Chapter 34
Chapter Thirty-Four
Seth
We burst through the door of my apartment, his lips never leaving mine. The clunk of one of his shoes hitting a wall tips up the corners of my lips. I never thought I’d get the chance to be annoyed by him and his slovenly behavior again.
Ripley catches on, a laugh bubbling out of him. “Wow, you really are obsessed with me.”
“Shut up, take your clothes off,” I tell him as I push him away, slipping out of my own shoes.
The smirk on his face is infectious as he hastily pulls off his shirt, skewing his glasses in the process.
“Goddamn, you’re a fucking masterpiece, Ripley.
” It’s a thought I’ve had before—many times—but I’ve never said the words out loud; I’ve never felt safe enough to tell him.
The truth is: I am obsessed. I am willfully and completely obsessed with this man. One day I’ll admit it to him, but not tonight. I don’t want to give him too much power too soon, it’ll only go to his head.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he says as he tosses his shirt onto the couch. His eyes dart to where my hands unbutton mine, my chest hair peeking out of the top. He stumbles backwards as he shucks off his pants and throws them in the direction of his shirt, but they hit the ground instead.
“Oops,” he says with a fake grimace, taunting me.
“Don’t worry, you’ll pay for the mess you’re making.”
“You promise?” he teases.
I reach the last button, my shirt slipping off my shoulders. I make a show of draping it over a chair instead of tossing it like he did.
Ripley rolls his eyes, but there’s a small smile pulling up his lips. I think he secretly likes how neurotic I am as much as I secretly like how chaotic he is. We balance each other in a way neither of us ever saw coming.
His back hits the doorframe of my room, and he stops.
He’s practically vibrating in his skin, but I let him wait a little longer.
I’ve undone my pants, but they’re still hugging my hips as I prowl toward him, raking my eyes down his body.
Once I reach the entrance to my room, I push against him, pressing his back farther into the doorframe.
My hands instinctively land on his hips, and I lean in to nip at his neck.
Ripley’s moan fills the hallway as I suck on the delicate flesh, moving my palms down his thighs then back up to his asscheeks. I messily bring my mouth back to his, pressing on the seam of his lips with my tongue, desperate for him to open.
My cock is so hard it’s almost painful.
We’re both panting already as I pull away from him. Ripley whimpers, and I have to stop myself from coming at the sound alone.
“Bathroom. Now,” I demand.
“Bathroom?” he questions.
“You traveled all day. There’s no way you’re getting in my bed without a shower first,” I tell him as I nudge him toward my room where the en suite is. He tries to walk back toward the living room, and I grab his wrist to stop him. “Where are you going?”
“To grab a change of clothes from my bag?” he says, but it comes out as more of a question than a statement.
I pull him closer to me, leaning in to whisper into his ear, “Clothes won’t be necessary.” Then I shove him toward the bathroom and slap his ass for good measure. “Be quick now, pretty boy.”
His jaw drops in shock, but he shuffles away. A minute later, the shower turns on, and I take the little alone time I have to calm my nerves and my libido.
Within three minutes, he’s out of the shower, and sounds of him drying off and almost falling, along with some colorful cursing, echo from the tiled room.
Seconds later, he’s walking out, naked with only his glasses on. His cock is half-hard, and water drips from his hair onto his chest, sliding lower down his torso. I want to lick every single drop of water from his body, drive him crazy, but I hold back.
“Get on the bed.” Standing from where I was perched on the edge of the mattress, I look him in the eye.
“You’re being bossier than usual tonight,” he chides like the brat he is. He sits and scoots back on the bed.
“Turn around.” He spins, placing his glasses on the bedside table before sitting back on his haunches, then looks over his shoulder at me for the next directive. “On all fours.”
There’s no hesitation in his movements, no second-guessing my demands, and my mouth waters at the sight of his ass up in the air. Fuck, he’s so perfect.
I lean in, running my nose down the seam of his ass still damp from the shower, inhaling the scent of him mixed with my bodywash. Precum leaks from the tip of my cock as my tongue juts out to taste him.
I start at his taint and make my way up to his hole, rimming the tight muscle. He squirms as I push my tongue in the slightest bit, just enough to tease him.
He doesn’t know what I have planned for tonight. It’s something I’ve never tried before, and I’m actively trying not to focus on how nervous I am.
I grab onto his hips, pulling him closer to me as I sink my tongue in deeper. His moans get louder with every second, and just when I think he’s getting close, I pull away.
