Page 86 of One Chance to Stay
“Should we…”
Mhmm.
GESTURES OF LOVE
Seamus paused at the doorway to his bedroom. I already had my shirt over my head when I realized he hadn’t entered. After the number of times we spent naked in the last two weeks, I hoped we had gotten past the timid interactions.
“It takes two to tango.”
“I’m appreciating the view.”
Oh. Nobody had ever stared at me like Seamus. I could have shrank from his admiration, but it only made me want to strip faster. I pulled the belt off, unzipped, and wiggled out of my jeans in the lamest strip tease. He gave a chin nod in my direction.
“Oh, these?” I snapped the elastic of my boxer briefs. “These are your job.”
He pulled off his shirt in the doorway, throwing it on the floor. Once his pants hit the floor, he accepted my challenge. With a hand on my chest, he pushed me toward the bed until I fell backward.
Like our first time together, he knelt between my legs. Something… and I couldn’t put my finger on it, felt different. His hands ran up my calves, over my knees, and along the outside of my thighs. His touch came with confidence, a surety that hewanted this. When his fingers grazed my growing cock, I made sure my moans spoke volumes.
Seamus pulled at the waistband. I lifted my ass just enough for him to drag them down my thighs. I could hear them land on the floor. He returned, his hands sliding under me, gripping my ass with his paws. The hesitation vanished as he licked the underside of my cock. It jerked from excitement before he caught the head with his lips. With each inch he swallowed, my moans grew louder.
He didn’t bob up and down so much as lift my ass off the bed. If the heat of his mouth didn’t keep my attention, I’d have chuckled at being treated like a rag doll. As he swallowed the length of my cock, he slowly retreated, the roughness of his tongue sliding along my shaft. Minutes passed, and the familiar tingling started, and I had to sit up, stopping him.
“I don’t want to come yet.”
Sliding back onto the bed, I spun about so I could rest my head on a pillow. I patted the space next to me. Seamus wouldn’t be the only one doing the touching tonight. If I could make him feel half as good as he did for me, this novice would consider it a victory.
He climbed onto the bed on his knees, and I seized the opportunity. Reaching through his legs, I gripped his ass, pulling him closer. His cock stood at attention, pointing forward like a directional arrow leading right to my mouth.
With my free hand, I gripped his cock, amazed by the soft rigidness. I let my fingers wander, trailing the length of his shaft before wrapping around his balls. This close, his cock turned intimidating. With a couple of strokes, the bead of precum formed. I leaned forward, my tongue tasting him.
I didn’t stop at the first taste.
Awkward angles and all, I pulled him forward, determined to get the length of him inside my mouth. He hit the back of mythroat, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t work him any further. When I gagged, he pulled back.
“Here.”
Seamus repositioned himself, straddling my chest. Staring down the length of his cock, I nearly went cross-eyed. I’d get to that, but right now, my curiosity got the best of me. Wiggling further between his legs, I lifted his cock against his body. I reached out with my tongue, licking the softness of his sack. It smelled of sweat and musk and a little smoke from the bonfire. I had to admit, it was an intoxicating combo.
Seamus took his cock, jerking it while letting out a series of gasps. The encouragement only made me try for more. Delicately, I tried to get one of his testicles in my mouth. Achieved, but the second wasn’t going to happen, at least not without practice. I’d add that to my list of future goals.
He rose on his knees, bracing a hand against the headboard so the head brushed against my lips. I opened, ready for on-the-job training. Taking his time, Seamus guided himself into my mouth. His hips pulled back for a second before pushing forward. He found a steady rhythm, slow but forceful. I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of my burly mountain man.
Seamus groaned as he sank deeper. I wanted all of him in me… or so I thought. He thrusted and reached the bend of my throat, and the tickle caused a chain reaction. Gagging, I fought to keep from biting down. He withdrew, cock hanging in front of my face as I cleared my throat.
“I’ll need to work on that,” I mumbled.
Staring up the length of his torso, I couldn’t believe the series of events that led us here. A misguided kiss hadn’t made me question my sexuality. Yet, a guy with a rifle and a bottle of bourbon? No, it wasn’t our introduction that started my meandering eye. When I spotted the folded clothes, that’s when the questions started.
Seamus sat on his heels before shimmying down my torso. Moving onto all fours, I raised my head, stealing a kiss. What started as a surreal experience faded. This wasn’t a one-off, not a random curiosity. Staring into those beautiful eyes, I wanted to wake up to them in the morning. At night, I wanted to fall asleep with the weight of his arm holding me around the waist.
“I… uhm…” He bit his lip. Seamus had gone from fucking my mouth to a timid first-timer. “Can we…”
I wrapped an arm around his back, dragging his weight down on me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I squeezed as if it’d be our last embrace.
I kissed his cheek before whispering in his ear. “I’ll try anything.” For him? Anything.
He shifted, rummaging in the drawer until he sat upright on my belly, holding the bottle. Lube. Every man had it. Nothing about that struck me as weird until I realized…
