Chapter Seventeen #2
Without hesitation, I reach for his hand and lead him down the hallway to my bedroom. It’s sparse: a king-sized bed with a blue plaid comforter, a nightstand, and a club chair littered with my clothes. The only light is the soft glow from a lamp in the corner of the room.
“Get those clothes off,” I demand as I shove my sweats and briefs down my hips until they pool on the floor. I kick them away, and Sel gives me a long once over that has my heart pounding and my cock slapping hard against my belly. “Now.”
Sel reaches for his T-shirt and throws it off, then pushes his sweatpants down.
He’s commando? Fucking hell.
My eyes lock on his hard dick, and I’m so excited, I grab the base of mine.
I’m hungry to trace every inch of him with my tongue, but I don’t know what to expect or if I can do it; his cock is huge.
How will it taste, what will it feel like in my mouth?
Can I swallow it? And what about having that big boy in my ass?
I’ve never thought I’d be hot for giving blow jobs or having anal sex, but I’m more than curious when it comes to Sel.
Seeing him at the rink with a towel wrapped around his hips is one thing; now I can take my time and study every naked, sexy inch of him.
The broad shoulders, the veiny forearms, and the dark hair sprinkled across his chest and down his abs.
I wonder what it will feel like when I rub my body against him, and I know in my gut that it’s going to be better than I imagine.
“Lie down,” Sel commands with a gruff voice and a filthy grin.
I do as I’m told, spreading out on the bed, every nerve ending in my body electrified. I made a joke about being a virgin, which I’m not, but since I’ve never been intimate with a guy, I’m hyperaware of that fact.
Does he like what he sees?
The answer comes when Sel’s cock jerks and precum slides out the tip.
Oh fuck, this is real—real and really fucking hot.
Without hesitation, I spit in my hand and stroke myself off.
Sel stalks over to the bed, lies down beside me, and raises himself on one elbow.
My dick throbs as we stare at each other, and my heart’s about to leap right out of my chest. When his free hand reaches for my face, his thumb rubbing over my lips, I suddenly can’t breathe.
The move is unexpectedly gentle and carnal at the same time, so much that now I’m the one leaking.
“What do you want?” he rasps.
“I… I don’t know,” I confess, blushing again. “I mean, I want to kiss you. Make us come.”
That sounds lame.
Apparently not, because Sel’s smile is wide and wicked.
The sight of it ruins me. I still can’t believe it’s me he’s looking at.
He leans over slowly, our eyes never wavering from each other.
When our lips touch, the kiss is softer than I expect, sensual, sweet, but when his tongue touches mine, wanting turns to desperation.
I cup Sel’s neck, pulling him in close, because one taste, one hit, and I need to devour him.
His scruff rubs against my lips, and the burn’s so good that I fucking keen.
We’re not close enough. I roll to my side, throw one leg over his, and groan loudly when our heated skin makes contact.
Sel clutches my thigh tightly to his, and I know I’m gonna see bruises there tomorrow… I can’t wait.
“You alright?” he whispers.
I nod, because speaking right now isn’t possible.
Am I alright? I sure as fuck don’t want to stop, but I’m overloading and all we’ve done is make out.
Pleasure kicks up another notch when he grinds against me, rubbing our dicks together.
My balls tighten and I want to come so bad I’m about to scream.
He drives me wild and I don’t think I have enough words to explain it.
“Can I touch you?” he murmurs. “I want to stroke you off, stroke us both off at the same time so we come together. If you want that.”
“Yes, please, I want. I need.” I moan and kiss him again, eagerly demanding more. “Do it.”
Sel spits in his palm and reaches for my cock. I’m not new to hand jobs, but when his hot, rough grip takes control, my eyes roll back in my head. He jerks me off with firm strokes, and when he rolls his palm over the head of my leaking dick, I frantically thrust into his hand for more.
“So fucking good,” I growl.
“More?”
“Yes, fuck, yes.”
Sel takes hold of his cock and rubs our dicks together, setting off fireworks along my nerve endings. I’ve never felt so primal during sex, and after weeks of keeping our distance, my control is nil. My climax builds fast and furious, but I’m not sure I’m ready for it.
“Finn,” he groans and kisses me deeply, sucking on my tongue as he continues to work our dicks, stroking faster.
We rut together and I slide my hands over his back, down, until I grip his ass, squeezing his cheeks, rubbing my body all over him like a cat in heat.
“Oh fuck, oh God,” I grunt, breathless.
