“Go on, soldier,” Seth said, his voice husky and low. “Let me see what you’ve got.”
I put my hands on his waist and pulled him in, pressing my wet lips against his stomach, kissing the trail from his belly button to the edge of his pants. There, I bit the fabric and undid the button with my teeth, pulling on the edge of the pants until the zipper yielded and opened for me.
“Fuck,” Seth mumbled, fingers running through my hair. “Keep going.”
My hands slipped just for long enough to pull his pants down to his ankles. When I lifted them again, they slapped against that perfect ass, feeling the fullness of it and the firmness beneath the soft fabric of his underwear.
I dragged my lips along his cock, moving from the base to the tip where it rested against his hip. It was as easy as if the whole last year hadn’t even happened.
My heart thundered with this ridiculous happiness as I growled and got the fabric caught between my teeth, pulling it down Seth’s waist, dragging his cock with it, undressing him to finally take what I wanted.
I didn’t think. I didn’t want to. Who needed the talk of feelings when it would ruin something so perfect? The happiness that made my heart dance a jig in my chest had everything to do with the simplicity of it, the ease with which we could skip to the good part. Yet I didn’t fool myself by thinking there wasn’t more to it. It was only that I needed to keep the “more” away from whatever this was.
The fun was in the fact that his brother was a controlling asshole and that I was Seth’s personal rebellion. The fun was in the fact that this wasn’t supposed to happen. So what were two stubborn guys supposed to do?
I yanked his underwear down, letting his cock spring free, passing just by my face. The scent of precum and musk mixed in my nostrils as I pulled his underwear down with my hands, leaving them around his ankles.
Seth breathed deeply through his open mouth as I leaned in. My gaze flicked up to meet his beautiful, wide eyes, and I parted my lips and pressed against the base of his cock.
He was eight hard inches of pure desire as I dragged my mouth along him to wrap my lips around the tip, taking him into my mouth with the ease I had never lost. He was just as delicious and just as excited as he had always been, throbbing gently twice by the time I took him near my throat.
The defiant smile playing across his face reassured me as I placed my hands on his smooth, firm ass, pulling him closer and bobbing my head down on his hard cock. Each little move took him deeper into my throat, and each playful move of my tongue over the rim of his cock’s head made him pulse inside my mouth.
I could toy with Seth all night, and it wouldn’t be enough.
What I craved, really craved deep down, was to take him away to some distant place where nobody knew us, take him and lock us up for days with only room service to interrupt us with the sole purpose of not starving, and to explore with him every wicked delight known to man.
Sex was different when it was off-limits. It hit differently when it was spiteful. And it was the best when we spent days shooting each other hateful looks only to collide at night and forget that we were on the opposite sides of a raging war.
He was surer in himself than he had been a year ago.
Every move was filled with confidence. When he moved his hand over my hair, when his thumb caressed my cheek, and when he cupped my chin while thrusting his cock into my mouth, it was all the work of someone who’d left behind the wallflower role he’d so quickly embraced in his early youth.
Seth kept his pace steady, letting me take over from time to time, standing still while I worked him with my mouth, lips sealed around his cock, sucking him until he was slick and saliva was dripping down his shaft and balls. Then, he would switch the play, threading his fingers together on the back of my head, swinging his hips forward, and sliding into my mouth for all the pleasure he could take from me. He rammed himself hard into the back of my throat, looking at me with growing curiosity.How far can I go? How much can you take?I could see the questions rising in his eyes. And the answer was as simple as ever.Everything.So long as it was from him.
I hadn’t been with many guys. More often than not, they were the boyfriends of girls I chased, and they were game for a little fooling around. On occasion, I lost a pair of underwear at a frat house after a wicked party or some college guy’s dorm room, but those tokens were rarer by far than the other kind. The number of breakfasts I skipped in sororities was staggering.
Even so, sucking Seth’s dick gave me such pleasure that I feared my heart might just overwork itself.
I wanted his cum. I wanted to see him shatter, wanted to see him bite his lip until it bled and his muscles flexed so hard it hurt. I wanted him to shake and shiver, to grunt and growl, to come undone because of me.
My hand moved down into my boxer briefs, dragging a chuckle from Seth’s pretty lips. He bit the lower one and swung his hips forward, filling my throat with his cock and throbbing once hard. He held himself there as I stopped breathing, mouth open wide, saliva trickling from the corners of my mouth, myvoice ripping from me once shortly and stopping. He wanted to know if I could take it, but he forgot that I was just as stubborn.
Even as my eyes welled with sudden tears, I proved myself. My free hand reached between his legs and slapped his ass, holding him there, unmoving, unflinching. How long could he handle the pressure? Would it break him?
My hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it slowly. Every instinct told me to go faster, to hurtle myself over the edge and enjoy the cheap thrill of climax, but I wanted it differently. I wanted to watch the pain and pleasure mix in Seth’s eyes as he held my gaze.
He finally pulled his cock out enough to let me breathe, and I did, sucking sweet oxygen into my burning lungs for a few blissful moments before he wanted to test me again.
Slowly, sliding between his cheeks, I moved the fingers of my left hand, feeling the warmth of his hole and the smoothness of his skin. We’d never gone that far. The decision not to had been the right one, and it had been the only thing I had regretted this year. When I remembered him naked in the grass, willing, happy, curious, I wished we’d taken that step together. But I’d had to be the gentleman, damn me.
I pressed my finger against his hole gently, feeling it pulse the same as his cock, and he fucked my mouth in a steady rhythm that was leading us both to the end of the road.
I could hardly keep myself from it now. The tension had coiled so tightly in my chest, twisting every nerve ending in my body to the point of screaming. The frustration built up incrementally. You’d never notice it happening until it was a staggering mountain of desperation, crushing you until you reached the climax.
Seth was shivering slowly, little by little, until he rose to the tips of his toes, sliding into my mouth like I was little more than a fleshlight in the shape of a very large hockey winger.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, voice cracking on the word. “Fuck, Damon, I’m close.”