Page 21 of Weathering The Storm

“Ohfuck,” he moans when I finally wrap my lips around his flared tip, flicking with my tongue. “Fuck,Nicky. Yeah.”

He’ssofucking vocal. Feverishly groaning and panting with every inch I sink down. And he keeps saying that stupid nickname like he knows it’s secretly my favorite thing in the entire world.

The weight of him in my mouth does something to me. Feeds a long-neglected yearning and unleashes a dormant hunger, all at once. My throat is sticky and thick with his pre-cum, my saliva. AndGod,how it aches. Not from him hitting the back of it, but from him not hitting it hard enough.

I grab his hips, thumbs digging into those grooves of muscle as I move. Barely breathing, stuffing my mouth with him as if I can make him fill me everywhere. Make him a part of me.

His cock rams the self-consciousness right out of me. It batters every thought from my head.

It only takes a few strokes for me to spiral into a sloppy, desperate wreck. Drool dripping down my chin, tongue lapping the salt from his head with each withdrawal. One hand palming his balls and the other making a slow path over ridges of muscle to tweak his nipple again.

When he groans, I groan. When his cock throbs against my tongue, mine weeps in my sweatpants, leaking so damn bad that I begin to wonder if I’m going to come in my pants just from sucking Seth’s dick. When he thrusts forward, I push myself down until I’m gagging. Dragging the scent of him through my nostrils in deep pulls like the addict I am.

“Goddamnyour mouth feels so fucking good,” he gasps, his hand tightening in my hair.

I look up, following the path of his forearm flexing to the tight bunch of his pectoral muscles, his abs, to his trembling thighs. I think I hear him whimper, but then I see the slow smile spreading across his cheeks and realize the sound came fromme.

His knee bends and rotates. A socked foot nudges my erection, the side of his arch grazing the length of my shaft. And without shame or hesitation, I rub myself against him. Frantic for anything. Any contact at all.

Never thought I gave a shit about feet, but I don’t think there’s a single part of Seth that could touch me without turning me on.

“Touch yourself,” he breathes, applying pressure with the ball of his foot until I groan. “Show me. I wanna see you.”

I don’t think. I obey. I take his foot, squeeze it before setting it aside, and pull out my cock. Fisting the base. He groans like he likes what he sees. Like heloveshow flushed and slick I am from sucking on him, strands of pre-cum sticking to my thumb and foreskin as I spread it around.

I stroke, and he pulls my head back down. Bracing my cheeks with both hands and gently, thoroughly fucking into my mouth.

“So hot, Nicky, you’re so fucking hot. Gonna come. If you don’t want—you need to move—”

I want.

I want whatever he has to give me, and then I want to come back for more.

A loud, rough sound scrapes out of him. My new favorite sound, right next toNicky, Nicky, Nicky.Warm, thick salt coats the back of my throat in bursts, and I swallow. Then swallow again. Sucking him down, licking him clean, making sure to take all of him with me.

Only when I feel him begin to soften do I pull back and allow myself to breathe. Staring up at him as I kiss his lower stomach, my hands running up his thighs while my breath sweeps over him in deep gusts.

He’s breathing heavy, too. Petting my face, stroking through my stubble and my hair before grabbing it in two fistfuls and tugging up. Demanding.

I stagger to my feet, forgetting how hard I still am, my sweatpants still shoved down under my erection, until his hand encircles me.

“Damn. Are you always this fucking big, or should I be flattered by how much you love choking on my cock?” He strokes me from root to tip, laughing softly when I shiver. “Oh, Nicky. Let me take care of you.”

His grip is so mind-numbingly firm, it doesn’t occur to me until my legs bump into the captain’s chair that he’s guiding me back by my fucking cock.

He yanks my sweats further down, squeezing my bare ass. “Sit down, Captain.”

Him throwing my title back at me, using it as a command, sends a jolt straight through my dick.

I lower myself onto the seat, gripping the edges of the armrests. “I’m usually the one giving orders in the wheelhouse.”

“You may be the boss of the ship.” Seth cages me in, claiming my lips. “But this…”

He leaves a trail of wet, nipping kisses down the center of my stomach. Pausing to tug my sweats all the way down, a thick band of fabric shackling my ankles.

His eyes are practically black when they blink up at me, mapping my reactions as he strokes me. His tongue swirls over my balls until another bead of pre-cum forms at my tip, and he smiles. Looking all too pleased with himself. Or maybe, pleased by my body’s eager response.

Then slowly, tauntingly, he leans forward to lick it up. Bathing my crown, then my shaft, in his spit while he makes satisfied little hums with every taste of my skin.