He’s not wrong, but, “I think I had more game at nineteen.”
Heat flares in his eyes and he moves closer, fingers finding mine. “Oh, I don’t know about that.” He runs his thumbs across the inside of my wrist and that fleeting contact sparks something inside of me.
I forget that I’m nervous, forget that I’ve thought about this for years, forget everything except the way Sean’s fingers curl around mine. The way his gaze drops to my mouth before glancing back up with a hunger in his eyes that makes my stomach tighten and my cock fill.
I want him.
I’ve always wanted him.
When we kiss, it’s soft, slow, a promise that there’s no need to rush, we can take our time. And I want that too. I want to explore every part of his glorious body, grab this second chance with both hands because neither of us knows what’ll happen after this.
If it’s the only time I get to touch him, then I want to make the most of it.
We pause to catch our breath, foreheads rested together. When Sean tugs on my hands and whispers, “Let’s go upstairs,” all I can do is nod and let him lead me to his bedroom.
I’m sure his room is warm and inviting, but I pay no attention to anything because my sole focus is Sean. We help each other out of our layered clothing. Impatient hands make it a struggle to get our trousers off and I end up batting Sean’s fingers away, laughter in my voice as I tell him, “Let’s do our own or we’ll never get them off.”
Sean’s quicker than me and he drops to his knees in front of me. I’m sat on the bed, trousers round my ankles, and all I can do is watch as Sean takes over, tugging them off the rest of the way and gently nudging my knees apart.
I bite my lip, blood roaring through my veins as Sean slides strong, work-rough hands from my ankles up the side of my calves, coming to rest on my thighs.
He ducks his head and I curl my fingers into the quilt, hanging on for dear life as he ever-so-slowly takes the head of my cock in his mouth.
“Fuck.”Wet heat envelops me and I don’t think anything has ever felt as good as this. Or looked as hot. I watch, mesmerised, as he sinks lower. His hands join in the fun, one wrapping around the base of my cock, the other stroking over my balls. He doesn’t stop there, though, teasing fingers sliding further back, and I can’t help but shift forward, hips tilting up to give him room.
My cock nudges the back of his throat and I pull back as he chokes a little. “Fuck, sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Sean grins up at me, his hand taking over, sliding up and down my length in a slow, easy rhythm that makes my eyes roll back. “What do you want?”
That’s like asking me to choose between all of my favourite things.
Impossible when he’s still stroking me and looking at me like he’s seconds away from throwing me down on the bed and doing what the hell he wants.
My dick twitches, andohh,we have a winner. “I want you to fuck me.”
His eyes snap up to mine, hand tightening and making me hiss. “You sure?”
In that moment, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything more. “Yes.”
He leans up and kisses me, soft and quick, but long enough for me to taste myself on his tongue. It’s so fucking hot, and I moan, wanting to deepen it, but Sean’s already pulling away. “On your knees.” His voice is low and rough; the hint of command in it sends fire through my veins.
Who knew I’d enjoy being bossed around?
I scramble into position as I hear a drawer open, and then the bed dips as he climbs on after me.
I groan again as he grabs my arse cheeks, thumbs dipping into the space between them. As much as I love the thought of being fucked like this, I want to see his face. I want to be able to hold him as he sinks inside me.
Christ, I haven’t even touchedhiscock yet and that’s just unacceptable. I scoot forward enough so I can flip onto my back without kicking Sean in the face because that would put a bit of a damper on things.
He stares down at me with a smirk. “Not a fan of it like that?”
“Definitely a fan, but this time around I want to look at you.”
His expression softens and I reach for him as I whisper, “And I want to touch you.” My hand closes around his cock and he sucks in a breath, eyes dropping shut as I do something I’ve spent so many hours imagining. Of course it’s way better than I remember, my mind no substitute for the weight of him in my palm. He’s thick and so fucking hard, and my pulse races at the thought of what we’re about to do.
“Condoms? Lube?” My voice catches, anticipation stealing my breath.
Sean tosses a condom onto my stomach, then uncaps the bottle of lube. I tear the wrapper open as he slicks his fingers. He watches, bottom lip caught between his teeth, as I carefully roll the condom down his length. Then I lie back, knees drawn up, and it’s my turn to watch as he opens me up like there’s no rush. Like I’m not clutching the bottom sheet in a death grip, head pressed back into the pillow as he takes me apart.
