71. Seth
Seth
Now playing: “Fall for you” by Sleep Token
Kaden’s doing… okay. I mean, it’s not terrible, but yeah, he’s fallen on his ass a few times.
More than a few times. And I try not to laugh, but he gets this look on his face every time.
First his eyebrows shoot up, his eyes going wide in shock, and probably a little fear.
And then he turns around, looking at me, and that’s when it transforms into a scowl. Like it’s somehow my fault he fell.
“You’re doing great, Kadey-babe,” I tell him, smoothly gliding up next to him and pressing my lips together to suppress a laugh.
“Fuck you very much,” he says, heaving himself up with the poles, and unclips his skis.
“Wanna try that harness thing now?” I chuckle.
He turns around, glaring at me, but the he softens his features and narrows his eyes instead, tilting his head.
“What?”
“You’ve got something…” He gestures vaguely at his face, and walks up to me.
“Wha—oof!” I land on my ass with a thump. “Did you just push me?” I gasp.
“I did, yeah,” he replies with a nod and a smile.
“The hell?”
He squats in front of me, grinning before he grabs the front of my jacket and pulling me towards him for a kiss.
“You’re an asshole.”
“So are you,” he chuckles, his lips grazing mine, and then kisses me again.
We’re in the shower together. Everything hurts. It’s always like this the first few days when your muscles aren’t used to the strain. I’m sore everywhere. But then I look at Kaden, and he’s smiling at me while lathering up his body.
And now I’m jealous of soap.
I stare at him for a beat, letting my eyes travel from his face to his chest, and down. Masterpiece. He’s a fucking masterpiece.
“Come here,” he chuckles, squeezing out more soap onto his hands, and lathers up me too. He skims his hands over my arms, my chest, my stomach and back. Turning me around, he slides them down my ass and up again, while kissing my neck. I get goosebumps all over.
I turn him around, and give him the same treatment, slowly moving my hands down his back and globes.
Then I take a step forward, resting my hard dick against his ass, and he presses back.
So, I let it slip in between his cheeks, rubbing it up and down a few times, before he turns around.
He opens and closes his mouth a couple of times.
“What?” I ask.
He licks his lips, breathing a little quicker.
“I want you to fuck me,” he rushes out. My eyes grow wide, as I gape at him.
“What?”
“I wanna try it,” he says, nodding. “I want you to fuck me, Seth.”
And there will never be a time or a place where I could say no to this man—not that I want to. There’s probably nothing I want more than to be inside him right now.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to—”
“No, I want it,” he says, grabbing me by the back of my head and pressing his lips to mine. I press my body closer to his and kiss him back. Slinging my arms around him and lick into his mouth.
“Can you give me a minute?” he mumbles against my mouth.
I nod, and kiss him again.
“I’ll be right out.”
I get out of the shower, and dry myself with shaking hands. I’m basically panicking. But I want this. Fuck, I want this so bad!
We’ve experimented a little, a finger inside him while I blow him, and he seems to like it. But this is something else entirely. And I know exactly what’s going through his head right now. The fear of pain, mixed with the excitement, and the unreal fucking turn on.
I’m on the bed when Kaden comes in, a towel wrapped around his hips. God, he’s gorgeous! A strand of hair has fallen over his forehead, and he pushes it back. Then he takes a breath, slowly exhaling and walks over to me.
“How do you want me?” His voice is choppy, and his breathing a little uneven. Fuck, he’s so nervous, it breaks my heart.
“On all fours? Is that okay?”
He nods, swallowing, and drops the towel on the floor before he climbs on to the bed.
“Fuck, Kaden,” I exhale, shaking my head.
He’s on his hands and knees, head down, and I’m in the front row seat to his magnificent body.
I get on my knees behind him, lightly stroking his thighs, while kissing my way down his spine.
Goosebumps erupt as I go, and I slide my hands up his hips, to his back and down again.
“If you want me to stop at any time—”
“Yeah, I know.”
My hands travel down his back again, and I kiss him as I go, down to the dimples at the bottom of his spine.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, low enough so he can’t hear me, as I let my hands drift down his cheeks, kissing my way between them. I flatten my tongue, and press it lightly to his hole, and he jerks a little.
