“Expect a response.” He grinned.
Hedefinitelywanted to see Seth again.
Chapter Six
Seth had gotten as far as getting dressed to go out, tousling his hair artfully in the mirror, before deciding he couldn’t go through with picking someone else up tonight.
He hadn’t made any promises to Oz or anything, but it still didn’t feel right. He knew that it wasn’t technically cheating, but it felt that way.
Besides, Oz had been amazing, and knowing that if he was patient he could have him again made the idea of substandard casual sex unappealing.
Seth took his phone out as he undressed, scrolling down to Oz’s number in his contacts list.
He had told Oz to expect sexts, and Oz had agreed that he’d respond.
If he was going to forgo sex on Oz’s account, the least Oz could do was help him get off.
Seth stripped off the remainder of his clothing, his cock already showing an interest as he settled down on the bed, propping himself up and spreading himself out to get comfortable.
He considered getting a toy out, but that seemed like overkill. The memory of Oz was enough this time, still fresh in his mind. He’d woken up gasping this morning, Oz’s name still on his lips, so it was about time he got to work teasing the whole fantasy out.
Seth stroked his cock idly and grabbed his phone from where he’d left it on the other pillow, trying to think of something to say.
He let his mind wander to Oz, to the strong, lean muscles of his back, to the knowing smile he’d broken into when Seth had woken him, hard and ready for round two. The way he’d rolled over and pushed Seth down into the mattress, held him there, slipped inside him and rocked, slow and deliberate, every stroke measured to make Seth feel hot and needy, every movement designed to tease.
Seth tossed the phone aside, too far gone already to text anything coherent. The version of Oz in his mind was all he needed, and letting Oz know he was thinking of him felt… clingy. The last thing Seth wanted to do was freak him out.
Instead, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, remembering the warm, inviting scent of Oz’s cologne, the rustle of the blankets on top of them, the thickness of his cock. Two days later, Seth could still remember that vividly, as well as the fading bruises Oz had left on him in his excitement.
“Oz,” he murmured, squeezing his own cock tight, letting memory take a turn into fantasy as Oz rolled him over, lifted him to his knees, and slid in again, deeper this time, harder, holding Seth’s hip with one hand and the bedframe with the other for leverage.
Seth spat on his fingers and reached down to circle his hole, gasping at the first touch. Oz’s fingers had been bigger, stronger, but his own were enough for now, the memory of what he’d felt like still so clear.
He bit down on his lip, grunting as he pushed the tip of a finger inside himself, his balls drawing up. This wasn’t going to last long, but it was already more satisfying than finding someone else.
Oz had ruined him for other men. It’d be a while before he forgot how good Oz had been, how perfect everything about him was.
In Seth’s mind, Oz slammed into him, hips rocking forward, his cock deep inside again. Seth spread his legs further, arched his hips, whimpered as he touched himself, imagining bigger, stronger hands doing the work, imagining Oz’s body pressing down into him, the weight of it making it hard to breathe.
Seth’s skin tingled, his whole body hot and tight, begging silently for release. He was so close, so incredibly close to coming already. Oz did that to him. He’d had to hold back the second time, afraid of embarrassing himself the moment Oz was inside him, he’d wanted it so much.
He wanted Oz right now, Oz fucking into him like he needed it to live, Oz murmuring about how hot this was, how good Seth felt right into his ear, the pull and tug of Oz’s skin against his, the creaking of the hotel mattress, he needed, he needed…
Seth cried out as he came, arching clear off the bed as he coated his hand and stomach. He groaned, collapsing into the mattress and staring up at the ceiling as the aftershocks coursed through him, making him shiver.
The real thing had been a hundred times better, but the memory had been hot, too. Seth wasn’t sure Oz understood how much he’d enjoyed fucking him.
He panted to catch his breath, letting the fantasy taper off with Oz curling up beside him, both of them exhausted.
Seth hadn’t exactly intended on taking a nap, but even imaginary Oz was enough to completely wear him out. As he closed his eyes, he smiled at the thought of seeing him in just a few days.
Saturday couldn’t come fast enough.
Chapter Seven
