Better Than Safe (22 page)

Seth sat up when I stopped the car in front of my house and waited for the garage door to open. He stroked me slowly while he palmed his erection through his jeans with the other. The streetlight shone dimly into the car’s interior, shedding enough light for me to see the carnal desire in his eyes. He looked as strung out and edgy as I felt. Somehow, knowing we were both suffering made the torment tolerable.

I pulled into the garage, turned off the engine, and pressed the button to immediately close the door. I waited until it was halfway down before reaching for Seth and crashing my mouth over his. He groaned wantonly as I feverishly devoured him, loving the taste of myself on his tongue. He pushed me away to take a deep breath and rested his forehead against mine.

“Come inside.”

He squeezed my cock and dipped his fingers lower to fondle my balls before finally releasing me. He eyed me intently as he unlatched his seat belt and opened the car door.

“Lead the way.”

I swallowed hard and closed my eyes for a brief second in the hopes of summoning a modicum of control. Because yes… I wanted to fuck him in my car, next to my car, on top of—I wanted him with a touch of insanity that urged me to take without thought. But I also wanted this to be more than a quick fuck in the dark or an illicit one-off between two men who might not be sure about each other, but were honest enough to acknowledge an intense physical attraction. I licked my lips nervously and rezipped my trousers before I opened my door to join him.

A
FAINT
light coming from the living area left the kitchen awash in romantic shadows. Seth pushed his hair behind his ears and grinned. So beautiful. I kissed him swiftly, then led him through the kitchen and living room toward the staircase. I felt his presence behind me, but we didn’t touch again until I grasped his fingers and pulled him down the short hallway into the master bedroom. I hit a button on the side panel. A soft light illuminated the tasteful crisp white linens on the king-sized bed and sent the rest of the large space into shadow. The only piece of furniture visible in the dim lighting was the enormous bed. Seth chuckled as he curled one arm around my waist and splayed the other over my chest.

“My, what a big bed you have,” he teased as he unbuttoned my shirt and ground his pelvis into my side like a pole dancer.

“All the better to fuck you in, darling.” I reached for his belt loop and pulled him, with more force than I intended, to stand in front of me.

He shuddered dramatically and began working the intricate buttons of his own shirt. “God, I love it when you say nasty things. Do it again. Tell me what you’re going to do to me, Paul.”

“Take your shirt off,” I commanded, purposefully ignoring him. I wouldn’t last if I let him take over now. He was pure sex. From the way his fingers flew over his buttons and peeled back his shirt to expose his gorgeous toned chest, to the suggestive sway of his hips as he unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped. Seth had been trained to move and pose for the runway. He knew how to use his body and he was very comfortable in his skin… with or without clothes.

“Tell me you’re—”

“No.”

I lunged for him the second his jeans hit the floor and molded him against me, dipping my hand inside his briefs to grab his ass. He gasped in surprised when I smacked one cheek and then the other.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

I kneaded his flesh, then pulled it apart as I drew him in. He writhed against me, sliding his erection alongside mine through the thin barrier of fabric. I moaned as I held him around his slim waist and yanked him by the hair to expose his neck. So beautiful. Gorgeous lines and sharp angles. I licked a path up his throat and bit his chin lightly before capturing his mouth in a searing kiss.

Seth returned the kiss with wild abandon. He clutched at my hair, then moved his hands over my shoulders and under my shirt. He scratched and clawed at my back before inching back far enough to work on removing my khakis. He slipped his fingers under the elastic of my briefs and pushed the fabric aside. I kept my lips glued to his as I did the same until we were standing with our mouths fused and our discarded clothing pooled at our feet. The sheer bliss of holding his naked body again was better than I’d remembered. Our drunken groping in a hotel room had been fun and sexy, but it was nothing compared to this.

“I’m so fucking horny. I could cum from rubbing against your stomach right now. Bed. Please.”

I nodded and reluctantly released him to shrug my shirt from my shoulders and remove my shoes and socks. Seth did the same, then stood next to me, stroking his impossibly hard dick with a devilish smirk as he watched me haphazardly toss decorative pillows from the bed to push the duvet aside. I gave him a playful shove and quickly climbed over him when he landed on his back with an
oomph
of surprise.