“This okay?”
“Yeah, I just… Yeah.”
I do it again, licking around, back and forth, until I feel him relax a little. When I push my tongue inside, he gasps.
I alter between thrusting my tongue in and licking around it, until he’s dripping with my saliva, and he’s moaning and pressing back against me. I grab the lube, coating a finger before I slowly push it inside, taking my time with him, before I add another.
I stroke his dick at the same time, and he pushes back on my fingers and thrusts forward in my hand, groaning. There’s a thin sheen of sweat on his back, and his arms are shaking.
“Can you take another?” I ask, breathing heavy with how turned on I am. My dick is rock-hard, and I want inside him so badly I feel like crying.
He nods, and I push in a third finger. Feeling him tense a little, before he relaxes again. When I curl my fingers inside him he jerks forward.
“Oh, fuck! Holy shit!”
His legs start shaking, and he moans loudly as I continue stretching him and rubbing his prostate.
I know this so well. I know exactly what he’s feeling. There’s this insane pleasure, so intense you almost want to move away from it, but you can’t stop chasing it either.
I love this. I could spend the rest of the trip like this. But my dick’s leaking all over the sheets, and I give it a few strokes, just to take the pressure off. And as much as I love his body, I need to see his face.
“Turn around.”
He flops down on his back, spreading his legs, and I lean on one elbow, while moving the other hand down again.
“Wait,” he says, grabbing my arm. “I’m ready.”
I shake my head. “I’m not gonna last inside you.”
“It’s okay,” he nods. “Just do it.”
“Kade,” I whisper.
“Seth,” he says, pulling me to him and kissing me. “I want you to fuck me. I want you.”
I swallow down the emotions trying to choke me, and search his eyes for a moment, looking for any hesitation but I can’t find any. So, I kiss him before I drown in them, and coat myself up in lube. I press the head against his hole, but then he tenses.
“You trust me?” I ask.
He looks at me, darting his eyes between mine, and nods.
“More than anyone,” he says, and his words pierce me straight through my heart.
“Bear down and breathe.”
He takes a deep breath, and I push the head inside. I kiss his chest and stroke the inside of his thigh, until I feel his muscle relax around me, so I push inside a little more, and he tenses again.
“I need you to breathe, baby.” The word slips out of me before I can stop it. But he doesn’t seem to notice. His eyes are closed, and he’s breathing is choppy.
“We can stop, if you—”
“No,” he says, grabbing my arm, before he moves up to the back of my head, pulling me down and kisses me. “I’m just…” Nervous.
“I got you,” I whisper against his lips, and then I kiss him, slowly pushing inside him until I’m fully in.
It’s almost overwhelming. Surreal and incredible.
He takes a big breath, relaxes and he looks at me.
“You okay?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
“How does it feel?”
“Like I’m full.” He chuckles slightly. “Holy shit!”
I snort a laugh. “I’m gonna move now, okay?” I pull back a little, and thrust back in. “Okay?”
“Yeah, fuck,” he groans. “Keep going!”
I pull back until only the head’s inside, and push back in, angling a little and doing it again. His back arches and he gasps on a moan.
“You feel amazing, Kaden,” I mumble as I pick up the pace. “So fucking good.” Bending his knee a little and pressing it up to get in deeper, I draw louder moans from him.
I stroke my hand up his body, from his knee to his hip, his waist, chest and up to his arm. Clasping his hand in mine, I lace my fingers through his, and he squeezes my hand before he wraps his legs around my waist, holding me close.
I can’t take my eyes off him. His eyes are closed, and his mouth slightly open. There’s a small frown between his brows, but it’s not the bad kind. It’s the very, very good kind.
He’s gorgeous, and sexy, and amazing, and I’m filled with emotions.
I want to kiss him where no one’s ever kissed him. I want to touch him where no one’s ever touched him. I want to be the only one. I want to be his.
I want to make this last. I want to make myself a home right here, inside of him.
But I’ve been on the edge since we started, and he’s moaning and writhing beneath me, while dragging his fingers down my back.
His head tilted back, and the muscles in his neck straining.
