20. Seth
Seth
We don’t make it onto the bed. Six feet is too far, with Nick relaxed beneath me, all smooth, fire-warmed skin.
All strength—physical, mental. But what I love most is being the person he doesn’t have to be strong with.
Being the person who gets to hold him up when he takes on too much weight for one person to bear.
In the back of my mind, I know it’s only been a few days. I’ve gone far longer without. We’ve been apart for longer while at work. But I’ve never needed him more than I do now.
He might need the reminder that I’m alive, I’m his, but I need him to know what it means that he’d risk himself to save me. That I can count on him to be there for me through anything.
I need him to know that, in the darkest moments of my life—chiseling ice on the railings of a doomed ship, being swept away from the lifeboat faster than I could swim—it was the memory of the night before everything went to hell that kept me calm.
The memory of feeling him all around me, of falling asleep beside him with the hope that one day we’d be here.
Exactly where we are right now.
I crawl down between his legs, grabbing his knees and pushing them out.
Spreading his legs to make more room for me, then taking that perfect ass of his in both hands and spreading him there, too.
Watching as his hole flutters before relaxing at the suggestion that I might touch him, taste him, fuck him.
“I love this,” I tell him, lightly teasing him with my fingertips.
His hips wiggle, a stifled sound leaving him.
I grab his hands, placing them where mine were. “I’ll be back in a second. Hold yourself open for me.”
I get up and grab a few things out of my nightstand.
Making a liar out of myself as I stand there for far more than a second.
Just watching. Admiring the way he looks with his back arched, his fingers digging into the muscles of his own ass, and his hips lifted off the ground.
Open and ready. Showing me how bad he wants me.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“What do you think I’m doing?” I lower myself to one knee. Both. “I’m looking at the sexiest little hole I’ve ever seen. Trying to find out how much it’ll loosen up for me before I even lay a finger on you.”
“Rit.”
I can’t tell which I love more. The melty, gooey way my first name rolls off his tongue, or the rough way he bites out my nickname.
“Yes, Captain?” I bend forward, blowing a gust of warm breath over his exposed ass.
Nick groans, hips thrusting forward helplessly. “Touch me.”
“Hmm. I’m used to your orders being a lot more specific than that.”
“Finger me.”
“Yes, sir.”
The exhale of relief he releases is short-lived. I thumb his chin and shove two fingers between his parted lips. Cock thickening at the moist heat, the flex of his tongue, his sounds vibrating against the pads of my middle and forefinger.
My other hand flattens between his shoulder blades, pinning him to the ground as I slide my cock between his cheeks and pump my fingers in and out of his mouth.
His frustration quickly morphs into pleasure, the furrow between those thick brows easing. His jaw slackens as he lets me have my way with his mouth, too.
“Fuck,” he curses when I withdraw them.
“I thought you wanted me to finger you?”
“My ass. Fucking God above, I need you in me, Seth. Now.”
I obey this time. Fast. Hard. Two fingers, still slick with his spit, working through one ring of muscle. Two.
Nick cries out, his mouth open as he tries to suck back his drool.
It’s just become my personal mission to make sure there’s a wet spot soaked into the rug by the time I’m through with him.
“Better?” I ask, drizzling lube over where my fingers are seated to the knuckle. He moans as I rotate them, working the lube inside.
He murmurs something. A hybrid of yes, fuck, Seth, so good, ahh. A sound that bleeds into a higher, breathier noise as I slowly bring my fingers out and pump them all the way back in.
His fingers clench and unclench around his own ass as he backs himself up against my touch, and the sight of him moaning and fucking himself onto me, his face buried into the ground, is enough to heighten my own desperation.
I back up and bend down. Tracing where my fingers breach him with my tongue.
I love the reaction it gets out of him. The shock that detonates and releases a plume of intense pleasure that’s written into his every reaction. The absolute surrender of his body and mind to me. The way he chants my name and pushes back against the pressure of my tongue.
I love the musk of his skin and the way his balls slap my chin if he jerks back hard enough. The way his back muscles tighten and ripple.
“Oh, baby… you’re so fucking fun to play with.”
I pull out of him and move my hand down, cupping his balls as I circle his hole with my tongue. His spine arches, hips pushing back, ass jutting up. The perfect angle for me to reach beneath him and grab his cock while I work him open.
