Better Than Safe (8 page)

“Since I got you unstuck, I think I deserve a reward.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Suck my cock while you work on your shirt.”

I hissed as warm hands stroked my painfully hard member. I moaned and started to close my eyes, but they flew open a second later. Seth shifted his weight and moved up my body so his knees rested on either side of my chest.

“What are you doing?” I croaked like a bloody frog.

“Making it easier for you. Go on. Suck me.”

He surged forward so the wide mushroom head of his dick was an inch away from my bottom lip. I looked up at him one more time then tentatively swiped my tongue over his slit. He groaned in approval somewhere above me. I needed no further encouragement. I flattened my tongue and sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth, then reached around to knead his ass and bring him closer to me. He was bigger than me and thicker. Being flat on my back made it difficult to take more of him than I could handle unless he fucked himself in my mouth. I wouldn’t necessarily have minded, but not until I had a chance to get acquainted. I licked him from base to tip and back again, then stroked him with a tight grip before swallowing him whole.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” Seth caressed the back of my head. It was a sweet gesture totally at odds with his porn-like dominating stance over me. I fondled his balls as I sucked a little harder. My hands wandered back to his ass, pulling the taut globes apart. Seth’s hips gyrated slowly, like he was lost in a carnal dance. I flicked my tongue between his balls and let my hands roam. The slightest touch of my finger at his hole made him nuts. He groaned loudly, then pistoned his hips into my mouth. I gagged as his movement became more frenzied, and he immediately backed off.

“I’m sorry. Shit. I—here. Let me—”

“Shh. Turn around. Suck me at the same time.”

His eyes widened slightly but he instantly obeyed, reminding me of an overzealous puppy. The second I felt his talented mouth close over my hard prick, all coherent thought fled. My only focus was pleasure. His and mine. I struggled to unbutton my shirt and push it off my shoulders as we lay on our sides devouring each other. Licking, sucking, stroking. I loved the way he smelled and tasted. A little sweaty and musky from his time on stage. And all male. The sensual way he moved his hips seeking release was a wild turn-on. Precum leaked from his slit. I wondered if he was close when he pulled back and scrambled to sit up.

“What’s wrong?” I fought to catch my breath. I could taste him on my lips and I desperately wanted more. My aching cock was pointing north, begging for attention.

He bit his bottom lip and lowered his hand to stroke himself. Then he reached out to do the same to me. It was nice, but I liked the blow job better. I was confused. And really fucking horny. He didn’t strike me as a cocktease, but what did I know?

Seth leaned in and licked my lips, a featherlight connection he immediately deepened. He groaned into my mouth as he pushed me backward. I stopped thinking. He surrounded me in every way possible. His legs were hooked around mine, holding me down. He held my hands hostage above my head as he buried his face between my shoulder and neck, licking and biting at the sensitive skin, while he ground his thick shaft against mine. I heard him speaking but I couldn’t make out the words at first. His voice was husky and fraught with desire. The sound alone was intoxicating.

“So sexy. So fucking hot. I want to—”

I pulled my legs free and wrapped them around him, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. He growled his approval and crushed his mouth over mine. I could still taste myself on his lips. And all I could think was I wanted more as I tried to tune in to his litany of “so good, so hot, I want—”

“What do you want?”

“I wanna fuck you. So bad. I want….”

I think he was still talking, but a rush of intense desire made it difficult to hear. We were two grown adults. If we both wanted it, why shouldn’t we—I shoved at his shoulder to get his attention.

“Do it, then.”

He went still. His gaze was fiery and intense, though it seemed to take him a second to unravel my words. I watched his heated expression through a haze of lust, mindful of our hard cocks leaking precum between us. Yes, this was extraordinarily impulsive of me. I wasn’t the guy who jumped into bed with a guy on the first date, but hell… this wasn’t a date. I had no clue what it was really. However, two things were very apparent. First, Seth Landau was gorgeous, naked, and had clearly said he wanted me. And second, I might never get this chance again. I didn’t want to talk myself out of a one-night stand with a hunky male model because we weren’t destined to have a lasting relationship. I’d had just enough vodka not to be swayed by moral reservations. I waited for him to tell me he felt the same.

