Chapter 3 #4
Sex was different when it was off-limits. It hit differently when it was spiteful. And it was the best when we spent days shooting each other hateful looks only to collide at night and forget that we were on the opposite sides of a raging war.
He was surer in himself than he had been a year ago.
Every move was filled with confidence. When he moved his hand over my hair, when his thumb caressed my cheek, and when he cupped my chin while thrusting his cock into my mouth, it was all the work of someone who’d left behind the wallflower role he’d so quickly embraced in his early youth.
Seth kept his pace steady, letting me take over from time to time, standing still while I worked him with my mouth, lips sealed around his cock, sucking him until he was slick and saliva was dripping down his shaft and balls.
Then, he would switch the play, threading his fingers together on the back of my head, swinging his hips forward, and sliding into my mouth for all the pleasure he could take from me.
He rammed himself hard into the back of my throat, looking at me with growing curiosity.
How far can I go? How much can you take?
I could see the questions rising in his eyes.
And the answer was as simple as ever. Everything. So long as it was from him.
I hadn’t been with many guys. More often than not, they were the boyfriends of girls I chased, and they were game for a little fooling around.
On occasion, I lost a pair of underwear at a frat house after a wicked party or some college guy’s dorm room, but those tokens were rarer by far than the other kind.
The number of breakfasts I skipped in sororities was staggering.
Even so, sucking Seth’s dick gave me such pleasure that I feared my heart might just overwork itself.
I wanted his cum. I wanted to see him shatter, wanted to see him bite his lip until it bled and his muscles flexed so hard it hurt. I wanted him to shake and shiver, to grunt and growl, to come undone because of me.
My hand moved down into my boxer briefs, dragging a chuckle from Seth’s pretty lips.
He bit the lower one and swung his hips forward, filling my throat with his cock and throbbing once hard.
He held himself there as I stopped breathing, mouth open wide, saliva trickling from the corners of my mouth, my voice ripping from me once shortly and stopping.
He wanted to know if I could take it, but he forgot that I was just as stubborn.
Even as my eyes welled with sudden tears, I proved myself. My free hand reached between his legs and slapped his ass, holding him there, unmoving, unflinching. How long could he handle the pressure? Would it break him?
My hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it slowly. Every instinct told me to go faster, to hurtle myself over the edge and enjoy the cheap thrill of climax, but I wanted it differently. I wanted to watch the pain and pleasure mix in Seth’s eyes as he held my gaze.
He finally pulled his cock out enough to let me breathe, and I did, sucking sweet oxygen into my burning lungs for a few blissful moments before he wanted to test me again.
Slowly, sliding between his cheeks, I moved the fingers of my left hand, feeling the warmth of his hole and the smoothness of his skin.
We’d never gone that far. The decision not to had been the right one, and it had been the only thing I had regretted this year.
When I remembered him naked in the grass, willing, happy, curious, I wished we’d taken that step together.
But I’d had to be the gentleman, damn me.
I pressed my finger against his hole gently, feeling it pulse the same as his cock, and he fucked my mouth in a steady rhythm that was leading us both to the end of the road.
I could hardly keep myself from it now. The tension had coiled so tightly in my chest, twisting every nerve ending in my body to the point of screaming.
The frustration built up incrementally. You’d never notice it happening until it was a staggering mountain of desperation, crushing you until you reached the climax.
Seth was shivering slowly, little by little, until he rose to the tips of his toes, sliding into my mouth like I was little more than a fleshlight in the shape of a very large hockey winger.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, voice cracking on the word. “Fuck, Damon, I’m close.”
My hand between his cheeks added pressure. I wasn’t letting him slip out and spill the cum anywhere else. I wanted it. I wanted every last drop of it, all the sweetness and memories of the best goddamn summer of my life.
I moved my fist faster along my dick. The pressure of my underwear and the angle it allowed me drove me there faster, bringing me so close to the orgasm that I wanted to cry.
When Seth bit his lip—just like I’d known he would—I forced my throat to open for him, to take him in. And the sudden storm of sensations ravaged me, cum spilling into my mouth and throat, filling, even for a moment, the emptiness and hunger I had carried for so long.
