Chapter 9
Austin
Wow. The quick fumbles I’d had with a couple of other guys in school, hiding and going as fast as we could, had been nothing like being on my knees for Seth.
I ducked into the bathroom to clean up, because I needed to rinse my mouth and take a breath.
Plus, I was so turned on from blowing Seth that I’d explode if he so much as breathed on me.
My face in the mirror looked flushed and messy. I cupped water in my hands and sucked some down, then cleaned around my mouth. Nothing I could do about the blotchy redness of my chin and cheeks, but Seth had kissed me like he didn’t care.
Seth was stretched out on his side, naked, when I went back to the bedroom.
I took the blatant display as permission to look.
He was all working cowboy, strong, lean, not bulked up, though he carried a lot more muscle than I did.
A farmer’s tan fading, but still brown on his arms and neck, faint on his legs, with that rounded white ass.
He had one knee bent, and I couldn’t see his dick, but I now knew every inch vividly.
“Come here.” He crooked a finger at me.
I stumbled over to the bed, and he tugged on my sweats. “Get naked and lie down.”
A shiver ran across my skin and it wasn’t from the chill air.
That firm tone and the way Seth focused on me made me wild.
With fumbling hands, I shoved my sweats down, pulled off my T-shirt, and folded them onto the foot of the bed, as some vestige of my upbringing said, Don’t leave those where he can trip over them.
I gripped the waistband of my shorts on either side of where my dick strained the fabric and paused, suddenly self-conscious under the eyes of a hot older man.
Seth slid his hands around my hips and cupped my ass, pulling my thighs against the bed. He leaned forward and mouthed over the bulge in my underwear. I gasped as my cock jerked and moisture darkened the blue cotton. Seth breathed warm over that wet spot, and heat ran through my groin.
Fuck, I was about to come without being touched. I squeezed my eyes shut. “Gonna be a very short blow job. Sorry.”
Seth’s chuckle sounded dark and filthy. “I bet you can go again in ten minutes. Get naked.”
I stepped back to obey, tossed my briefs on the pile of clothes because folding underwear would be seriously weird, and eased onto the bed next to him, lying on my back with my head on the pillows beside his.
Seth bent over me, one hand planted on the mattress next to my hip, as if keeping me close.
His first kiss landed on my chin, but then he took my mouth, hard and hot.
I parted my lips and he pushed his tongue inside, probing with a thrusting motion that made my hips buck in response.
He laughed against my mouth. “Blowing you’s going to be fun. ”
But instead of going for my dick, he kissed my throat and nipped down my neck, then traced circles around one nipple with his tongue.
I squirmed, half turned on, half ticklish, and he pressed his hand on my belly.
God. The heat of his palm, the firm push into the mattress, the way my hard dick brushed the back of his knuckles, almost did me in.
“Suck me?” I begged. “Please?”
“Since you ask so nicely.” Seth slid lower on the bed, tipped my cock up with his hand, and sucked me to the back of his throat.
I yelped and arched. Luckily, the pressure of his hand kept me from choking him.
He pulled off almost to the tip, plunged again, then as I hovered on the brink, sucked back up and began licking the head, little swirls and flicks of his tongue that felt amazing but not enough. “Come on,” I panted. “More.”
“Spread your legs.” When I obeyed, Seth cupped my balls, rolling them in his fingers, then rubbed my taint. A flash of need from that firm touch made me shudder. The sensation changed as he moved lower, his fingertip brushing around my hole, ticklish, electric, unfamiliar. “You ever play here?”
“Not… not really.” My thoughts scattered as he pressed lightly. I’d imagined this, wanted it, but his touch on my ass still felt like too much, too fast. Don’t be a wuss. I groaned at my mix of wanting and stupidity, and hoped he’d take the sound as encouragement.
Seth pushed a little harder. “No dildos?” Amusement threaded his voice.
“My dad would’ve killed me.” Shit. The literal truth of that made my dick soften and I closed my eyes. Fuck, fuck, not now. I had a hot man about to fuck me. I refused to be up in my head over the past. “Sorry. Keep going.”
Seth immediately lifted his hand away from my ass.
“Shh.” He wrapped his fingers loosely around my cock and pressed soft kisses to the head over and over, lapping at my slit until the heat began to build in my groin again.
He licked up my hardening shaft, one side, then the other, and sucked me in a couple of inches, playing with his tongue, pressing me against the roof of his mouth.
“More.” I squirmed as my cock got back onboard, hard and needy in his tightening grip. “I’m fine.”