He kissed me softly and grinned before climbing off me. Oh. Fuck. I supposed I had my answer. I gulped and stared up at the ceiling fixating on the standard issue hotel room sprinkler head as I attempted to control my mind and body back to a neutral state. I heard a rustle of clothing but I wouldn’t allow myself to look. If he wanted to leave, he should go.

“You okay? You look far away. Did you change your mind?”

Seth tilted his head curiously. He was holding a condom and a packet of lube. He smiled gently as though wordlessly assuring me it was my decision. I patted the mattress next to me and shook my head.

“No, but—”

He crawled between my thighs and pushed my legs apart. “What is it?”

“I haven’t bottomed in a long time so….”

“Me either. Um, do you want to top? I can—”

“No, I want you.”

“I’ll be gentle. Lay back and let me take care of you.”

I don’t know why, but it struck me as strangely sensitive and very… sweet. I didn’t know Seth well, but he didn’t seem like the overly attentive type. Nor would I have thought of him as particularly sweet. He was edgy, impetuous, sharp-witted, and carefree. And dangerously sexy. Artists, models, rock stars were notorious egoists in my experience. They might be fabulous lovers, but that didn’t necessarily translate to altruism in bed.

All coherent thoughts fled when he gripped my dick with his left hand and steadily stroked me up and down, then twisted his wrist before repeating the motion. My eyes closed in bliss. The very concept of letting go, even if only for the duration of a shared orgasm, sounded too bloody good to pass up. I raised my hips and heard myself moan while his talented hand worked me over. At the first touch of his finger at my entrance, my eyes flew open. I struggled to sit up but stopped and fell back on the pillow as an overwhelming tingling feeling spread like wildfire through my heavy limbs. He pressed one digit inside, twisting it sensually as he bent to suck my cock. I lifted my hips and writhed into his touch.

“Another?” He didn’t wait for my response before pushing a second finger in my hole.

“Bloody—fuck Seth. I’m ready. Fuck me already.”

He hummed then backed off slightly with a naughty chuckle. “Not too fast. Relax.”

I watched him kneel between my thighs, his hair in his eyes and his head bent in concentration. His fingers trembled slightly. He cursed when he couldn’t open the condom package on the second try. I huffed in amusement and held out my hand for him to let me do it. He scowled and bit at the corner instead. I laughed at his silly, triumphant grin but sobered when he made a production of slowly rolling the latex on and lubing up. He was perfection. I had an odd passing thought I should ask him if he ever modeled men’s underwear. But speech wasn’t really an option. Seth scooted closer, nudging my inner thigh with his knees. He poured a generous amount of lube into his hand, letting some of it drip onto my balls. I could tell it was intentional so I waited to see what he’d do next. He fondled my sac before dipping his fingers lower to spread the cool lube deep inside me. I panted as I pulled my knees into my chest, fully exposing myself.

“God, that is so—”

“Seth?”

“Hmm?”

“Stop torturing me already and put your—oh fuck!” I gasped.

He didn’t get far but damn, it felt amazing. We stared at each other, breathing heavily. “You’re so tight. You okay?”

I nodded but set my hand on his stomach, silently asking him to wait. Sweat formed on his upper lip and his nostrils flared slightly. I was fascinated by his evident stoic hold on his control. He reminded me of a Viking warrior or—

“Now who’s torturing who?” he hissed through clenched teeth.

“I’m—go. I’m ready.”

Seth growled as he pushed forward. I half expected him to bury himself inside me in one demanding stroke, but he didn’t. He went slow, stopping to let me acclimate to his girth until he was balls deep. Pain and discomfort soon gave way to a rush of pleasure and a promise of more… if he’d only start moving. I reached up and tweaked his nipples, rolling the sensitive flesh gently, then pinching him. Hard.

“Ow!”

I smiled and did it again, hoping he’d get the message. The mischievous grin he gave me spoke volumes. I braced myself for a sudden assault, but he had something else in mind. He pulled almost all the way out and languidly pushed his way back inside. I figured he was testing my readiness, but soon realized the languid pace was another form of torture. A sure way to make me beg for what we both wanted. On his next forward motion, I anchored him close to me, trapping him between my thighs while I raked my fingers down his broad back to clutch his taut ass.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want. Don’t make me beg.” I flung my arms around his neck and pulled him on top of me. “Just fuck me.” I licked his jaw, nibbled at his chin and lips, then added, “Hard.”

