Chapter 17 Weston
Weston
Sev’s usual brash attitude disappears as he steps into the shower with me.
I was terrified as I jogged up to the Daggers house front door.
But the moment I saw Sev I knew it was worth it.
It’s because he looks at me like that, now.
His eyes are half-lidded and he gives me eyes that make me feel like I’m his favorite thing in the world. Sev has a way of giving out attention that feels like a spotlight and I’m hopelessly addicted to it.
He’s quiet as he brings his hands to my shoulders, stroking over my skin under the hot spray of the water. His lips land on my neck as his torso pushes up against mine.
Warm.
So warm.
I was confident at the front door but now I’m letting him take the lead, leaning back on the cold tile of the shower.
He buries a hand in my hair as it gets wet, stroking his fingertips through it.
And he’s not trying to get off quick.
He’s taking his time.
My skin breaks out in goosebumps as he trails his fingertips over my nipples and then down my abs. I’m still breathing hard, like I never stopped to catch my breath after my run.
The water rushes around us, and finally, mercifully, I’m able to make myself move. I reach out to run my hands along his shoulders and down his arms, over the dark raven ink that used to scare me.
But he’s not brutal.
He’s gorgeous.
Why didn’t I see it before?
Why didn’t I see it the first day I ever met him?
Or maybe I did see it before, and it alchemized in my mind as some fucked up form of competition in my mind.
I had to hate him.
Because the alternative was becoming utterly and completely addicted to everything about him.
As he strokes his hand through the V-shape on my lower abs, I lean over toward the crook of his neck, burying my face just behind his ear where it meets his dark hair.
He’s grabbing body wash now.
I kiss his neck like he kissed mine, and the resulting soft moan I get out of him is like a drug. Body wash scent catches the air as he lathers, something ambery and warmly spiced, filling the shower stall as his palms land on my skin again.
I pull back for a moment and watch the water drops collecting on his dark lashes and in the space above his collarbone.
He’s wordless now, and so am I.
For once, I’m going to act like him.
I’m going to take what I can get. And I’m going to enjoy every fucking moment of it.
He washes my body clean, paying particular attention to my cock. Every stroke he lays on me with a lathered hand is perilously close to making me come, but he never squeezes hard enough or goes fast enough to push me to the edge.
When he sinks down to his knees in front of me I feel like I’m the one who’s in a hypnotized trance.
There’s a rubber mat at the bottom of the shower which must still be there from when Sev was injured, and it seems like he’s able to sit comfortably on it, rinsing away the last of the lather in the area.
His lips gently press all around my upper thighs and lower stomach, as he works his way around my cock.
And then his tongue laps along my tip and I groan too loud, breaking the silence of the last few minutes.
“Sev,” I utter.
“Perfect,” he whispers, almost so quietly I can’t hear him.
He gives my tip a firm suck. A ripple of sensation courses through my body, rushing from my legs all the way to the top of my head.
“Too close already,” I tell him. “Been close since you touched me outside.”
He seems to take that as a challenge.
I watch my cock disappear into his mouth and he takes me deep into his throat. God. I let out a low hum, gripping his hair again, plunged into sensation that pushes me far too close to the edge.
I can’t stop myself from bucking my hips forward a little.
Sevan seems to like that, too, because of course he does. He can’t even walk through a door without being hot as fuck.
I keep pushing my dick back over his tongue, feeling him lap over the ridge of my cockhead.
It’s the first time I’ve been in his mouth since our first night at the Zenith party.
A different world.
Feels like an entire different lifetime.
This isn’t part of a dare, or an illicit night at a masked party. He wants this.
I would worship his body any day, but receiving this from him is something entirely different.
A moment later, he slides off my cock as if he’s trying to torment me. He pulls off inch by inch, making a little pop with his cheeks at the end.
He swirls the tip of his tongue on my slit before standing up.
And he looks down at me.
His grey eyes smoldering like he’s taking control again, dragging his thumb over my lower lip.
“On your knees,” he murmurs, as if it’s a loving request rather than a command.
My cock aches in protest and I look down.
“I’m two seconds from coming,” I whisper.
“You’re going to get on your knees now,” he says. “And then when you take my cum down your throat like you belong to me, I’ll give you my tongue again.”
I let out a sound somewhere between a whine and a sigh.
“Holy fuck,” I say, my voice wavering as I reach a hand over to grip my dick.
