13. Nick #3
“Don’t wanna hurt you.” He kisses me, sliding a hand between us to stroke me. Distracting from the discomfort. “Help me give you more, baby.”
I breathe deep, focusing on the feeling of his hand working over me. The softness of his lips, the weight of his body. The burn ebbs, and I move my hips.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Seth groans. “Is that better? Want it to be this good for you, too.”
“Better. Keep”—Breathe in. Breathe out.—“going.”
He inches forward, rubbing against nerves that have never been touched, that his fingers couldn’t reach. And when I finally feel his pelvis press against my skin, he opens those teak-brown eyes and simply gazes down at me. Awestruck.
Wholeness overwhelms every other feeling. Intense, incomparable wholeness.
His body fills mine like we were made to be joined.
Spaces I didn’t know existed within me are brimming with desire.
Old cracks in my heart are mended. Our connection healing the man who knew, deep down, what he always wanted was love—but who settled for fucking nameless strangers because that was the next best thing.
A wet, shivering cry builds at the back of my throat, my entire body shuddering beneath him.
Seth’s sounds are feral. A low growl claws its way out of him between harsh breaths and curses as he releases my cock and uses both hands to comb the hair back from my face. “Are you in pain? Is that a pain noise?”
“No.” I groan, feeling him twitch inside me. “Fuck no. Not pain.”
“Thank God. Can I move? Need you so bad, Nicky. Need to move. Need—”
I hug his hips with my knees and pull him in, our noises muffled by each others’ mouths as he kisses me. “Move. Please move.”
He withdraws all the way to the tip and pushes back into me, slowly. Picking up the pace each time his cock slides home.
“You’re incredible.” He cups the back of my head, his kiss turning as desperate as the thrust of his hips. His sounds rumble against my lips while mine try to come out as screams but escape as heavy sighs instead. “I can feel you clenching all around me. Begging for my cum. Is that what you want?”
“Yes.”
I want it. I want it because it’s his. I want it even more when I picture waking up in my bed with him, still slick with his release, and rolling onto my hands and knees so he can pound me one more time before we have to get back to work.
I reach down and grab his ass, showing him how hard I want to feel him, and his body takes over. Adjusting until he finds the perfect slant of his hips to unrelentingly prod at my prostate as he pistons in and out of me. Skin slapping against skin.
I can’t tell if I’m seeing stars or if it’s tears sparkling at the corners of my vision.
“Seth,” I whisper. “Seth, Seth…”
His movements soften, gradually. And now he’s barely moving at all. Nudging the exact right spot with small rolls of his hips. Soaking himself deep inside me.
“Nicky.” He kisses my lips, opening my mouth for his tongue. “Oh, Nicky, Nicky…”
I can’t tell where I end and he begins. Our fucking blurring into something else entirely. Still frantic, but in a slow, luxurious way. An embrace.
His weight pushes forward and barely withdraws. My hands travel up and down his back while his cradle my head, keeping our lips sealed together so that every sound belongs to only the two of us.
“Are you gonna come on my cock?” he says. A sliver of air cushions the space between our bodies as he lifts off of me enough to pay attention to my hot, aching dick. Stroking down as he pushes forward. “Please. Please. Let me feel you.”
“Ahmn,” I moan, each stroke showing me dimensions of pleasure I never knew existed.
He gives it to me steadily. A climax that dangles on the precipice for so damn long, I feel like it might not happen. A climax he recognizes before I do, because he smiles against my lips. “Ah, there it is, baby. Just like that.”
And “baby” does me in hard.
A thick gush of cum coats his hand, smearing into our stomachs as he keeps fucking me through the white-out pleasure. I feel him moving in me more acutely now, his cock raking across oversensitive nerve endings while he fucks me through the crest and makes the sexiest sounds against my lips.
His weight sags forward onto me. His arms tremble, his cock pulsing as he loses control of his thrusts. The hot spill of his release bathes me from the inside.
I hold him to my chest. The whoosh and sizzle of the waves and the heavy falls of his breathing filtering in as everything calms. My muscles are weak. Tingling.
If not for the way Seth nuzzles into my touch and groans when I run my fingers through his hair, I’d assume he fell asleep on top of me.
“I didn’t know it could feel like that,” I say.
He slides a hand down my waist, grabbing the back of my thigh and rolling me onto my side facing him. His cock slips out of me, his fingers swirling over the mess of cum leaking from my hole.
He sucks in the same breath I do, depleted but insatiable.
“Me either.” He kisses my forehead, continuing his lazy exploration of my body while his lips curve into one of those grins that knocks me on my ass harder than a slip on an icy deck. “Come home with me when the season’s over. I want you to meet my family.”
It takes me too long to respond for how quickly I know my answer. I’m caught up in the fact that this is as serious for him as it is for me. “How long were you thinking?”
His grin hikes up higher on one cheek than the other. “However long you wanna stay. I imagine it’ll directly correlate to whatever the kids are obsessed with when we get back. There’s a wide range of tolerability.”
“I’m pretty tolerant.”
The exhaustion finally kicks in like a sledgehammer now that I’m relaxed and warm in Seth’s arms, the rocking of the boat and the vibration of the engine lulling us both.
“They’re gonna love you,” he murmurs.
“You don’t know that.”
His eyes sluggishly blink open. He presses a kiss to my chest. “It’s been sixteen years since I’ve brought anybody home. You could probably be a fucking axe murderer and my mom would be cool with it as long you have table manners.”
I crack a smile. “So they’ll love me by default?”
He traces up my spine, taking a fistful of hair at the back of my head and pressing my lips to his. “They’ll love you because they’ll take one look at me and see how happy you make me.”
And, because my heart might explode, all I can say in return is, “You make me happy, too.”
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I remember the glow of that happiness from within the smallest components of my being. As if Seth unwound my DNA and wrote the joy of falling in love with him into who I am.
I remember the light fading to black and the brief recognition that I’ve never known what safe feels like until now.
I remember sighing at the simple pleasure of his fingertips skimming over my bare skin.
But there’s a blank space in between the most comforting embrace of my life and the knock on my door, hours later, that rouses me from it.
“Hey, Captain?” Perry says, his voice tense. “I think you’re gonna want to hear this.”
I sit up in bed, Seth instantly waking beside me. “What is it?”
“The storm. It shifted.”