I wait until he lifts his head and meets my eyes. “I want to fuck you.” I trail my fingers closer to where I want to sink inside him, and his grip on my hair tightens. I imagine him doing that as I slide my cock in him, and I have to close my eyes and count to ten. “If that’s something you’re into?” And then because I don’t want to put any pressure on him if it’s not his thing, I add, “Or you can fuck me.” I open my eyes to find him staring at me, the intensity in his gaze sending another jolt of heat through me.
I know what his answer is before he even opens his mouth, and my heart beats crazily in anticipation.
“You can fuck me,” he murmurs, then his mouth is back on mine. The kiss so much filthier than the last one. His tongue seeks out mine, his hands tug my hair enough to make me arch against him, and he rolls his hips in a slow dirty grind that has me wrapping my legs around his waist and moaning. It’s like I’ve unleashed a new level inside him and he’s just been waiting for it to be let out.
It’s so fucking hot, and I’m almost tempted to stay like this until we both come from the friction. But the thought of what else we could be doing is enough for me to push his shoulder until he gets the hint and rolls onto his back.
We’re both breathing heavily, I’ve got precome smeared over my belly, his or mine, I’m not sure but my cock is aching with the need for release. I sit up, gaze raking over his body, every breathtaking inch of it. I realise I’m lost staring at him when his hand squeezes my thigh.
“Lube? Condom?”
Fuck, right. “Sorry.” I grin down at him. “You’re very distracting.”
He laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners, and I’m struck by how fucking easy this all is. Shouldn’t it at least be a little awkward? How am I this relaxed with someone I’ve known for days instead of months?
I can’t answer that and I give up trying, reaching for supplies instead. I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time to obsess over this later, but right now I have a hot naked man in my bed and I’m about to fulfil one of my wildest dreams.
I turn back to find Sean has rolled over and shoved a pillow under his hips.
His arse is just right fucking there.
Unable to resist, I palm each cheek and spread him open. The first flick of my tongue makes him gasp, clearly taken off guard, but he soon sinks into the bed moaning into the pillows as I tease him open.
“Jesus Christ.” His voice is muffled, but I still hear the desperation in it. I sit back and reach for the lube, opening him up with my fingers until his hands are curled into fists, the quilt clasped tight in his grip. “That’s enough,” he whispers, glancing back over his shoulder. “Fuck me.”
The heat in his gaze is enough to get me moving.
Sean watches as I tear open the condom and roll it down my length. It’s hot, being watched like this, and I can’t help but draw it out. He raises an eyebrow as I take my time getting into position. I grin back at him and he’s laughing as he buries his head in the pillow again.
This.
This right here is everything I’d hoped it would be between us.
Fun. Sexy. Easy.
I draw in a shaky breath because if I’m not careful, I’m going to get way ahead of myself.
Casual. I remind myself.
Sean is still skittish. I know he said sorry for assuming I’m like his ex, but I get the feeling he’s still wary.
Just enjoy this for what it is.
I have Sean splayed out on my bed, waiting for me to fuck him.
That’s more than enough for now.
I run my hands up his thighs, the hair soft under my palms. He shivers the higher I get, fingers curling tighter around the quilt.
“Vic.”
The urgency in the way he says my name pours fuel on the fire already burning bright inside me, and I’m done teasing him. He groans again as I slide inside him; low and rough, and I stop, resting my head against his shoulder as we both take a moment to adjust.
For a drawn-out moment, there’s just the sound of our breathing, and I’m lost to the feel of him around me. Then Sean nudges his hips back, eager, and I’m hot with the need to move. To thrust in and out of him and make him feel so fucking good that he loses the control he’s so obviously clinging onto.
I fuck him slow and deep, rolling my hips as I bury myself inside him again and again. His moans fill the room, matching mine, and we move together like this is the hundredth time we’ve done this, not the first.
Like everything with Sean this time around, it feels both new and achingly familiar.
