Chapter Twenty-Three #2
“Number five,” I say as I straddle his lap. His eyes widen, but he doesn’t push me off. His hands come up to my hips, his fingertips digging in to hold me in place. “Nothing but water can be added to the bourbon, and that’s only to lower the proof.”
I take a sip, churning it in my mouth. “You have to chew it, feel it all over your palate to get all the flavors. It’s a myth that different parts of your tongue taste different flavors like bitter, sweet, et cetera, you know?
” I look at the small snifter in my hand, swirling it, enjoying watching the legs run down the glass. “Here, try it for yourself.”
I lift the glass to my lips again and draw in a large sip. Grabbing his hair with my other hand, I yank Seth’s head back. He opens his mouth with a small gasp, from the pain or the surprise of the move, I’m not sure.
Fucking perfect.
I lean over his face, my eyes on his as I let the alcohol drip from my mouth to his. His eyes widen, but he swallows it down and opens his lips for more. I smirk and devour them, licking into his mouth as if I’m chasing the bourbon down.
With my eyes closed, I place the glass on the table and thread the fingers of both my hands through his hair, gripping tight. He moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound as I hold his head in place, moving it this way and that every so often to get a better angle. I’m so fucking greedy for him.
I can’t get deep enough. I want to be the bourbon on his tongue, flowing down his throat and into his stomach, flooding his bloodstream, making him flush and feel good from the inside out.
After getting lost in the most intoxicating kiss of my life, I pull back. “How’s that taste?”
Seth’s eyes flutter open; they’re glazed over, and his pupils are blown.
His hair is mussed from my fingers; his lips are swollen, glistening with our spit and matching the pink of his cheeks.
There’s something about seeing him completely undone, this man who always has it together, always in charge.
A drop of bourbon slides down his chin, and I track it with my eyes. I can’t resist leaning down and slowly licking it up, my tongue scraping across his stubble before finding the inside of his mouth again.
Without tearing our lips apart, I climb off Seth’s lap and drop to my knees.
He leans forward to follow me, unwilling to let go of me.
By feel alone, I unbuckle his belt, undo the button, and open his fly.
He shifts just enough for me to drag his pants down to pool at his feet.
His cock is already hard, twitching in anticipation.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans when I pull my lips away from his, straight onto his dick. The velvety skin at the tip is hot and salty with his arousal. It’s hard as stone and pulses when I take him all the way to the back of my throat.
I bob up and down a few times then push my glasses up my nose as I glance at him. Fuck, he’s beautiful, ruined but still powerful, messy but in control.
“You’re perfect on your knees, pretty boy. God, yes,” he murmurs. He leans his head back, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob on a swallow.
Pulling off to take a breath, I say, “Fuck my face, make me gag, West.” Seth snaps his head up, fire in his eyes, right before he grasps my head with both hands and does exactly as I ask, all the while praising my mouth, my tongue, me.
“So messy, taking it all.” His groaned words unleash a buzz in my veins while I gag and slobber all over him. Spit coats my chin and dribbles onto his balls. I should be grossed out, but all I can think about is his cock and having his cum join the saliva in my mouth.
My cock aches behind my fly, and while Seth uses me, I undo my pants to pull it out. I’m two strokes in when he pauses all movement and says, “Stop.” He pushes my head back so our gazes meet. “That’s mine. Take off your pants and get yourself ready. There’s lube in my pocket.”
I smirk. “Did you go out and buy travel lube just for me?”
“No.” He blushes. “I grabbed it from your dresser before I left this morning.”
“Good boy,” I say, half-joking, as I kick off my shoes and quickly push my pants to my knees. His blush spreads farther down his neck, and I note I’m not the only one who loves a little praise with his pleasure. I’ll have to remember that for later.
Though I’d love to see how far the crimson travelled, I don’t waste time, finding the lube packets, ripping one open, and coating my fingers. I take him back into my mouth just as one of my fingers finds my hole. I continue to drive Seth wild with my tongue as I prep myself.
“Get up here. Ride me,” he commands. I’m not elegant or smooth as I climb up to straddle him, shedding my pants on the way.
As if from thin air, he produces a condom, and I help slip it on. Then, I line him up with my stretched hole and sink down, breathing through the burn. It takes a few moments, but I finally impale myself. And holy fuck, I feel full.
I rest my forehead to Seth’s as we trade breaths, eyes locked.
It’s been so long since we’ve fucked face to face, and it’s the first time I know who he actually is.
Somehow this feels important. My chest seizes, my breath hitching.
I’m three seconds away from a small mental breakdown with the mess of feelings coiling inside me.
As if reading my mind, Seth breaks the spell and pulls back just a fraction of an inch, sliding my T-shirt over my head before digging his fingers into my hips.
“Fuck, you’re so tight like this, pretty boy.
” His words are little more than a whisper, and I know he’s holding back, waiting for me to be ready.