He bats my hand away instantly, then grabs it and brings it up to his lips instead. He brings two of my fingers in his mouth, sucking on them now, and I actually start to feel weak in the knees from it. The sensation is far too close to mimicking his mouth on my cock.
“You are so fucking good for me,” he says in a low tone.
He puts one hand on my cock, giving it a slow, firm squeeze at the base, only relieving a tenth of the ache I feel.
And then he removes his touch again.
And I miss it instantly.
I close the gap between us and catch his mouth in a kiss because I’m desperate for anything at this point, and his tongue slides on mine.
I could stay here in the shower with him for the rest of the fucking year, letting him taunt me and torture me, edging me until I spill out for him without even a touch.
“I’m yours,” I say.
It feels too real when I say it.
I’m echoing what he told me after our run, but now, it seems real in a very different way.
I’m not saying it because he has me in some fucked-up lust trance right now.
It feels more like an undeniable fact, and I’ve forgotten every sensible reason why I shouldn’t give myself to him.
Do the bad thing.
I start to lower my body downward in front of him, guided by his hand.
Give him everything.
My knees hit the shower mat below, and his cock is level with my face now, hard and waiting and probably aching every bit as much as my own.
He pushes into my mouth and I feel like I can practically hear him thinking good boy.
I love being good for him.
I love feeling his hand grip the back of my head, carding through my hair and easing me onto every inch of his dick, knowing that he gives me more of him than he’s ever given to another man.
Tell me I’m good.
Tell me you love this, too?
“Why can’t I stop thinking about you, Weston?” he utters.
I glance up at him from the floor to see that same fire in his eyes, like his gaze is electric.
I swirl my tongue along the ridge of his cock head and then plunge low again, taking him deep in a way that makes him buck his hips into me.
“Why…” he whispers again a moment later, pausing for a breath. “Why does everything with you feel so much better than it has with anyone else?”
Those words course through me like they’re the highest praise I’ve ever gotten.
God, I am absolutely fucking sick for you.
I can’t stop looking up at him as I take him in my mouth. I need his eye contact in the same way I’m becoming a total slut for his approval, and the way his lips part slightly when I take him deep makes it obvious that I’m bringing him close to the brink.
“Fuck, Weston,” he whispers as I speed up the pace. “You’re going to make me…”
I feel him pulse in my mouth.
He’s so close. And I want to give this to him.
He leans over and grips my head as he comes on my tongue. I stay on him, keeping him in my mouth and taking every drop, swallowing around him as he slowly releases his grip on my head.
I’ll give you this whenever you want it.
As long as you keep wanting me, too.
I swallow around him again as he catches his breath.
It didn’t feel like enough, somehow.
Am I that crazy for him that I wish I could already make him come again?
He’s slowly sliding out of my mouth now, and I expect him to mess with me even more. Maybe even leave.
But that doesn’t even seem to cross his mind. When I stand up, he leans in right away, pressing his lips to mine in a soft kiss at the same time as reaching a hand down to squeeze my cock.
“Your turn,” he murmurs as he pulls back, the look in his eyes still as electric as before.
You’re still with me. Small fuckin’ miracles.
He carefully gets down on his knees and wastes no time. He grips my base in his hand for a moment, and then when his mouth slides over my cock, he takes me deep into his throat. The rush of sensation is overwhelming.
I watch his lips pull off of my dick in an obscene way. He faintly smiles at me and it kicks something loose inside me.
Oh, God. That smile.
Devious but tender at the same time, like for once, he has nowhere else in the world to be but here, with me. I shouldn’t have doubted him. Shouldn’t have worried that he’d leave me high and dry.
He slides right back onto my dick and the realization hits me harder.
I want you too much.
I like you too much.
“Sev,” I whisper as I reach out an arm to grip the tile wall. “I want to come for you.”
He keeps his rhythm steady as the wave builds inside me and starts to crest.
I belong to him now.
I belong to someone that I can’t belong to, someone who has me wrapped around his goddamn finger like I’m a feral animal begging for more.
Tension builds and releases, radiating through my body as I lose control. He takes my come just like I took his, swallowing while holding my gaze the whole time.
“Fuck you,” I whisper softly.
He slides off, biting his lower lip as he looks up at me. “Was it that good? Honest answers only.”
“I can’t stand how good you are.”
“You love it, Wes.”