He blinked as he swiped at the moisture on his brow, giving me one last meaningful look before bucking his hips into me roughly.

“Like this?”

I cried out in surprise and he stilled.

“Don’t stop. Just fuck—”

He growled, wrapping me in a strong embrace before finally losing himself in the moment. He moved like thunder, with an untamed abandon that left me utterly breathless. I clung to him tightly, arching my hips to meet him thrust for thrust. I slid my hand between our sweat-slicked bodies to grab my cock. The friction was good, but I needed more. Seth slowed his rhythm and knelt back. He smacked my hand and shook his head.

“Let me do it.”

I held eye contact for a moment and gave him a lopsided grin, but didn’t release my grip on my thick member. I wasn’t sure I meant to challenge him, but his fiery gaze told me he liked it. Seth returned my smile with a deceptively sweet incline of his head and smacked my hand again, sending a shock wave through my body. I groaned loudly as the pleasure built to the familiar point of no return. I settled my feet on top of his thighs and rode his rock hard shaft while he jerked me off. When he massaged the sensitive area around my hole as he steadily fucked me, I felt my balls contract and tingle, signaling imminent release. But I was unprepared for the intensity. White light and a weird glittering effect dotted my vision as I trembled under my lover.

He slowed, but he didn’t stop moving. I swallowed hard and attempted to catch my breath as I reached up to caress his gorgeous, smooth chest. He captured my hand and kissed my fingers. I looked up, surprised at the intimate gesture. It seemed more appropriate to lovers of long standing rather than partners in an alcohol-influenced one-night stand. I squeezed his fingers and smiled softly in return. Seth lunged forward, crashing his mouth over mine as he let himself take what he needed before coming apart. He shook wildly with the force of his orgasm, bucking into me over and over until a reluctant calm finally settled between us.

We lay still for a minute or two, stuck together with sweat and semen. Our labored breathing and the hum of the hotel fan were the only sounds in the room. I glanced at the heavy, taupe striped curtains and the hotel art on the walls. This room was ordinary. Boring. Expected. But what had just happened in it was extraordinary. It went far beyond fabulous sex, but I couldn’t define why I recognized this as being more. It was a gut feeling. An instinct. The man in my bed was special and I wanted more than I should.

“I
F
YOU
were gonna get on a train right now, in the middle of the night, where would you go?”

I ran my fingers through his hair and considered my answer. We’d cleaned up and had fallen into each other’s arms in the dimly lit room as if we did so every night. Seth’s head rested on my shoulder, and his right leg was entwined with mine. I loved how he hugged me close with his arm slung over my stomach.

“Could I fly or—”

“No. Say you don’t have money for a plane. Only a train from Baltimore to wherever. And don’t ask any smartass questions about connections. Just tell me the first place that pops in your head.”

I grinned and pressed an impulsive kiss on his temple before replying, “Miami.”

“Oh. I thought you’d say New York. Why Miami?”

“I’m from England. If I could be somewhere it’s warm with skimpily clad young men serving cocktails while I lounged in the sun, well… that would be lovely.”

“Lovely, eh?”

“Are you making sport of me again? I’ll have you know my accent might be thick at times, but I’ve been in America for five years or more and I’ve been a brilliant study on colloquialisms.”

“Sorry to break this to you, but when you say shit like ‘brilliant study’ in that snooty tone, you’re not gonna fool anyone into thinking you’re American.”

“I don’t want to be American. Nor do I want to fool anyone. I’m only saying I understand the quirks of your language. The fact you make sport of mine only shows ignorance.”

Seth propped his head on his hand, his eyes sparkling with amusement. “You callin’ me stupid?”

I chuckled and turned on my side to face him. “Not at all. I think you’re brilliant.”

“You say everything’s brilliant. You’re going to have to think of a new adjective.”

His teasing grin was hypnotic. If I wasn’t so bloody tired, I could have happily stared at him all night long. I yawned and fell back on my pillow.