13. Nick #2
My back arches reflexively, meeting resistance as I accidentally crush Seth against the opposite shower wall.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to have you.” He speaks into my shoulder, lathering soap along my crack and teasing my hole in circles. I can’t tell whether I feel more debased or cared for. “Can’t wait to taste you and open you up for me. Feel you grip my cock like you grip my fingers.”
His words send a shock straight to my groin that makes me spin around. Grab him. Kiss him.
Our tongues tangle on contact, trading the clear taste of fresh water back and forth until the salt on our lips dissipates.
Powdery soap perfumes the steam between us as I return the favor, half cleaning him, half clinging to him.
Lacking all the finesse he had when he touched me and instead gripping, pawing, groping at his solid muscles.
Equally, I mourn that he won’t smell like his usual soap and relish that he’ll smell like mine.
I shut the water off as soon as I’ve rinsed the bubbles from his skin and force open the shower door.
“Bed. Now,” Seth grunts, stumbling out into the head.
We share a towel to do the world’s worst job of drying ourselves off. I blindly fumble for my bottle of vitamin E oil in the medicine cabinet, and I’ve barely grabbed it when I feel myself tugged forward. A combination of momentum from the next swell and Seth dragging me by my waist.
His next tug has me flat on my back in the center of my bed, and then his full weight comes down on top of me. Strong legs tangling with mine as he kisses me like we’ll both run out of air if we stop.
Shivering and mindless, all I can do is repeat the same damn words. “Want you. Want you so bad.”
I whisper them when he flips me over and kisses his way down my back. I quietly sob them when he spreads my cheeks wide. I choke them off when I hear a soft ptt, and his spit slicks my hole. One big thumb circles my ass, the other stroking along my taint.
“Yes, baby.” The softness of his voice twists me up inside. Baby never felt like a word made for a man of my height, my build, my roughness, but when he says it, I feel like I could fit in the palm of his hand. “Want you, too. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
His tongue comes down on me, licking a stripe from my sac to my hole. My muscles twitch, flutter. Clench all over again at the reminder that I’m exposed to him like I’ve never been exposed to anyone.
My thighs involuntarily jerk closer together, but he wrenches them apart. Settling the widest part of his chest between them like he has no intention of moving for a long while.
“Your body’s the best thing I’ve ever fucking tasted, Nicky.” His tongue laves over me. Pass by pass, unwinding the tension in my legs and shoulders. “Don’t get shy on me. I wanna see you.”
I’m not sure if I’ve processed my own thoughts on the matter, but I do know I believe him. It seems like he loves this, like he wants more, and that’s enough for me to want to give it to him. The man who’s done nothing but convert my vulnerability into pleasure.
I spread my legs a little wider, bending my knees.
Seth groans into my flesh, tonguing me like it’s his single greatest obsession. The intensity of the sensation overwhelms my insecurity. His tongue flexes to a point, prying me open while he strokes the sensitive skin along both sides of my crack.
I watch over my shoulder, breath quickening as he glances up at me. His eyes darkening and squinting with his devilish grin before they drift shut, and he buries his face in my ass. Moaning every time I make a sound into the bedding.
My hips lift off the bed without conscious input, brazenly pressing my ass into Seth’s face, begging him for more.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“You…”
You make everything feel so damn good. That’s what I’m trying to say, but it doesn’t make it out. Not even close.
Seth’s wet lips make an obscene noise as he kisses me there. All over. Everywhere he can put his mouth, he does.
“I love this,” he says, dark and thick and reassuring.
The cap on the oil bottle clicks open. He reaches beneath me and splays a hand above my cock while the other moves in. A slick digit slowly breaching me as he watches with rapt focus, lips parted and shiny with spit.
I push back on him more, arching as his finger sinks in to the knuckle and angles down.
My fists bunch in the sheets.
“I could eat your ass all night.” Teeth sink into muscle. He bites my ass, then sucks. Over and over. Marking one cheek, then the other. “Never been this turned on in my life.”
I don’t think I could take this all night. The blankets twist in my grip as he kisses his way back down, working me with his tongue and his finger at the same time.
I’ve gotten used to quick and quiet. All the sex I’ve ever had has needed to be quick and quiet. But there’s nothing rushed about the way Seth touches me now. As if he intends to use the entire five hours we should be sleeping to edge me instead. The worst part is, I would fucking let him. Gladly.
