Page 49 of Weathering The Storm

I push back on him more, arching as his finger sinks in to the knuckle and angles down.

My fists bunch in the sheets.

“I could eat your ass all night.” Teeth sink into muscle. He bites my ass, then sucks. Over and over. Marking one cheek, then the other. “Never been this turned on in my life.”

I don’t think I could take this all night. The blankets twist in my grip as he kisses his way back down, working me with his tongue and his finger at the same time.

I’ve gotten used to quick and quiet. All the sex I’ve everhadhas needed to be quick and quiet. But there’s nothing rushed about the way Seth touches me now. As if he intends to use the entire five hours we should be sleeping to edge me instead. The worst part is, I would fucking let him.Gladly.

And when the slow, drawn-out pleasure intensifies enough that I can’t stop the groan from leaving my chest, he rewards it by working me up more.

A second finger joins the first, crooking inside me.Pettingmy inner walls until my hips jerk and my muscles tremble while he licks his way down and sucks each of my balls into his mouth. One at a time, swirling his tongue around them.

The sensitivity has me rocking back and forth. Fucking into the mattress and fucking myself onto his fingers.

Still, that other hand rests tauntingly close to where I need him, his fingers lightly tugging on my pubic hair and leaving my dick untouched.

I want to beg him to grab me, stroke me.Please, just touch me more. But when my lips part, all that comes out are garbled sounds of pleasure he coos and praises me for.

He sits up on his knees, using them to spread my legs wider, and drizzles yet another generous helping of oil over my hole. Another along his cock. He takes one of my hands and twists it back, guiding my hand to his shaft.

My palm gauges his length, his girth, his weight, as I feel how rigid he is from root to tip. And, like calculating for conditions at sea, my mind makes calculations about how he’s going to fit inside me. How he’s going to feel.

Only, the calculations are all emotion. Greedy, hungry emotion, driven by the sinuous movement of his hips as he fucks into my grasp and the breathless rhythm of theah, ah, ah,that leaves his lips with each thrust.

I remember how generously loud he was when I took him into my mouth for the first time. When we grinded all over each other in the engine room. I wonder if there’s a soul aboard this boat that won’t know when he’s bottomed out inside me. In my current state, I doubt I’d care.

The only thing I care about is having him closer.

“Your hole looks so ready for me, so greedy for my cock. I wish you could see how hot you are, Nicky.”

He hisses a breath, withdrawing his index and middle finger and replacing them with both thumbs. His other fingers cage my ass, squeezing my cheeks as he pushes those thumbs inside me and rubs, opening me wider and teasing my rim with the promise of girth.

“Nice and stretched out for me. You’re gonna take me like a fucking dream,” he pants. “Bet this hole will look even sexier when it’s fucked open and dripping with my cum.”

“Holy fuck, Seth.”

I grit my teeth.

It doesn’t hurt that he’s manhandling me. It hurts that he isn’t inside me. It hurts that I can feel the solid weight of him in my palm while he ruthlessly teases, watching so he can repeat every motion that earns him a noise out of me.

“Now,” I grit out. “Ineedyou.”

“Just a minute. I’m not done looking at you.” He bends over, sucking my earlobe between his teeth and biting down. “Turn over, baby. Show me how messy you got for me.”

A twinge lights up when I twist to the side before he’s fully removed his fingers. But being face to face with him, feeling the whole length of his body hover over mine, quickly soothes the sting.

He makes a soft sound of enjoyment, approval, as his chest comes down on mine. All warm skin and coarse hair. Our lips meeting in a wet slide of oil and probing tongues.

He straightens his elbows, and his eyes wander down. He grabs the base of my dick, the already glistening tip gathering another bead of pre-cum. “Oh yeah. Look at you. Did you like having my mouth all over you, Nicky? My tongue all over your tight, sexy ass?”

“I think you know the answer.”

“Mmm. Wanna hear you say it.”

“I fucking loved it,” I say, a rush of air from my lungs. “I never thought… I… well.”

I give up trying to explain. I never thought Seth would want me. I never thought I’d be here. Never thought his mouth would beanywhereon me, let aloneeverywhereon me.