I stroke him firm and slow. Matching the way I thrust into him with my tongue. But I’m only a few strokes in when Nick makes a strangled sound, and his dick thickens. Cum pools in my palm, hot and sticky.
“Fuck,” he groans, breathing heavily as he buries his face in his forearm. “I’m so sorry.”
I kiss his glute, lightly sinking my teeth into that delicious hunk of muscle. “I don’t ever wanna hear you apologize for coming while I eat your ass.”
I bring my hand back to his hole, using his own cum to slick the entrance before I grab the other item I snuck from my nightstand. A black, silicone plug. “All that means to me is that I get to make you come again.”
I slowly feed the toy into his still-quivering entrance, smiling as he looks over his shoulder at me. Eyes wide, cheeks flushed, lips pink and parted with a deep moan as the plug fits inside him.
He pushes himself up, then kneels facing me. “Is this yours?”
“Well, I don’t collect other guys’ sex toys and keep them in my room, so yeah. It’s mine.” I chuckle. Intrigued by the lewd curiosity in his gaze. “There’s no shy with us. Not anymore. Ask me what you really wanna know.”
He bites the inside of his cheek. “Have you bottomed before?”
“I have.”
His blue eyes light up, reflecting the orange and gold flames flickering in the wood stove. “Did you like it?”
“You wanna know if I’d like doing it with you?” I revise. “Fuck yeah, Nicky. I’d love it.”
Nick’s lips part, his breaths coming shallower now as he shuffles to me on his knees. He brings a hand to the side of my neck, thumb running along my jaw. “I’ve only ever… topped. Before you. Wasn’t my preference, but I think it’d be different. With someone I love.”
I kiss him, our lips meeting in a messy slide thanks to the layer of lube on mine. “It will be. Everything is different with you. Everything is better.”
Nick groans. Something like agreement. He grabs me by the waist, and the room tilts when he lays me on my back. I prop up on my elbows, watching him lower himself between my legs, a pure shot of lust coursing through me as his hands run over my body.
“Do you love getting as much as you love giving?” He kisses along the inside of one thigh, then the other. The sensation heightened by the contrast between his prickly beard and soft lips. He grabs the backs of my knees and folds my legs against my ribs. Spreading me for him.
I reach down, winding a hand in his hair. “Find out.”
Giving. That would’ve been my honest answer.
But then Nick licks a hard, slow stripe from my hole, up the seam of my sac, along the underside of my cock.
Swirling his tongue over my pre-cum slicked head like it’s the last spoonful of his favorite dessert.
Moaning against my skin just from tasting me, or maybe from the sounds I’m making as I hold tight to that fistful of wet blond hair.
There’s no choosing what I love more between watching Nick soften for me, becoming wanton and pliant and gratified, and watching him harden for me.
Pouring his hunger for me into every touch, every kiss.
Captaining my body with the same level of perfectionism and attention to detail that he captains vessels made of steel and fiberglass rather than flesh and blood.
“I’ve never done this either,” Nick admits, taking another languid lick before teasing my hole in a way that would make him sound like a liar if not for the shy tone of his voice.
“Stick with me, Captain. You’ll do fucking everything.”
I’m pretty sure I have another first in store for him, but I wait. I wait until he finds his rhythm licking me, stroking me, palming me. Slathering me with lube and testing. A slip of his tongue, a press of his fingers. A push. One finger filling me, curling, and then two.
I wait until we’re both so into it, I’m worried my parents will hear us from the other side of the lodge, because I can’t keep quiet to save my life when he feels this good.
I wait until I’m on the brink of losing my fucking mind before I feel for the small remote I left on the floor, and I find the power button.
“Ahh, fuck,” Nick groans as the vibration kicks in. His shoulder muscles bunch up, one hand squeezing my thigh hard enough to bruise and the other freezing up at the base of my cock.
I suck a breath through my teeth, and it comes out as a puff of laughter as I run a hand down his cheek. Brush a thumb over his spit-slicked lower lip.
“Glad you’re amused, Rit,” he says. “I hope you’re ready for me, too. ‘Cause now you’re getting fucked.”
