Page 48 of Weathering The Storm

“I want you to fuck me.”

His hips press into my ass a little harder, his lips finding my neck as he groans and sucks at my tendon. “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

He grabs my ass, slippery thumbs moving inward. Washing gradually more sensitive skin.

My back arches reflexively, meeting resistance as I accidentally crush Seth against the opposite shower wall.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to have you.” He speaks into my shoulder, lathering soap along my crack and teasing my hole in circles. I can’t tell whether I feel more debased or cared for. “Can’t wait to taste you and open you up for me. Feel you grip my cock like you grip my fingers.”

His words send a shock straight to my groin that makes me spin around. Grab him. Kiss him.

Our tongues tangle on contact, trading the clear taste of fresh water back and forth until the salt on our lips dissipates. Powdery soap perfumes the steam between us as I return the favor, half cleaning him, half clinging to him. Lacking all the finesse he had when he touched me and instead gripping, pawing, groping at his solid muscles.

Equally, I mourn that he won’t smell like his usual soap and relish that he’ll smell like mine.

I shut the water off as soon as I’ve rinsed the bubbles from his skin and force open the shower door.

“Bed. Now,” Seth grunts, stumbling out into the head.

We share a towel to do the world’s worst job of drying ourselves off. I blindly fumble for my bottle of vitamin E oil in the medicine cabinet, and I’ve barely grabbed it when I feel myself tugged forward. A combination of momentum from the next swell and Seth dragging me by my waist.

His next tug has me flat on my back in the center of my bed, and then his full weight comes down on top of me. Strong legs tangling with mine as he kisses me like we’ll both run out of air if we stop.

Shivering and mindless, all I can do is repeat the same damn words. “Want you. Want you so bad.”

I whisper them when he flips me over and kisses his way down my back. I quietly sob them when he spreads my cheeks wide. I choke them off when I hear a softptt, and his spit slicks my hole. One big thumb circles my ass, the other stroking along my taint.

“Yes, baby.” The softness of his voice twists me up inside.Babynever felt like a word made for a man of my height, my build, my roughness, but when he says it, I feel like I could fit in the palm of his hand. “Want you, too. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

His tongue comes down on me, licking a stripe from my sac to my hole. My muscles twitch, flutter. Clench all over again at the reminder that I’m exposed to him like I’ve never been exposed to anyone.

My thighs involuntarily jerk closer together, but he wrenches them apart. Settling the widest part of his chest between them like he has no intention of moving for a long while.

“Your body’s the best thing I’ve ever fucking tasted, Nicky.” His tongue laves over me. Pass by pass, unwinding the tension in my legs and shoulders. “Don’t get shy on me. I wanna see you.”

I’m not sure if I’ve processed my own thoughts on the matter, but I do know I believe him. It seems like he loves this, like he wants more, and that’s enough for me to want to give it to him. The man who’s done nothing but convert my vulnerability into pleasure.

I spread my legs a little wider, bending my knees.

Seth groans into my flesh, tonguing me like it’s his single greatest obsession. The intensity of the sensation overwhelms my insecurity. His tongue flexes to a point, prying me open while he strokes the sensitive skin along both sides of my crack.

I watch over my shoulder, breath quickening as he glances up at me. His eyes darkening and squinting with his devilish grin before they drift shut, and he buries his face in my ass. Moaning every time Imake a sound into the bedding.

My hips lift off the bed without conscious input, brazenly pressing my ass into Seth’s face, begging him for more.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“You…”

You make everything feel so damn good. That’s what I’m trying to say, but it doesn’t make it out. Not even close.

Seth’s wet lips make an obscene noise as he kisses methere. All over. Everywhere he can put his mouth, he does.

“Ilovethis,” he says, dark and thick and reassuring.

The cap on the oil bottle clicks open. He reaches beneath me and splays a hand above my cock while the other moves in. A slick digit slowly breaching me as he watches with rapt focus, lips parted and shiny with spit.