Swallowing down the tangle of emotions, I start to move, feeling his girth glide in and out.
I roll my hips until the head of his cock hits my prostate just right every time I slide down his shaft.
It’s fucking magical, and he’s literally fucking all thoughts and anxiety out of me.
Closing my eyes, stars burst on the backs of my eyelids with every movement, and I feel a jolt all the way down to my toes.
I focus on each sensation. His cock inside me, reaching parts of me I can never get with my toys.
The brush of his clothes against my naked skin, adding new friction with each shift of my body.
The slide of his soft hair between my fingers, I love how he lets out a small gasp every time I put some tension on the strands.
The chair beneath us creaks and groans, but I don’t care. We’re the only ones here, and even if we weren’t, an audience wouldn’t stop me now.
With my eyes still closed, I feel like an exposed nerve, overly sensitive and stretched thin.
Seth’s lips leave wet kisses on my chest, my nipples, the sensations going straight to the head of my cock—my poor neglected cock that’s weeping sad, little tears of cum all over Seth’s buttondown, calling for attention.
As he takes a nipple into his mouth again, a shock runs through me, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. Then he moves to the skin right beside it, sucking hard. I’m so lost in him, but I feel the blood rushing to the spot, the hickey forming. I can’t fucking wait to see it.
I grip his shoulders, grinding faster, drawing a downright fucking feral sound from him. Seth only lets this go on for a few minutes before his grip turns bruising, and he slows me down.
“You’re fucking amazing, baby. But you have to slow down, I’m about to come.”
“That’s kind of the point.” I try to speed up again, but he won’t let me.
How is he so strong? Instead—and despite being a giant compared to him—he lifts me off his lap and turns me to face the table as he stands behind me.
A gentle but firm hand presses between my shoulder blades, and I lean forward, hissing when my overheated skin meets the cool metal surface.
Turning my head back, I watch as he unbuttons his shirt, his muscles coiling even under the fabric. I think he’s using the short break as a way to rein himself in, calm down before he does whatever filthy thing he has planned.
There’s a shuffling of clothes, and the next thing I know, his very naked, very warm skin is plastered to my back. His hard cock presses between my cheeks, teasing me. I chase him by pushing back, trying to get him back inside me.
Smack!
A small, surprised—yet still dignified, obviously—“ah” squeaks out of me. My left asscheek burns under his palm.
“Don’t move,” he says, and then his body heat disappears right before he manhandles one of my thighs up so my knee rests on the table. I’m wide open to the air, to him, and he takes advantage of the position when I feel this slick tongue on my rim.
“Fuuuuuck,” I groan and plant my forehead on the table with a thud.
The stubble on his face scratches at my sensitive crease. This might be the worst place for beard-burn, but I can’t find it in me to care right now; that’s a future-Ripley problem. Current-Ripley wants to reach back, grab his head, and push him deeper, make him go harder.
The obscene sounds he makes as he laps at my hole and spears his tongue into me have my cock leaking from where it hangs heavy between my legs. I imagine my precum is oozing toward the floor, creating a small puddle, an offering to the sex god that is Seth Cassidy.
I’m shaking out of my skin by the time he stops. Seth stands and drags his tongue all the way up my back. I imagine it gathering up the small beads of sweat and salt that have collected in the furrow of my spine as he goes. It leaves a wet chill in its wake all the way up my spine, and I shiver.
Without warning, he slams back into me. I can’t do anything but grab on to the edge and pray the table holds against his punishing rhythm. With my knee on the table, he’s going deeper than before, filling me up further, pushing me to my limits. I meet every one of his thrusts.
“Fuck yeah, back up on to it. Good boy,” he groans.
Clenching at his filthy praise, I’m lost to the way he’s sliding in and out of me, to his fingers on my hips, leaving bruises I’ll cherish in the morning, to the wild sounds we’re both making that echo in the cavernous space.
Seth reaches around me and strokes my now-painful cock, feeling the sticky evidence of my arousal practically streaming out of the tip.
“You’re so fucking messy, my pretty boy.”
“I know, I’d love to make a bigger mess,” I groan, my bratty side coming out to play. “You know, whenever you’re ready.”
He chuckles but starts thrusting faster, his hand tightening around me as it shuttles up and down my cock.
It only takes another minute before I’m coming hard, thick spurts painting the floor by our feet.
Seth isn’t too far behind with a full-on growl that sends a shiver down my spine.
We stay like that for a few moments, syncing up our breathing.
Then, I feel him press a gentle kiss to the back of my neck, calling up goosebumps that spread down my arms.
“C’mon, baby. Let’s clean up and go home,” he murmurs into my skin.
Home. Fuck, that sounds so fucking good from his lips.
I think back to a few other whispered words that sounded really fucking good coming from him. I keep having to remind myself what he said while feverish and sick doesn’t mean anything.
But I don’t know how to turn off the hope they were real.