After we helped Mom clean up, we had a few bites of the awesome chocolate cupcakes Seth had brought us. But during the subsequent movie, Mom started yawning, then basically kicked us out. “I’m sorry, guys. I just want to climb into bed with a good book.”
“No worries, Ma. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Once she closed the door behind us and we got in the elevator, I had the urge to back him against the door and ravish his mouth. Until an older gentleman stepped inside, and we grinned at each other from opposite ends, the tension swirling in the air between us. In the parking lot, I asked to walk him to his car and couldn’t help lingering, not really sure why I couldn’t make my mouth form the right words.
Instead, I said, “I worked on a Mini Cooper the other day. I could totally see you driving one.”
His eyes lit up. “What color?”
“Ruby red.”
“That’s a good color. But have you seen the yellow ones?”
“With the black racing stripe?”
He nodded.
“Yeah, they’re sweet little rides. Maybe you should look into one.”
He arched a brow. “Maybe I will.”
“So…um…guess I’ll see you later?”
And then we stood there like two friends who had all the time in the world to stare and stammer out a conversation before I finally got brave and bit the bullet. “Unless you want to come over?”
He dipped his head, but I noted his upturned lips. “Is that what you want?”
“Yeah…yeah, I do. But I don’t want you to feel obli—”
“See you in a few,” he said with a smile that lit up my insides, then threw open his door and slid inside.
“Cool.” I backed away, then turned to speed-walk to my car. I couldn’t drive home fast enough, but he beat me there and waited for me in the driveway, looking all shy and unsure again. So I reached for his hand and led him inside the house.
After I flipped on the light, I turned toward him and did what I’d been dying to all night. I cupped his face and brushed my thumb over his bottom lip, enjoying the sound of his breath catching. “Is this okay? We don’t have to—”
“Please,” he said in a husky voice. “Kiss me.”
So I did, leaning forward and sucking on his lip before licking inside his mouth. He whimpered as I pulled him against me and took my time kissing him long and deep, and in that moment, I didn’t think anyone else’s mouth would’ve tasted as good.
Seth moaned, his hands winding in my hair, pulling on the strands like he needed more, lighting a fire inside me.
I drew back to catch my breath, my thumb brushing over the shell of his ear and making him shiver. “Shh…come here.”
I gripped his hand and led him to the couch, and once we got comfortable, I looked him over. His mouth was shiny and swollen, a bloom of color on his cheeks, and I probably looked much the same.
“Want anything to dri—”
He didn’t give me the chance to finish my question, his lips crashing against mine again. Our mouths were a clatter of lips and tongues and teeth, and I groaned into the kiss, my stomach flooding with warmth. I wanted my fingertips to touch different parts of him, but I kept them planted against his neck, not wanting to get ahead of myself.
Seth rose up on his knees, and at first I thought he might straddle my lap, which I would’ve welcomed, but instead he nudged me backward onto the cushion and settled on top of me. When our bodies aligned, along with our mouths, he sighed into the kiss. And I’d admit it felt different, how his slim form naturally seemed to melt against mine. But I could barely concentrate because all the blood from my brain was rushing straight to my groin, where his hard dick was resting against mine, and though there was denim and zippers between us, it still felt like a jolt to my system.
“Fuck.” My hands grasped onto his waist. “This…you…feel so good.”
“Are you sure?” Seth looked down at me with concern in his gaze. “I know this is new for you and—”
“I’ll admit I’m nervous. But only because I don’t actually know what…or how…” I confessed, motioning between us, trying to express that this was virgin territory for me too. “But I like how this feels.”
“I’m nervous too, but I don’t want to stop.” Seth rocked a little, sending a jolt of electric heat through my balls. “Unless you want to.”
“Fuck no.” I groaned and bunched the fabric from his shirt in my fist. “Do that again.”
He thrust against me as he connected our lips, and I practically saw stars. I pushed my tongue inside his mouth and resisted rutting against him like an animal.
All the sensations pelting my body were somehow too much and not enough at the same time. Seth kissed me soft and slow, then wild and bruising, all while rocking his hips, and as our stiff cocks rubbed together, all I could do was shudder. I had never felt anything like it, and I didn’t want it to end, even if I wound up with blue balls all night.
When my fingertips brushed the patch of smooth skin where his T-shirt had ridden up, Seth trembled. “I…I don’t mind if you touch me. I’d like it, actually.”
Looking into his eyes, I feathered my hands up and down his spine, then slid my fingers beneath the hem of his shirt and watched him shiver. I had never touched another guy like this before, and it was pretty surreal. His skin was warm and smooth, and when my hands skimmed his waist, then brushed over the fine hairs that lined his stomach, he moaned.
Trailing my fingers upward, my knuckles drifted over his pecs, his hardened nipples, and across his collarbones as I watched him for any signs of distress.
Seth squirmed, his eyes wide and glassy. “That feels amazing.”
When he fitted our mouths together again, I got lost in his lips and tongue and noises. When he ground his hips against me, I met him thrust for thrust until the only sound in the room was our combination of panting and groans.
“Jesus, I’m gonna come,” Seth breathed out.
“I’m close too,” I said as my fingers gripped his ass—holy fuck, that was a wonder all its own—and drove upward.
The room whited out as I felt Seth stiffen and shudder, but I was lost in my own pleasure, and I swore to Christ, I hadn’t come that hard in forever. Just from having a guy grinding his dick while lying on top of me.
But not just any guy. This guy. Seth, who was sweet and shy and funny, and I was apparently wildly attracted to him. Go figure.
“Are you all right?” he asked as he buried his face in my neck.
“I’m fantastic,” I panted, trying to get my breathing under control.
“Was I okay?” he asked in an uncertain voice, and my heart knocked against my chest.
And though I felt sticky and sweaty, my limbs heavy as lead, I tightened my arms around him and found his ear. “You were perfect.”
He nuzzled into my neck, and that was how we remained until I drifted off to sleep.
19
Seth
I had come with someone other than myself. With a guy. With a guy I really, really wanted, and felt safe and comfortable with, and whom I wanted to try all the things I’d always wanted to try with, but I didn’t want to rush things and ruin it. Didn’t want to get in over my head and realize Colton had been right and I was a tease or broken.