And when the slow, drawn-out pleasure intensifies enough that I can’t stop the groan from leaving my chest, he rewards it by working me up more.
A second finger joins the first, crooking inside me. Petting my inner walls until my hips jerk and my muscles tremble while he licks his way down and sucks each of my balls into his mouth. One at a time, swirling his tongue around them.
The sensitivity has me rocking back and forth. Fucking into the mattress and fucking myself onto his fingers.
Still, that other hand rests tauntingly close to where I need him, his fingers lightly tugging on my pubic hair and leaving my dick untouched.
I want to beg him to grab me, stroke me. Please, just touch me more. But when my lips part, all that comes out are garbled sounds of pleasure he coos and praises me for.
He sits up on his knees, using them to spread my legs wider, and drizzles yet another generous helping of oil over my hole. Another along his cock. He takes one of my hands and twists it back, guiding my hand to his shaft.
My palm gauges his length, his girth, his weight, as I feel how rigid he is from root to tip. And, like calculating for conditions at sea, my mind makes calculations about how he’s going to fit inside me. How he’s going to feel.
Only, the calculations are all emotion. Greedy, hungry emotion, driven by the sinuous movement of his hips as he fucks into my grasp and the breathless rhythm of the ah, ah, ah, that leaves his lips with each thrust.
I remember how generously loud he was when I took him into my mouth for the first time. When we grinded all over each other in the engine room. I wonder if there’s a soul aboard this boat that won’t know when he’s bottomed out inside me. In my current state, I doubt I’d care.
The only thing I care about is having him closer.
“Your hole looks so ready for me, so greedy for my cock. I wish you could see how hot you are, Nicky.”
He hisses a breath, withdrawing his index and middle finger and replacing them with both thumbs. His other fingers cage my ass, squeezing my cheeks as he pushes those thumbs inside me and rubs, opening me wider and teasing my rim with the promise of girth.
“Nice and stretched out for me. You’re gonna take me like a fucking dream,” he pants. “Bet this hole will look even sexier when it’s fucked open and dripping with my cum.”
“Holy fuck, Seth.”
I grit my teeth.
It doesn’t hurt that he’s manhandling me. It hurts that he isn’t inside me. It hurts that I can feel the solid weight of him in my palm while he ruthlessly teases, watching so he can repeat every motion that earns him a noise out of me.
“Now,” I grit out. “I need you.”
“Just a minute. I’m not done looking at you.” He bends over, sucking my earlobe between his teeth and biting down. “Turn over, baby. Show me how messy you got for me.”
A twinge lights up when I twist to the side before he’s fully removed his fingers. But being face to face with him, feeling the whole length of his body hover over mine, quickly soothes the sting.
He makes a soft sound of enjoyment, approval, as his chest comes down on mine. All warm skin and coarse hair. Our lips meeting in a wet slide of oil and probing tongues.
He straightens his elbows, and his eyes wander down. He grabs the base of my dick, the already glistening tip gathering another bead of pre-cum. “Oh yeah. Look at you. Did you like having my mouth all over you, Nicky? My tongue all over your tight, sexy ass?”
“I think you know the answer.”
“Mmm. Wanna hear you say it.”
“I fucking loved it,” I say, a rush of air from my lungs. “I never thought… I… well.”
I give up trying to explain. I never thought Seth would want me. I never thought I’d be here. Never thought his mouth would be anywhere on me, let alone everywhere on me.
“I’m so obsessed with you,” he groans, sliding down my body and lapping at my pre-cum like it’s fucking candy.
I shove a fist in my mouth and bite down as he slurps in a breath, then seals his lips around my tip and sucks me clean. Parting with one last flick of his tongue to my slit.
And just when I think I might pass out before I have the chance to feel him, he grabs me by my thighs like I’m nothing more than another catch getting sorted into the keeper pile, bends my knees to my chest, and lines himself up with my hole.
“I’m obsessed with you, too,” I say.
The words don’t seem anywhere near powerful enough though. Not compared to the power of the feeling that steals my breath when he looks down at me, transfixed on my expression as he pushes inside me for the first time.
Cautious. He’s so cautious. Moving slowly through the dull sting as my body learns to accommodate him.
“Okay?” he bites out when he meets resistance. Both of us pushing against each other, needing more depth than my body will allow.
“Yes,” I whisper, unable to manage much more, because fuck. It burns. But at the same time, the pleasure is there. Flickering at the edges of the pain, so close I can taste it.