“Feel good?” he asks.
I bite back a nervous chuckle. “I’m going to come way too fast.”
“Same,” he moans. “Need it. Give it to me, sweetheart. I want us to come together.”
“Fuck.”
We feverishly eat at each other’s mouth.
My orgasm is just within reach and I’m ready to be annihilated.
“Finn,” he groans against my lips. “Come for me. Come all over me.”
I tip over the edge, letting the pleasure consume me as I unload cum all over his hand and our dicks. My vision goes blurry, and I think I’m screaming. Loudly.
“Jesus Christ,” Sel growls.
“Sel,” I moan. “Need you to come.”
He jerks hard and shouts my name, releasing jet after jet of hot cum, our bodies a sticky, sweaty mess. We’re panting hard after that workout, and yes, it’s the best one I’ve ever had.
“Holy fucking hell,” I gasp. “Jesus, Sel, that was… I’m so… you are…”
I can’t find my freaking words. Sel gives me a crooked grin and kisses me decadently, like we could do this forever. I’m hit with another wave of bliss.
“Are you okay?” he asks me tentatively, his dark eyes filled with concern. “I mean, that wasn’t too much, too fast?”
“I’m more than okay, and you’re amazing,” I reassure him. “I feel like I won the damn Cup. Fuck, I’ve never come that hard before.”
Did I really say that out loud? Sel freezes so I quickly backtrack.
“I mean, I think I have, it’s just that I… and I’m sure you’ve come like that, not that I want to know or that we’re comparing,” I ramble. “I’ll shut up now.”
Sel chuckles and hugs me tight.
“Don’t. You’re sexy and adorable,” he admits, kissing my cheek. The gesture makes my stomach flip. “Do you still want me to stay?”
“Definitely. How about a shower?”
I’m anticipating awkwardness after my word vomit, but it doesn’t happen.
It’s entirely natural for me to take Sel’s hand as we roll off the bed and head for my bathroom.
I turn on the shower and he pulls me under the hot spray.
We make out for ages, sharing drugging kisses, and I can’t stop touching him.
“Can I—”
I trail my hand down his chest, his abs, until I reach Sel’s dick, which is half hard.
I move my hand experimentally, up and down, over and over.
I do what I like when I masturbate, and judging by Sel’s filthy moan, it sounds like he’s enjoying it too.
Fuck, I can’t believe I’m touching him like this.
I want to explore every inch of his body.
“Finn,” he warns, his voice shaky. “I think we need to slow it down.”
“Too much, too fast?”
“For you, yes. And for me… because we—”
His cock is fully hard as I tease the head, and his resulting whimper gives me a rush.
“Yes?”
“We have—” he pants, shaking his head. “Uh, we have… something… tomorrow.”
“Practice.”
“Yeah,” his breath hitches. “That.”
I chuckle and reluctantly remove my hand from his dick. But I like tormenting him, so I slide my hands around his hips and grip his ass cheeks, squeezing tight.
“That’s not helping,” he groans and retaliates by tweaking my nipples.
I’m so sensitive there, and the mix of pleasure and pain has my cock ready to go again.
“Ah, fuck,” I whisper as he continues to torment me. “You play dirty.”
This is why he’s the legend and I’m the rookie.
“Okay, I surrender. I’ve learned my lesson,” I whimper.
Sel removes his hands and steps back. I don’t miss that he’s trembling.
So am I. While I want to protest the lack of contact, I know it’s for the best. I turn off the shower, step out, and grab two towels, passing one to him.
We dry off in no time, and once again, hand in hand, we walk back to my bed.
The blanket’s covered in cum, so I throw it on the floor and slide under the sheets.
Sel joins me, but when I turn out the light, he faces away, and my stomach drops out.
Is he okay? Did I push him too far?
Instead of worrying, I shift and spoon him. He lets out a long sigh and snuggles into me.
“You good?” I whisper in the dark.
“More than. I just… I feel like—” He shakes his head. “Shit, now I’m the one who can’t speak.”
He grips my hand tightly and pulls it up over his chest, over his heart. I feel it pumping hard. The fact that he’s letting me hold him like this says everything. To me, at least. This is more than a hookup. I don’t do those and I’m hoping like hell Sel feels the same.
He does, doesn’t he?
“You don’t have to talk,” I reply as I kiss his jaw. “Plenty of time tomorrow.”
He nods and places his head back on the pillow.
“Don’t let go,” he whispers.
I smile against his skin and hold him tighter.