Seth immediately lifted his hand away from my ass. “Shh.” He wrapped his fingers loosely around my cock and pressed softkisses to the head over and over, lapping at my slit until the heat began to build in my groin again. He licked up my hardening shaft, one side, then the other, and sucked me in a couple of inches, playing with his tongue, pressing me against the roof of his mouth.
“More.” I squirmed as my cock got back onboard, hard and needy in his tightening grip. “I’m fine.”
“You sure are.” Seth bit my stomach, which made my eyes pop open. “You’re incredible and you’re independent. You deserve to feel good however you want to. No one gets to choose for you. Not him, and not me.”
Molten heat of desire flooded through me. I felt wild, my worries washed away in that burning tide. I said, “Fuck me, then.”
“If you want to. Not to defy your dad.” Seth went back to blowing me with a depth and technique that made thinking impossible. My balls ached, inches from exploding.
I tugged hard on his curls and managed to stutter, “I… I want to. Please.”
“Okay.” He raised his head and grinned, letting go of my spit-damp cock. “I want to, too.”
Fuck, now what?I wished visions of my Dad busting in the bathroom hadn’t kept me from even sticking a finger in myself, all the times I’d thought of trying. Seth was going to think I was a virgin loser. “Uh, I don’t know how… I’ve seen porn…”
“Forget porn. It’s hot, but it’s all fantasy.” Seth tugged and pushed me onto my side, the bulk of him at my back. “Slide this leg up.” He dug his fingers into my butt cheeks, then pushed on my upper thigh.
Burying my face in the pillow to hide my flushed cheeks, I did as I was told, exposing my asshole. Shame and need mingled inside me, but Seth’s murmur of approval helped.
“Yeah, like that.” Seth rubbed his blunt finger against my opening with a firm, rhythmic pressure. “Hell, yeah, look at you being good for me.”
His voice, his touch, drowned the last of my reluctance. How many fantasies had I had like this? A man behind me, wanting me, opening me up? “Do we need lube?” I whispered.
“Damned right. Until you know what you’re doing, don’t let anyone tell you spit does the job.”
I don’t want just anyone.I knew better than to say so, or try to make this more than it was.This is good, this is awesome. Don’t be greedy.
Seth pulled open his bedside drawer and took out stuff. I didn’t unbury from the pillow to watch. A click and squish-sound was followed with the return of his finger, cool and slick. He pressed in a little way and I clenched. “Cold,” I muttered, like that was the problem.
“You’re fucking hot in here. Lube’ll warm up fast.” He pressed deeper.
My body resisted the weirdness of something going in instead of out. The stretch of my asshole and the odd, achy, prickly sensations pulsing through me didn’t quite add up toYes.I clenched my teeth and tried to relax.
Seth was patient— more patient than I had any right to expect— working his finger into me bit by bit. I arched my back, slid my leg higher, trying to show my willingness.Don’t stop. Don’t ask if I’m okay.
As if he heard my thoughts, Seth just uttered near-wordless murmurs of “Uh-huh” and “Yeah” as he fingered me. He pulled out, used more lube, and slipped back in with surprising ease. Moment by moment, the weirdness faded, replaced by odd flashes of pleasure. I sighed and relaxed into Seth’s touch, letting him slide deep.
“Attaboy.” He froze. “Sorry. Not boy. I’m sorry.”
“It’s preference, not trauma,” I lied. “Keep going.”
“Two fingers now. It sounds weird but it helps if you push out a little.” Seth reached over my hip with his other hand and found my dick, pumping half a dozen times, which was all it took for me to go back to being hard. Then he pushed in more fingers, bigger and harder.
“Fuuuck.” I tried not to arch away. The stretch ached, almost hurt, but a wild bolt of desire shot through me and my cock jerked.
Seth murmured against my shoulder, “You can do it. Gonna make it good for you, Austin.”
The sound of my new name was like a security blanket, trust wrapped up in his drawling voice.
I grunted and moaned and writhed under Seth’s touch. He pumped his fingers in and out, opening me wider. Weird and uncomfortable stretch faded into surging heat with sharp electric pulses whenever Seth’s fingertips brushed over my prostate. My dick was iron hard again, drooling precum into his fist.
“Bet I could make you come just like this,” Seth suggested.
That was too fucking close to the truth already. “Fuck me,” I begged. “Properly.”
“I like playing.”
I kicked back at his shins. “Come on, you fucker.”