Seth stared up at me with a beguiling expression of humor laced with lust. His dark hair against the white linen was a breathtaking contrast. He could have been a painting, I mused. Someone should paint him so other mere mortals could know true beauty. The unconventional kind that combined self-awareness with sharp wit and a bright mind. The man beneath me was much more than a lovely face attached to a sinfully sexy body.

My hands trembled slightly as I traced the contours of his toned chest. I grazed my thumbs over his nipples then pinched the sensitive nubs until he closed his eyes and shifted his hips upward, looking for friction. I knelt over him, allowing our throbbing cocks only the barest amount of contact as I ran my hands along his lean torso. I was mesmerized by the sight of our rigid cocks leaking precum on Seth’s golden skin. Without thinking, I wrapped my hands around our flesh in a tight hold and squeezed. We both groaned. I stroked us languidly, purposefully keeping a slow, steady tempo as I smeared the moisture with a twist of my wrist.

“Oh fuck! Paul, I’m too—”

I covered his mouth and flattened myself over his body in a fluid motion meant to catch him by surprise and hopefully shut him up. He gave me a wide-eyed, playful look. I rolled my eyes, but kept my hand in place and donned a serious expression as I leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Patience. Roll over on your stomach. Ass in the air. Understood?”

I waited for him to nod his exaggerated acquiescence with twinkling eyes before shifting on my knees to grab a condom and lube from the side table.

“Quit wiggling and shift back. More.”

I knelt between his legs and uncapped the lube with one hand while I ran a soothing hand along his spine. I loved my view of his broad, toned back, tapered waist, and gorgeous round ass.

“On your knees.”

Miraculously, he complied without uttering a word. I poured a generous amount of lube in my right hand and let the smallest bit trickle over his exposed hole. Seth fell forward on his elbows with a curse and reached for his dick.

“No. Let me.”

I swatted his hand away and grasped hold of him from between his spread thighs with a lube-slicked palm. He backed up enough to give me better access, writhing shamelessly beneath me. But the moment I touched his entrance with just the tip of my finger, he went still. His muscles visibly tensed. He propped himself up on his hands and took a deep breath as though readying himself for an assault.

“Seth?”

“Hmm. I’m ready. Just go easy, okay?”

The resolve in his voice was odd. And alarming. There was no way I was remotely interested in a pity fuck. But it didn’t make sense. Less than ten seconds ago, he was begging for it.

“Turn over. On your back.”

“Huh?”

I nudged him gently and waited for him to comply. Part of me hoped the position had been wrong for him and he’d be more relaxed on his back. Alas, it was wishful thinking. He opened his legs wide in invitation, but ruined the effect by covering his eyes with his forearm.

“Seth. What’s wrong?”

His hand immediately flew from his face. He stared up at me in confusion. “Nothing. Don’t you want—”

I gave a pained half chuckle as I reached for my stiff member and tapped it against his inner thigh. “Yes, but you’re… tense. Too tense.”

He licked his upper lip and gulped before attempting a smile that didn’t quite make his eyes. “I haven’t bottomed in a long time. That’s all. And the last time I did wasn’t the greatest experience. But I want to, Paul. For you.”

“I don’t need you to do me a fav—”

“Hey!” Seth scrambled to sit up with his thighs resting on top of mine. He ran his fingers through my hair as he pulled me in for a fierce kiss. “No favors. I want you.”

“I don’t mind if—”

“Paul. I want your dick in my ass. Better?” he asked, managing to sound thoroughly exasperated.

I leaned in to kiss him before pushing him flat on his back. “Much. Relax, all right?”

He nodded vehemently, but sat up on his elbows and gave me an inscrutable look. “Just go slow.”

“I will. I promise.”

I relubed my fingers before inching closer to lift his right leg over my shoulder. He gave me a shy smile of encouragement that made me laugh. I’d done this more times than I could count, but for some reason, I was bloody nervous. I tentatively rubbed the sensitive skin under his balls as I stroked his shaft. When his hips rose to meet my touch, I let a single digit graze his hole. He stilled for a beat and set his hand on my wrist. When he let go, I pushed my finger inside.

“Oh fuck.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. Good.”