“You sure are.” Seth bit my stomach, which made my eyes pop open. “You’re incredible and you’re independent. You deserve to feel good however you want to. No one gets to choose for you. Not him, and not me.”
Molten heat of desire flooded through me. I felt wild, my worries washed away in that burning tide. I said, “Fuck me, then.”
“If you want to. Not to defy your dad.” Seth went back to blowing me with a depth and technique that made thinking impossible. My balls ached, inches from exploding.
I tugged hard on his curls and managed to stutter, “I… I want to. Please.”
“Okay.” He raised his head and grinned, letting go of my spit-damp cock. “I want to, too.”
Fuck, now what? I wished visions of my Dad busting in the bathroom hadn’t kept me from even sticking a finger in myself, all the times I’d thought of trying. Seth was going to think I was a virgin loser. “Uh, I don’t know how… I’ve seen porn…”
“Forget porn. It’s hot, but it’s all fantasy.” Seth tugged and pushed me onto my side, the bulk of him at my back. “Slide this leg up.” He dug his fingers into my butt cheeks, then pushed on my upper thigh.
Burying my face in the pillow to hide my flushed cheeks, I did as I was told, exposing my asshole. Shame and need mingled inside me, but Seth’s murmur of approval helped.
“Yeah, like that.” Seth rubbed his blunt finger against my opening with a firm, rhythmic pressure. “Hell, yeah, look at you being good for me.”
His voice, his touch, drowned the last of my reluctance. How many fantasies had I had like this? A man behind me, wanting me, opening me up? “Do we need lube?” I whispered.
“Damned right. Until you know what you’re doing, don’t let anyone tell you spit does the job.”
I don’t want just anyone. I knew better than to say so, or try to make this more than it was. This is good, this is awesome. Don’t be greedy.
Seth pulled open his bedside drawer and took out stuff. I didn’t unbury from the pillow to watch. A click and squish-sound was followed with the return of his finger, cool and slick. He pressed in a little way and I clenched. “Cold,” I muttered, like that was the problem.
“You’re fucking hot in here. Lube’ll warm up fast.” He pressed deeper.
My body resisted the weirdness of something going in instead of out. The stretch of my asshole and the odd, achy, prickly sensations pulsing through me didn’t quite add up to Yes. I clenched my teeth and tried to relax.
Seth was patient— more patient than I had any right to expect— working his finger into me bit by bit. I arched my back, slid my leg higher, trying to show my willingness. Don’t stop. Don’t ask if I’m okay.
As if he heard my thoughts, Seth just uttered near-wordless murmurs of “Uh-huh” and “Yeah” as he fingered me.
He pulled out, used more lube, and slipped back in with surprising ease.
Moment by moment, the weirdness faded, replaced by odd flashes of pleasure.
I sighed and relaxed into Seth’s touch, letting him slide deep.
“Attaboy.” He froze. “Sorry. Not boy. I’m sorry.”
“It’s preference, not trauma,” I lied. “Keep going.”
“Two fingers now. It sounds weird but it helps if you push out a little.” Seth reached over my hip with his other hand and found my dick, pumping half a dozen times, which was all it took for me to go back to being hard. Then he pushed in more fingers, bigger and harder.
“Fuuuck.” I tried not to arch away. The stretch ached, almost hurt, but a wild bolt of desire shot through me and my cock jerked.
Seth murmured against my shoulder, “You can do it. Gonna make it good for you, Austin.”
The sound of my new name was like a security blanket, trust wrapped up in his drawling voice.
I grunted and moaned and writhed under Seth’s touch.
He pumped his fingers in and out, opening me wider.
Weird and uncomfortable stretch faded into surging heat with sharp electric pulses whenever Seth’s fingertips brushed over my prostate.
My dick was iron hard again, drooling precum into his fist.
“Bet I could make you come just like this,” Seth suggested.
That was too fucking close to the truth already. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Properly.”
“I like playing.”
I kicked back at his shins. “Come on, you fucker.”
He chuckled against my neck, nipping under my ear. “Since you ask so nicely.”
Seth’s fingers disappeared from my ass, leaving me open and sticky. He let go of my dick too, and I writhed, rubbing my cockhead against the sheets. “Yeah,” Seth murmured. “Roll over a bit more.” I heard the rip of the condom wrapper as I turned further onto my stomach and slid my left leg higher.
Seth leaned over me, the heat of his body blanketing my back. “If you need me to go slower, say so. If you need me to stop, say stop.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Didn’t say you were.”