“Fuck, Seth. Why’d you stop?” he whines as I pat the side of his ass.
“Come here,” I say instead of answering his question. I want to see the look on his face when I ask. Despite my own nerves, I know this will only bring us closer. I want to be closer to him than anyone else in this world.
He scrambles around until we’re face to face again, my mouth on his with more fervor than ever before. My pants are still on, but my erection is pushing against the seam, begging to be released.
I run my hands through his wet, curly locks, leaning my forehead against his. Water drips from his hair onto the bed and my pants. “I umm…” I trail off then clear my throat to try again. “I want you to fuck me.”
The words are freeing. I’ve never let any man fuck me. In some convoluted way, I thought if I was the only one doing the fucking, I could still pretend I was straight. Which is fucked, I know. I blame my dad.
Also the control; the idea of bottoming always left me feeling vulnerable. I’m all in with Ripley though. I want him to know every piece of me and hope he accepts it. I hope he knows this is me giving him a part of myself, a part no one else has ever had.
“You—oh my God, really?” Surprise is written all over his face. I nod my head, not sure I can get the words out to speak. “Holy fuck. I’ve been waiting four years for this moment.”
A nervous chuckle falls from my lips. It’s insane to think we’ve been doing this for as long as we have.
And if I’m honest with myself, I think I’ve loved him the entire time.
Not as much as I do now, it was impossible in those first few years; I barely knew him, but there was always something special between us, a spark I couldn’t ignore.
I take a deep breath, centering myself to calm my nerves. Ripley reaches down and palms my cock through my pants.
“Let’s get these off,” he says as he pushes down the waistband. Once they’re past my hips, they fall to the floor, and I step out of them. I’m left in my briefs. Ripley whistles at the sight. “Have I ever told you how much I love your slutty, little underwear?”
My cheeks heat. “Shut up, they’re good for running.”
“Oh, I am not complaining,” he says as he pulls my cock from the material. With how much precum is beading at the tip, I’m not sure how long I’ll last once we get started.
“How do you want me?” I ask him, for once hoping he’ll take the lead.
I want to give him the control I crave. I want to lose myself in him without having to think about the next move.
Never in my life did I think it would sound appealing, but the night at the distillery…
well, it changed everything for me. I’d given him twenty seconds of control, but it was enough to have me hooked and wanting more.
“Let’s start ass up, face down, then once you’re relaxed, we can switch it up.”
I push my underwear down the rest of the way, tossing them into the dirty clothes bin in the corner before crawling onto the bed.
“Oof, the crawling is really doing it for me,” Ripley says as I’m leaning over to the bedside drawer to grab the lube and a few condoms. I toss them onto the bed for him then scoot closer to the edge, getting into the position he requested.
“Don’t get used to it.” I take another deep breath, switching between extremely turned on and wildly nervous.
“Yeah, yeah.”
The click of the bottle is the only warning I get before Ripley’s finger pushes into me a moment later. “Oh, fuuuuck,” I moan, mainly from the surprise alone. It was smart, he didn’t give me time to overthink what was about to happen.
He’s played with my hole before, but he’s never touched me with the intention to prep me for more—for him. The faster he goes, the more my heart races, and before I know it, he’s three fingers deep, and I’m pushing into him for more.
“That feels—fuck. Feels so good, baby,” I choke out between pants.
“Fuck, Seth, this has me so hard. Please tell me you’re ready.”
“I’m—yes. Just yes.”
I’m suddenly empty, but I hear the rip of a condom wrapper right before he sheaths it onto his cock then slathers himself with lube.
“Last chance to change your mind, ” he says as he nudges my hole with the head of his dick. “But please don’t.”
“Shut up, and fuck me, Ripley.” He grabs my hips, hard enough to bruise, and sinks into me inch by inch.
Our moans harmonize as I stretch around his length. I’m biting down on my lip so hard, I wouldn’t be surprised if the taste of blood floods my mouth.
“Oh—oh, fuck, Rip—”
He stops, and I don’t know if he’s halfway in, all the way in, or only a couple of inches. His heavy breaths fill the room as he asks, “Are you okay?”
“Keep—keep going.” He hesitates for another moment. “Please,” I add, but it comes out raspier than usual.
Ripley groans. “My God, Seth, you cannot whimper like that, I’ll blow my load before I even get to fuck you.”