18. Eighteen
Eighteen
Tyler
Seth gathers up the rest of the papers from the bed and sets them with my laptop on the nightstand. “I think you’ve studied enough for the night,” he tells me. I close the distance between us, pressing my lips to his. Seth moans as I use my body to push him back on my bed until he’s lying down. Seth looks at me, waiting for my next move.
I know I was the one pushing for it, but now I feel a little on edge. I’ve never done this before, and what if I’m terrible?
“Hey, no rush. If you’re not into it anymore, we can do something else,” Seth offers.
Damn him for being so understanding.
“I don’t want to stop.” I strip off my shirt, tossing it behind me. My hands go to his jeans, popping the button open and pulling down the zipper. He’s already half hard, tenting his boxers. Seeing his excitement pushes me forward. “Let’s get these clothes out of the way.” Seth lifts his hips, letting me pull off his pants and underwear. Then it’s just me, leaning over him and staring at his dick. I can do this.
With my hand wrapped around the base of his erection, I lean in and hesitantly lick the tip. A drop of pre-cum hits my tongue. The salty taste is a bit different from what I’m used to, but it isn’t bad. I glance up at Seth and see him staring at me with half-lidded eyes, waiting for more. His breathing is hard and uneven, and I don’t know if it’s because of how turned on he is or because he wants me to get on with it already. Either way, I open my mouth wider, taking the head of his cock in. His skin feels silky under my hand as I stroke the part that isn’t in my mouth. I do my best to imitate what I like, moving my lips and tongue around the head as my hand glides over his shaft. I don’t think I could manage trying to deep throat without choking and making a fool of myself.
Seth moans, his hands moving to my head and tightening in my hair. I never would’ve guessed that hair pulling was on my list of turn-ons, but the sting of pressure sends a jolt straight to my dick. His hips move and my mouth pops off unintentionally. I move my lips closer, kissing any skin that’s close enough. His thigh, his balls, the base of his dick. Seth spreads his legs wider, lying back on the bed, and the new position gives me a clear view of his hole. It gives me an idea. My brain is thick with lust, so I don’t overthink it. I kiss lower, moving my lips to his ass and sucking on the pucker there as my tongue pushes in.
Seth lets out a startled moan and his hole puckers, drawing tighter. “Sorry,” I say as I pull back. “Probably should’ve asked first.” My cheeks heat up as I think about where I just had my lips.
“Not a bad moan,” he tells me with a chuckle. “I wasn’t expecting that, but it didn’t feel bad . You don’t have to stop. Or you can go back to sucking me off.”
I don’t know how to react to that. I’m not sure where this is going. It’s easier to respond with moving my mouth to his cock. It seems like the safer option. Seth’s hand tightens in my hair again, pulling me closer and encouraging me to take him deeper. “Relax,” he encourages me. “You’re doing great.” His words dissolve into another moan, and I start to believe him. My mouth slides lower, and his dick hits the back of my throat. Seth’s hand loosens its grip, giving me the choice of what comes next. I pull back, then suck him in again, getting a rhythm as I bob on his cock. “Fuck,” Seth cusses. “Not gonna take much if you keep that up.”
His words spur me on. I suck him deeper and this time when I feel the pressure at the back of my throat, I swallow and do my best to relax. I’m fighting the urge to pull away as Seth swears and his dick twitches in my mouth. Hot cum hits the back of my throat, and I jerk my head back enough to keep from choking on it. I’m swallowing down his release as the last few spurts hit my tongue.
“Damn,” Seth says when I pull away. “If that was only your first bj, I can’t wait to see how good you are with some experience.”
I’m pretty sure the comment is supposed to be casual and offhanded, but my brain takes it another way. He still wants to be doing this down the road. This is more than him helping me explore if he’s still around after I know what I’m doing. I shake off the thought. It’s best left for later when my dick isn’t begging for attention. Lying down next to Seth, his arm moves around my waist, pulling me closer. His lips press into mine, and my dick strains against the fabric of my underwear.
“You want help with that?” he asks, his hand trailing down my hip and closer to the fly of my boxers.
“Please?” I don’t know what it is about Seth that has me acting like this. His hands on my body have me blushing and stumbling over my words. Everything feels new again, even a simple hand job. He kisses from my lips down to my throat as his hand strokes my dick. He doesn’t even bother taking my boxers off, the fabric is bunched under my balls as he works me over. It takes an almost embarrassingly short amount of time before I’m ready to blow. “Seth,” I say, but before I can warn him, his lips cover mine in another kiss. I can’t help it. My orgasm rips through me, sending strings of cum all over his abs.
Seth curls into me, holding my body tightly to his. I press my lips to his, pecking light kisses again and again. He sighs, his arms loosening their grip. “I should probably clean up and get dressed.”
“No rush,” I tell him, placing my hand on his shoulder to keep Seth from leaving. “I mean, it’s late, you could stay.” The words rush out of my lips, and I almost take it back. Was it really only a few hours ago that I was thinking about calling this whole thing off and now I’m inviting Seth to sleep in my bed? That doesn’t exactly sound casual.
“You want me to sleep with you?” Seth asks, his eyebrow raising as he smirks.
I grab my pillow, smacking him lightly with it. “Not like that.” The way he phrased the question has me thinking about sex, and I’m pretty sure it was intentional. Especially when Seth laughs at my response before giving me another quick kiss.
“Okay, I’ll stay, but only because it’s late. You need sleep for your test tomorrow.” Seth slips out of bed and grabs my shirt from the floor, using it to clean up before he turns out the light and crawls into the bed with me. I’ve adjusted my boxers back into place, but Seth is still naked. He holds me in his arms, and I’m trying not to overthink it. I’m tired, but other than the occasional drunken one-night stand, I’ve never really done overnights. I’m usually more of a wham-bam-thank you, ma’am. It’s been years since I dated, and I’m starting to wonder why. We might be fooling ourselves by saying this is easy, no strings attached fun, but I don’t think either of us really believe that anymore. Especially after his date and agreeing that we’re exclusive.
Eventually I drift off, still thinking about Seth. I don’t know where we’re going from here. I know I like him, but graduation lurks in front of us like a ticking time bomb. Will I even see much of him after this season finishes? I don’t know how this ends well.
My legs are tangled in Seth’s when my eyes open again. Somehow, we’ve moved to snuggle together while we slept, and I’m the little spoon. My ass pressing against his morning wood. His teasing comment about sleeping with him last night pops into my head and even though I didn’t bother to take him seriously then, I’m thinking about it now. I get the basic logistics of sleeping with another guy, I’m just not sure how that would work for positions. So far, Seth has been the one leading most of the sex, but he also seemed fine with me rimming him. Would he let me fuck him? Or is he picturing things the other way around? Would I want him to fuck me?
“Mornin’,” Seth whispers in my ear before pressing a kiss to my neck.
“Do you want to fuck me?” The question blurts out of my lips before I can overthink it.
“Um … think I’m gonna need coffee before you hit me with big questions.” He shuffles out of bed, letting me go, grabbing his underwear off the floor and pulling them on.
“Sorry, just thinking. You can forget it,” I mumble.