Page 18 of One Chance to Stay
As he pulled away, I wiggled my nose, fighting off a sneeze.
“I… I…”
He tried to pull his hand away, but I held firm.
“Shh.”
I held a finger to his lips, tracing the edge until I held him by the neck. It might have started being all about him, but that tenderness… I didn’t want it to stop.
I lifted his chin, but his eyes stared straight down. Pressing my forehead against his, we existed in a tiny space, no eye contact required.
He didn’t react. If I were a guessing man, he drowned in uncertainty. Perhaps he mustered a defense, blaming the whole thing on the alcohol or me leading him on. So be it. I’d take the fall if it meant his comfort.
“I didn’t hate it.” Try as I might, I couldn’t hide the smile. Seamus said nothing. The kiss on the tip of my nose spoke volumes.
I hadn’t thought about this situation. An intimate encounter with Seamus never crossed my mind, but here we were, both of us navigating uncertain waters. Something about this reserved, gruff bear… it was no longer about repayment. This was about connecting.
He still hadn’t said a word, but he hadn’t let go either. “We can keep going…”
With a click, the nightstand light turned on. Seamus’s bedroom depicted his personality to perfection. Bed. Dresser. Matching nightstands. Chest at the foot of the bed. Personal items were down to a trio of pictures sitting on the dresser. I couldn’t make out the faces, but I bet they were of him and Grace.
Seamus stood in the doorway, his toes even with the threshold. I wanted to ask if he had ever done this before. The way his eyes lingered, I could almost hear his thoughts as he battled through protests. For all I knew, this could have been a desire he suppressed. He chose me to express it. That trust made this even more intimate.
I might have done well with the ladies in the past, but I don’t think any of the dreadful pickup lines would work in this situation. Who knew that days after my first kiss, I’d be playing for the other team. No, not the entire team, a single player. This had less to do with men and more to do with aspecificman.
Seamus was a man of few words. He allowed his actions to express his emotions. Speaking his language, I held out my hand. The seconds dragged on. I waited for him to call off the whole thing and push me out the door.
His foot slid forward.
The nay-sayers in his head had lost as he stepped in front of me. This had become a case of the blind leading the blind. I continued speaking Seamus as I took off my shirt. He stared for a moment before raising a hand, his palm hovering over the hair on my chest. I moved forward until he made contact. His thumb moved back and forth, and I closed my eyes, savoring the touch. It had been a while since somebody explored my body.
His fingertips traveled south, rounding my belly and tracing lines around my love handles. I flinched, almost a giggle, as he found my ticklish spot. He tensed. I couldn’t be the only one shirtless. I ran my hands along the wool of his sweater before pulling it over his head. The gray hair peeked out from aroundthe collar of his t-shirt. As I reached the bottom, I pulled it from his jeans. My new friend was indeed a silver fox. It feltdifferentas I buried my fingers along his chest.
The exploration lasted for minutes, gentle touches, studying one another’s bodies. Seamus shrugged his shoulders until the shirt fell to the floor. As I rushed toward the tipping point where I’d have to have a conversation about my sexuality, I didn’t slow my run. I reached for his jeans, the gold button under my thumb.
I fidgeted with it. Then some more. Seamus snorted as he came to my rescue. Oh, men’s jeans open from the other side. They dropped around his ankles, leaving him in a pair of white briefs. The bulge in his underwear might be the only part of him not hesitating. His eagerness had me more excited than I expected.
Seamus didn’t wait for an invitation. He pulled at the front of my jeans, forcing them open. When they didn’t fall, he pushed forward, knocking me backward on the bed. Oh, I wasn’t going to be the one in charge of this exchange? Looking up at the husky man, I had to admit, he had a handsome physique, thick around the center, but firm from a hard day’s work. Dare I say sexy?
Seamus stared, his eyes wandering up and down my body. I knew painful yearning when I saw it. Did he open the door hoping for this? Or had he thought about this moment, with somebody,anybody? With his hands on either side of me on the bed, he dipped to his knees. He removed my jeans with care, one foot, then the other.
I closed my eyes as his hands ran along my shins, rounding my knees and grazing my inner thighs. He removed the idea that a man’s touch would be clunky, awkward by virtue of having a penis. A finger grazed the underside of my underwear and I gasped, my cock proving its willingness to experiment with sexuality.
As his hands moved to my hips, he tugged at the waistband. Instinctively, I raised my hips. It seemed like eons as they slid down my legs, joining the growing pile of clothes on the bedroom floor. When his fingers didn’t return, I opened my eyes to find him staring. He defied my expectations of men in the bedroom. I assumed it’d be like the quick thrashing encounters that happened in the Spectrum bathroom. Seamus, especially for a big guy, took his time, savoring every revelation.
Despite the many times I had been in this position, I couldn’t recall when somebody looked at me with the intensity in Seamus’s eyes. He leaned in, his lips kissing my thigh. His beard brushed against my leg, making me writhe as he moved his way upward.
I leaned back, eyes shut, as I gasped at the breath of hot air on my balls. When his finger brushed the underside of my cock, I moaned, breaking the silence. I couldn’t tell if he teased or if he wanted to memorize every vein pulsing along my shaft. Between that and the heat of his exhale, I wanted him to touch, to stroke, to play.
His hands slid under my ass. His grip switched from gentle to aggressive. If Seamus wanted to pin me, I wouldn’t be able to overpower him. As his lips touched my shaft, I didn’t try to shake free. When he swallowed the head, my hips bucked. It was different, firmer, eager. I moaned my approval as he swallowed more of my shaft.
My fingers dug into the comforter as he reached the base. I wrapped my legs around his back, pulling him closer. As he retreated, his fingers dug in, threatening to leave bruises as he dove down, swallowing my cock once more. The tentative hesitation vanished, replaced by a need… forbothof us.
Never had I been the focus of somebody’s attention. My body worshipped like a temple. Seamus held me in the spotlight while he continued bobbing up and down. He didn’t relent, like a manstarved. Perhaps, on a farm in the middle of nowhere, he needed this connection.
I sat up, propped on my elbows. Seeing this handsome man swallowing my cock, greedily slurping along my shaft sent me over the edge. I groaned, head thrown back as my body shook. I tried to warn him, to give him time to pull off as my toes curled, but his fingers dug in harder. He buried his nose, ignoring the inevitable.
Electricity shot up my spine, my body trembling as I came. Seamus didn’t move, except for his tongue running the length of my cock. Even as the charge faded, it continued pulsing. Until now, I’d never describe my orgasms as violent. As my cock turned sensitive, Seamus knew to pull away.