One moment, my knees are bent back against my chest, he’s knuckle deep in my ass, and his face is twisted into a grimace of pleasure. The next, my legs are tossed over his shoulders and his cock is forcing its way inside me.
It’s been a while, but I remember the initial burn. The stretch. This pleasure, though, is unlike anything I knew before.
Despite the vehemence of his threat, he takes it slow and steady.
Making sure I feel every inch, and that I love what I feel.
His lips crash down on mine. His tongue claiming my mouth and muffling our moans as he pushes forward.
His hips grind against my ass, and my fingers turn into claws around them.
I’m panting as he pulls back and bottoms out once more.
“I’ve definitely”—he breathes against my lips—“never done this raw.”
That word, alone, intensifies the friction of skin against skin with his next thrust. Raw. Not a single layer, a single undisclosed emotion, between us.
“Mm. A first for both of us.” I rock my hips to meet him, groaning as he fills me completely.
“I missed how loud you are when no one’s around.”
He nips at my lower lip as he begins to move in earnest. Setting a steady, time-bending pace. Slow enough that I can feel every inch of him pumping in and out of me. Fast enough that my heart is fucking pounding and my cock is throbbing against his stomach.
I slide my hands down his back, gripping his solid ass. Feeling it flex as he moves inside me. A little further, a little further… my fingertips find silicone. I press down.
Nick gasps.
“Yeah?” I leave my hand right where it is. Putting pressure on the plug every time his hips roll back. “Did this to myself so many times, imagining it was you inside me. Wasn’t even close. You feel so good.”
He grinds against my ass. Keeping us as close as we can possibly be. “You’re—you—” Whatever he was going to say, it disappears as I keep nudging the plug with my fingers. Fucking him with subtle motions the same way he’s fucking me. “Seth.”
“Oh fuck. Touch me, please. Please touch my cock. Wanna feel you everywhere.”
I whimper as he withdraws entirely, flipping me over onto my hands and knees. Right there on the floor—the pelt damp from our sweat.
He’s right about how loud I am, that’s for sure.
I’m so desperate for more of him that I moan at the sensation of his thighs aligning with mine.
The friction of his leg hair. The way his muscles flex as he bows over me, his chest to my back, and grabs my cock.
Stroking down with the next stretch of him filling me.
“I love you.” I reach back and grip his neck, my breaths escaping in harsh grunts against his lips. “So much, baby. I love you so much.”
Nick hunches over, pressing us closer together to kiss me deeply and whisper in my ear. “I love you.”
Deep, churning motions knock the breath out of me, his cock dragging along my inner walls until he finds the place that sets fire to my body and sends a shower of embers zapping all over.
“Come with me,” I beg him, my voice as pleasantly broken as the rest of me. “Please come with me. Give me all of it, Nicky. Every last drop. I wanna feel you.”
“I’m so close.” He rests his forehead against my temple, his fist trembling around my cock. “Stay with me. Let go with me.”
My dick eagerly follows his command, releasing into his hand as he twitches inside of me. Rope after rope of cum warming my gut as we both go speechless, breathless, with pleasure. His weight comes down on top of me, solid and heavy. His muscles form a shivering cage over my spent body.
“You can—ah—” he grits out. “Turn it the fuck off now.”
All that, and I almost forgot I was torturing him.
I toss an arm out to the side, feeling around aimlessly. “Can’t reach.”
Nick flips over. Sighing with relief as he finally finds the remote to turn off the vibrations. Our laughter breaks up the dense sound of our breathing. “You’re evil. I’m definitely not asking you to take it out now.”
“You sure? I was gonna do that part with my teeth.”
God, it feels good to hear him laugh like this. A glimpse of something carefree that makes my future flash before my eyes. Light hair streaked with silver and smile lines I helped create.
He rolls halfway on top of me, kissing my cheek and then simply cuddling there. Both of us lying on the floor, listening to the ambient crackle of the fire. “Thank you. For tonight.”
I bring him in tighter. “If you’re not allowed to apologize for blowing your load, you’re definitely not allowed to thank me for blowing mine.”
Another laugh. I might as well have won the fucking lottery.
“I love that,” I say, touching the sweet upward curve at the corner of his lips. “Keep smiling for me, Nicky.”
His gaze lingers, his fingers toying with the ends of my hair. “I’ll try.”