Chapter 11 #3
“Come ’ere,” Seth said, voice rough, and before Ren could think—or overthink—he was in Seth’s arms, and they were kissing, hot and wild, Seth’s tongue brushing against his, reminding of just how good his mouth had been yesterday.
Had it just been yesterday? Ren was so hungry for it, it felt like it had been ages since he’d had sex.
But it wasn’t just the sex. It was this fucking man.
Ren couldn’t get enough of him.
He pulled away, panting slightly, cock going from half-hard to rock hard. “I need to take a shower,” he said. “And then we can do a lot more of that.”
“A shower, huh? You dirty, Lorenzo?” Seth teased.
Ren fluttered his eyelashes at him. How had he gone from hating being called Lorenzo to loving it when Seth did it? It must be dark magic. “You’d better believe it.”
“Then I guess I’d better get in with you,” Seth said, and before Ren could open his mouth and stop him, he’d tugged his shirt off, and it was hard to argue with what was in front of him.
Seth’s muscles were honed and lethal, and Ren remembered his desire to kiss every single freckle—and there were a lot of those, dotted all over his pale skin, from his gorgeous strong shoulders, to the firm pecs, and down even lower, punctuation marks to his incredible fucking abs.
Ren had admired his self-control that the first time he’d seen Seth like this, after so long imagining how good he’d look without clothes on, he’d only kissed him.
But tonight, he wasn’t going to only kiss him.
“If you do, I can’t guarantee it won’t get a lot dirtier,” Ren teased, pulling his own shirt off and then, after toeing his shoes off, unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall in place as he turned and headed towards the bathroom.
Any man with sense would follow when presented with what Ren knew was his spectacularly curved ass.
And Seth, well, he had sense in spades, because not only did he follow Ren into the bathroom, but when he pressed up against him, right as Ren reached out to turn on the shower, he was naked. Completely naked. Ren could feel Seth’s skin pressed to his own, from head to toe, and his cock twitched.
“You’re such a tease, and I fucking love it,” Seth murmured into his ear, then biting it softly.
He reached around, and pushed Ren’s jeans down the rest of the way, and then worked off his briefs, all while nibbling on his ear and neck in a way that was so distracting and consuming that by the end of it, Ren was reduced to garbled moans.
How did this man manage to overwhelm him so completely every time they got naked?
Ren didn’t know.
But he also wasn’t fighting it either.
“Let’s get in,” Seth said and gave Ren a little push, following after him, into the hot spray of the shower.
It wasn’t a very big shower, but it was big enough.
Of course it didn’t have to be particularly large when the moment the door was closed, Seth had Ren pressed up against the cool tile wall, and they were kissing ferociously, Ren going weak-kneed.
And then his hand reached down, just brushing his cock, but he was so aroused, he groaned into Seth’s mouth anyway, sure that he was about to get overwhelmed again, in the best possible way.
But Seth didn’t touch him any harder. Just little tantalizing brushes of those rough, calloused fingertips that he hadn’t stopped thinking about since yesterday as they kissed on and on.
Seth’s cock was hard and hot against his thigh, and Ren reached for it, ready to do something more than tease, but Seth brushed his hands away.
Ren nearly reached for it again, determined to make Seth feel just as good as he was making him feel, but before he could, Seth distracted him again, closing his fist around his cock and giving it a rough, hard pump.
“Oh God,” Ren cried out, burying his head into Seth’s shoulder. How had he known he liked it just like that? That he liked it to hurt a little, that it just made the pleasure so much stronger when it had a bite with it?
It was the most relentless, insanely good handjob that Ren had ever enjoyed. Seth worked him up with his big fist, squeezing just the right amount, until Ren was right on the edge, teetering with the pleasure of it, and then he’d back off.
By the time Seth pushed him over, by the time Seth let him come, he was babbling and incoherent, mouthing and biting at Seth’s shoulder muscle. The orgasm hit him hard, twisting him up inside and then releasing in an intoxicating rush.
“Shit,” Ren panted as Seth worked him through the aftershocks. “Shit, fuck, that was so good.” He finally opened his eyes, only to see a definite set of teeth marks bitten into Seth’s flesh.
He chuckled. “I gathered,” he said.
“Sorry,” Ren said. Though he wasn’t very sorry at all.
It had felt really damn good. And now he was ready to return the favor.
He reached for Seth’s dick, already anticipating how good it was going to taste and feel in his mouth.
He enjoyed sucking cock, but he was really, really going to enjoy sucking Seth’s cock.
He was hard and slippery, bright red at the tip. Clearly he’d enjoyed giving Ren that orgasm almost as much as Ren had enjoyed experiencing it. As Ren sank to his knees, it twitched in his fingers, and Ren knew he wouldn’t get as long as he wanted. No time to savor, not when Seth was this close.
He had a lot of control, but Ren could tell he was already beginning to lose it.
That was a lot hotter than he’d ever thought it could be.
He has it bad for you.
It wasn’t the first time a guy had felt this way about him. Ren supposed it probably wouldn’t be the last time, either.
But it was the first time Ren felt the echoes of it, too.
He couldn’t get enough of this man.
“You gonna look at it or suck it?” Seth asked, his voice low and rough.
Oh, yeah, they were definitely going to have to do this again. Soon, if Ren had any say in the matter.
Ren answered his question by leaning in, wrapping his tongue around the head, and sucking.
Seth’s fingers dug into his hair, and oh yeah, he liked this too.
Then Seth pulled, just a little, and God, if he hadn’t just come his brains out, he’d be hard and ready to go again with just a little hair pulling and Seth’s cock in his mouth.
He took him in a little deeper, sucking hard as he went, and Seth groaned above him, his fingers tightening even more, and yeah, next time, they were definitely doing this first.
More precome blurted onto Ren’s tongue and he savored it, and what it meant, sliding in even deeper. When he cupped Seth’s balls, rolling them in his fingertips, that was the tipping point, because he tensed, and gave a strangled cry, and came.
Ren swallowed, trying not to feel disappointed that it had felt more like an afterthought than a tasty main dish. He really enjoyed giving pleasure. Getting pleasure, too, of course, but part of what he really loved about sex was the give-and-take.
And so far, it had been Seth giving a lot, and Ren taking.
Next time, Ren thought with resolution as he stood and Seth cupped his jaw with one hand, kissing him hard and fast.
The problem was it was so easy to melt under all that passionate onslaught.
To be wanted so badly that Seth had worked this hard to be with him.
He’d always known that Seth was coolly pragmatic on the outside, and that he had secret fires hidden inside.
What he’d never anticipated was that reaching out and touching the fire would burn him so completely, and melt every resolution he’d ever had.
“Let’s clean up,” Ren said, breaking away from the kiss. “And then I think I promised you Overboard, and cuddling.”
Seth raised an eyebrow. “Lorenzo Moretti promising cuddling?”
There it was; that same melting feeling that he couldn’t seem to control.
“For you, Lorenzo Moretti cuddles,” he said, and realized that he meant it, one hundred and ten percent.
Sex had never complicated things before—usually for Ren it uncomplicated things—but it was undeniable.
No matter what Seth said, this was no casual thing.
And Ren wasn’t even mad about it. How could he be, when it felt so damn good?