And when I wrap a hand around his length, he opens his eyes and locks them with mine.
“Kiss me,” he breathes and while my heart is beating out of my chest, I press my mouth to Kaden’s. Pouring my heart, my soul and everything I can’t tell him into the kiss. And maybe I’m delusional but I feel like something shifts.
I’m not fucking him. It might look like I am if anyone were to see us, but I’m not.
I’m making fucking love to him.
And I wonder if he can feel it too. And for a quarter of a second, I think he does.
There’s a stutter of his breath as I pull back from the kiss, and lock my eyes with his.
And for a moment, we just stare at each other.
Moving together. Breathing the same air.
I can’t tear my eyes away, even though it feels like I’m choking.
I’m holding back so much—it takes everything I have not to break apart.
His eyes are hooded, his movements jerky.
“Are you close?” he asks, pushing a hand through my hair.
I nod, darting my eyes between his.
“Yeah?” He tilts his head back, closing his eyes for a beat and when I pick up the pace and thrust harder into him, he moans.
“I want you to come first.”
I shake my head. Not this time. This is for him.
“Fuck! Together?” He chuckles on another loud moan.
“Okay,” I nod.
His body’s trembling and he buries his fingers into my back.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” The words tumble out of my mouth before I can think and this time I know he heard me, because his eyes widen a little, and I regret it immediately and it’s too much—like he can see inside of me, and I’m not ready—so I kiss him again.
Swallowing his moans as he coats my hand and I bury myself deep inside him, where no one’s ever been, spilling my seed, and marking him from the inside.
Mine.
I want him to be mine.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
I mouth the words against his skin, feeling the pulse in his neck against my lips. I’m so in love with him, I don’t know what to do. I try to swallow around the lump in my throat, but I can’t. It’s too much.
My eyes sting, so I bury my face in his neck, and squeeze them tight.
“Seth?” he whispers after a while, stroking his fingertips over my back. “Are you sleeping?”
I shake my head, my lips grazing his skin, and clear my throat.
“You want me to get up?”
“No.” He splays a hand on my back, holding me down, and continues stroking his hand all over my back, up to my neck and down again. It’s featherlight but I feel like he’s touching my insides.
He’s everywhere. Engraved in me.
Loving him is damn near killing me.
I clear my throat again, wiping my eyes on the pillow under his head. “So, how was it?”
“I can’t explain it.” He snickers. “I felt it everywhere.”
I snort, trying to shake off all the emotional damage this has caused me.
“Now you know why I’m such a bottom slut.”
He huffs a laugh. “Yeah. I thought I was gonna come before you started jerking me.”
I pull my head back, looking at him. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, fuuuck,” I groan, dropping my head against his neck. “That’d have killed me. Why didn’t you say anything?”
He laughs again. “You think I could string words together?”
I snort and kiss his temple. I want to take care of him. I want to bring a cloth and wipe him down in the bed, treat him like the fucking royalty that he is, but I barely pull out before he stands and pulls me into the bathroom.
The shower here is so small, it’s a miracle we both fit. I go to stand behind him, resting my forehead against his shoulder, letting the water pour over us as I run my hands over his chest.
“How’re you feeling?” I ask.
“Good.” He nods.
“Yeah? Did you like it?”
He nods again, running his hands over my arms.
“Have you ever come like that?” he asks then. “Like, hands-free?”
“Uh,” I clear my throat. “Yeah, but not during sex.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve only done it with toys.”
“Like a dildo?”
“More like a plug. That vibrates.”
He nods and cocks his head to the side, like in thought, and mumbles, “Alone?”
“What?”
He clears his throat. “Did you do it alone or with someone?”
“Alone. I need to be like super relaxed for it to work.”
He turns around, searching my eyes. “Are you relaxed with me?”
“Yeah,” I say. “I’m relaxed with you.” Because I am. Because I’m at his mercy. I’m goo, liquid, sand running through fingers.
He nods, biting the corner of his mouth. Like he’s turning it over in his head.
“Okay then,” he says, sliding a hand up my neck and into my hair. “Challenge accepted.”
I frown. “What?”
“I’m gonna make you come hands-free.”