggestively.

“Round two?” He was stroking both of our dicks quickly making them hard as I smiled at him and kissed him again.

Much to my surprise he flipped us over and lowered himself onto my dick. He started riding me merciless and when I caught a hold of my thoughts I started to meet his little bounces going further, faster, and harder.

Our moans filled the room as we went round after round. Finally we were both to exhausted to come anymore with his come covering both of our chests and mine dripping out of that beautiful hole of his onto the couch. We were both too drunk, on alcohol and sex, to think about what the consequences were of fucking on the couch, in the living room at all, or the fact that we hadn’t cleaned anything up, or that the bottle that was still open with two dirty glasses on the coffee table. So, after moving one of the pillows under Royal’s head and putting my head on his chest we both fell asleep.

Couple hours later – 6 PM

“Cash,” someone whispered my name.

“Hmm… nooo… five more minutes.”

“Cash!”

“Shut the fuck up I got a hangover,” I moaned out still not opening my eyes.

“CASH BENJAMIN HUGH!” I finally opened my eyes after I heard a groan from under me and remembered everything from earlier.

When I looked at who yelled at me I quickly sat up and there stood my Dad and Mom with Fern and Samuel staring directly at me. I quickly got up which didn’t help my hangover or hide the persons face who was laying underneath me anymore.

“Cash,” he moaned out as I frantically shook him awake, “fuck off.”

“Hi, Royal,” Fern giggled. She’s always had a small crush on him.

That made Royal’s eyes open.

“Kids, go to your rooms.”

“But mom…”

“What? This is hilarious.”

They both complained, but obliged as I tried to cover Royal’s body even more with mine.

“Get changed,” My dad spoke coldly, “then meet us in the kitchen.”

They walked out and we shared a look. Whatever was about to happen wasn’t going to be good. Royal who was usually naturally tanner than most would think because of his blonde hair was as white as snow right now telling me one thing: he was terrified.

“Fuck.”