Chapter 21
Paige
I t has been a couple of weeks since our first date, and Seth hasn’t asked me out again. We have been flirting like crazy and making out like two teenagers when we do manage to find an hour here or there to spend together, but the fight at Clint’s has left me a little all over the place.
I haven’t dated for a while, but I don’t remember it being this hard, especially since I am physically attracted to him. I decide to take matters into my own hands and cook him dinner. Keeping it simple, I went with spaghetti and salad. It has been a while since I have cooked for anyone, but it is one of the few things my mother taught us that isn’t completely useless.
I set the table and light a few candles. I want to make my intentions clear and determine whether this whole thing has the potential for a serious relationship.
I roll my shoulders while turning on the oven when I hear a knock on the door. I smile and head over to the door in my favorite pink dress, taking off the apron I have been using. Tossing it towards the island before heading to the door.
Seth looks sexy with his long blonde hair slicked back and that fuck me smile plastered across his face. Those gem-like blue eyes are rolling over every bit of me. I lean into the door and bob my lashes.
“Hungry?” I ask, heavy with lust.
“Starved,” he says like a whisper on my lips, and the horny teenager in me suddenly can’t control herself. Grabbing him by the collar of his shirt, I smash my lips to his. Forcing us back against the door frame, he feeds into it as a growl escapes his lips.
I pull him into the house, unbuckling his belt as he pulls at the straps of my dress before hesitating. It’s enough hesitation that I still my hands and pull away. Not sure what’s happening, I straighten. Seth sighs out of frustration.
Deciding not to push, I walk toward the wine and grab the glasses, pouring a little heavy-handed for both of us. Seth watches my every move before sipping the wine and sitting at the nearby island barstool. I try to calm my racing mind, but I am unsure why he has pulled away.
“I just need a minute, gorgeous,” Seth says softly before chugging his glass of wine.
I tried to focus. I went over to grab an open wine bottle and topped off my glass before grabbing the garlic bread and throwing it in the oven.
I may have been slightly pissed and slamming things as I move along. Seth’s hands find my hips, and he pulls me towards him, placing a kiss on the side of my head.
“I just need a minute. I promise,” Seth says before pulling away from me again.
I take a sip of my drink to steady myself and grab my phone, scrolling through social media. I roll my shoulders and head toward the couch, turning something on the TV to distract me since I am already over my phone.
Seth follows behind with his wine and sits beside me on the couch as I begin to channel surf without saying a word. Finally, he looks over and chuckles as I refuse to focus on him.
“Gorgeous,” Seth says.
I roll my eyes in response and laugh, annoyed, before he says my name.
“Paige.”
I let out a frustrated sigh and look at him. Dammit if his smile isn’t perfect. He forces me to focus on him, taking both sides of my face.
“It was a little too fast. I know it might sound crazy, but it was too fast.”
His gaze is intense, and I know he is attempting to show me something. Part of me knows if he doesn’t care, he would have fucked me already. I lean back slightly, and he wraps his arm around me.
I remain still as he presses his lips to mine again before kissing me roughly, somehow contradicting everything he says. I don’t care. I feed into it and refuse to be stopped this time.
I waste no time feverishly unbuckling his belt before gripping his hard cock. He moans his approval as I pump him in my hand. He bucks his hips in response before I push him back against the couch, dropping to my knees. Seth chuckles deep in his throat, and I don’t hide my smile as I pull his rather pretty cock from his boxers. I waste no time taking him into my mouth. Inch by very slow inch.
Seth rolls his head back and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear before biting his lip. It causes something to snap in me, and I take him fully from tip to base. Sucking in pulses as I repeat the motion over and over. He tastes even better than I imagined, and I want more. I work under his shirt, scratching my nails into his chest. He puts one of his hands at the nape of my neck and pulls my hair just enough to open my throat more. Taking him deeper than before.
I can’t help but moan, reaching down and playing with myself as I cup his balls with my other hand. I somehow manage to fuck myself, and Seth works my throat deep. I come up to the tip and make sure to capture his focus as I take his full length again. His hips roll in approval, meeting thrust for thrust. I am so turned on I don’t object when Seth lifts me to stand before laying on the couch.
“You can’t be the only one having fun,” he purrs with a shit-eating grin, and I waste no time removing my panties and straddling his face before taking his cock in my mouth again. Working in tandem, our moans fill the space as he begins to sink a finger into me, and it sends me quickly over the edge. Greedily sucking as I find my release. He moans into my pussy, and I swallow every bit of what he gives me. Lingering a few strokes before feeling somewhat satisfied.
The chiming of the kitchen timer sounds, and I finally take Seth’s cock out of my mouth before standing from the couch. As I go to pull on my underwear, I hear the front door open and scramble to pull down my dress and not look like I just face fucked Seth on the couch.
Seth tucks his cock away rather quickly, and I walk straight towards the kitchen, attempting to remain as calm as possible. Chris’s eyes dance between Seth and me, and I can’t help but blush. Bre looks over at Seth and rolls her eyes.
I just focus on taking everything out of the oven and setting it on the counter, knowing the guilt of almost getting caught with my literal ass hole out is fueling every bit of my self-conscience.
“So, what were you two doing?” Chris says with a wink, and I am mortified. Bre smacks Chris’s chest as I walk over and grab my glass of wine from the coffee table, chugging what is left in the glass. Seth has managed to peel himself off the couch, and I look at Seth before he laughs. I walk over to him and kiss him on the cheek.
“Next time, please take it in the bedroom. We entertain on that couch.”
Bre’s disgusted look is worth the humiliation of them almost walking in.
“Anyways, I am glad you are both here because we can plan Paige’s birthday party.”
A different kind of anxiety fills every bit of my body, knowing this is something I will never be able to talk my sister out of.