I came hard, unraveling under his touch and sparing the carpet, thanks to my boxers. The warmth of my cum trickled through my fingers while I savored the way Seth trembled, drained, exhausted, and utterly spent.
He pulled his dick out, and it shone with saliva covering it, a string of it stretching lazily from my sinful mouth, catching the light from the outside.
I wiped my mouth and chin with the back of my free hand, wiping the other hand on my underwear.
“Fuck,” he said again.
I swallowed and swallowed again, licking my lips and catching my breath, still too shaky to stand. Seeing it, Seth came down to one knee and looked into my eyes.
“You gonna propose, Kane?” I asked, voice cracking, throat raw.
He cracked a grin. “Keep on dreaming, Pierce.”
“’Tis a nightmare, boyo,” I said, not totally sure what I was playing at.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head, a smile still stretching those nice, red lips. He leaned in and pressed his mouth against mine. The way he kissed me was everything, focused and intimate and completely dedicated to me.
“I needed that,” he said as he pulled back a little, his brow resting on mine. “Fuck, I needed it.”
“Yeah. I know the feeling,” I said.
He pulled away from me completely and rose again, lifting his underwear and pants. He didn’t have his T-shirt anymore, and I’d lost my shirt somewhere in the basement. It didn’t bother me.
Seth stood a couple of feet away from me, looking a little unsure again.
“First walk of shame?” I asked.
A laugh broke his sudden silence. “At Northwood?”
I lifted my hand. “Actually, I don’t want to know.” But he wrapped his arms around his torso and looked at me.
I glanced around the room and picked up a hoodie from a chair. “Take this.”
He didn’t. “That would be theft.”
“This is Dev’s room. I’ll bring it back to him,” I said.
“Should you ask him, though?” Seth asked, taking the hoodie from me but not putting it on.
“If I know Dev, he’s busy with at least three girls in the basement and possibly a few guys, so I wouldn’t interrupt. It would be rude.”
Seth nodded. “Ruder than just stealing a hoodie. Got it.”
“Precisely. Just do what I say and you’ll be a happy man.” I zipped up my pants and fastened my belt, then reached for the door.
Seth put the hoodie on and nodded.
I opened the door, and we strolled out all casual like we hadn’t just blown each other’s mind in there. Nobody noticed us. Nobody noticed anything in this place. It was heaven and hell, depending on how you looked at it.
“One for the road?” I asked.
“Only if it’s laced with cyanide,” Seth said.
I winked. “I can make that happen.” My heart still danced inside my rib cage, even though I’d come hard enough to shatter it.
There was no helping this feeling. There was no getting rid of it.
The same old playful death threats and curses made me feel so at ease that a day at the spa seemed like a stressful affair in comparison.
I walked Seth to the kitchen and found the stash of booze under the sink. I poured us two glasses of whatever was nearest and brown and offered him one. “Drain cleaner. Just for you.”
“Thanks very much,” he said, clinking his glass with mine and taking a careful sip. “Gah, that’s awful.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Cheap rum. Someone making cakes in this hellhole?”
Seth drank it anyway, and I downed my glass just to match him.
“Come on. I’ll walk you to your dorm room,” I said.
He shot me a naughty look. “I know my way around, Pierce.”
“Yeah, but I don’t know where you live. What am I supposed to tell the hit man?
” I threw my arm over his shoulders, and we sauntered out with relative freedom.
It only lasted until the doorstep, and then he shrugged my arm off.
Even on our campus, he couldn’t be sure there weren’t people who knew Nick.
That was okay with me. I didn’t want to pull that lion’s tail, even if he was toothless. “You’d rather walk back alone, eh?”
He hesitated a moment, then nodded. “If you don’t mind.”
“Not a bit,” I said, stepping out. I pointed to the left. “This is my way.”
“Say thanks to Dev,” Seth said.
“See you around?” I called back as Seth walked away.
He turned around to look at me, a grin on his face, hands in his pockets, walking backward out of the pool of light. “You’ll regret crossing paths with me, Pierce,” he threatened.
“You’ll regret it harder,” I shouted back.
His head shook, smile still brightening his face. “Don’t I know it.”
He turned around, satisfaction radiating from his figure, and disappeared into the shadows.