I probed a little further in a quick in-and-out motion until he hooked his hands under his knees and told me he wanted more. I added lube, then very gently pushed a second finger into his hot channel.

“That feels… so—Paul, I’m ready. Do it. Fuck me.”

“Not so fast. Relax.”

Seth grabbed his cock in a punishing grip as he rocked his hips up and down. All his early inhibitions were long gone. He was pure energy again, sure and confident. When I pushed the tip of a third finger inside, he went crazy. He undulated wildly, growling as he moved in a frenzy. The sight was enough to make me lose it. Reluctantly I removed my hand, knowing I needed both to deal with a condom in my shaky state. He chuckled at my fumbling, but stilled when I crawled back between his thighs.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I am.” This time his smile lit his face, making his eyes sparkle with an enticing mixture of passion and humor.

I lifted Seth’s hips off the mattress, set my sheathed cock at his entrance, and gently pushed. Very slowly I pressed forward, stopping frequently to let him adjust and to catch my own breath. Being inside Seth was more incredible than I imagined. He was tight and so hot. I felt consumed by him. It didn’t matter who was on top… he was always the one in control. When I was balls deep, I lifted myself to get a good look at him.

“You gotta move. I’m dying here.”

I inclined my head, knowing I couldn’t speak, before rocking my hips forward. Slowly, gently. I set a leisurely tempo that nearly killed me when everything in me demanded me to drive and plunder. Seth clutched at my shoulders and wrapped his legs high around my waist, angling his pelvis so I hit his prostate at each languid pass.

“More.” He tightened his legs around my waist and squeezed.

“You’re sure?”

“Very sure.”

I lowered myself over him, caging his head between my arms, and thrust deeply inside before pulling almost completely out. He gasped in surprise, then clutched at my hips to pull me close again. I threaded my fingers through his lovely hair and bent to kiss his mouth, licking his lips as I plunged forward. Over and over.

Seth was insatiable and demanding. He licked my throat, bit my shoulder, and clawed at my back as he raised his hips to meet mine, urging me on with a constant plea for “harder, faster, fuck me, Paul!” Sweat beaded my forehead as I pistoned into him, giving him everything he asked for.

“I’m close,” he cried, renewing his hold on his cock.

“Let me.” I tried to push his hand aside, but he stopped me.

“Wait. Get behind me again.”

“But—”

He scooted out from under me and flipped over to his hands and knees, putting himself on full display.

“Bloody he—”

Seth reached back and positioned my prick at his entrance, then pushed back until I was once again buried deep inside him. I felt dizzy, rocked by the onslaught of sensation. A tingle at the base of my spine warned me I was close too. I ran my hands up Seth’s sides and rested them on his shoulders before letting my hips fly. A buzzing hum filled my head, accompanying the rhythmic pounding of flesh, making it difficult to hear his litany of “fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.” But I got the message and obeyed.

“I’m—ahhh, fuck, I’m coming!” Seth roared, shoving his hips back hard.

I held his chest as he shuddered, and I covered his cum-slick cock with my hand. I slowed my pace, but didn’t stop moving. I couldn’t. My control was at a tipping point. I stroked his spent flesh and tried to concentrate on breathing. I was proud of my effort, but knew it was over when he lifted my wet fingers and licked them clean.

“Oh fuck.”

“Yeah. Fuck me. Cum in my ass. Harder. Har—”

I fell apart, clutching my lover’s body tightly, pumping my hips until I literally had nothing left in me. I was shattered. Completely gone. I shook in the aftermath of what was easily one of the most intense orgasms of my life. My knees trembled and I gasped for breath, panting like I’d run a marathon. I chuckled as I hugged Seth close to me and kissed his shoulder.

“What’s so funny? Are you an after-sex inappropriate giggler?”

I laughed as I gently disengaged and delivered a light smack to his rear end. “Cheeky devil. I’ll be back. Lie down.”

I headed for the master bath to clean up. I returned with a damp cloth a minute later to find Seth sprawled flat on his back with a silly grin on his gorgeous face.

“Did you really call me a cheeky devil?” he asked, lifting his leg when I gestured for him to turn over.

“Yes. Very British. I know. You’re remarkably immodest, aren’t you?” I thickened my accent as I made a show of thoroughly cleaning him.