by Lizzie Fox
“I feel overdressed now,” I said playfully, setting the laptop aside, the songs forgotten for now.
“I definitely think that you are,” Seth replied with a smirk and upward slant of his brow. He took no time at all unwrapping the towel from himself and tossing it to the ground, sauntering casually towards the side of the bed. He bent over to grab my hands, urging me to stand before him. “Let’s just see what we can do about that.”
“Please do,” I replied, as he slid his hands over my sides until he reached the end of my shirt, and carefully pulled it up. I helped him the rest of the way, and it was discarded on the ground. Holding my gaze with his own sultry one, he easily unzipped my jeans and lowered himself as he pushed them down, barely grazing his lips softly over my skin and pausing when he reached my clit covered by nothing more than my lacy white panties. I breathed in sharply as he slid his fingers down and over the fabric, gently massaging, feeling the warm tingle of nerves awaken under his attention. I let out a quiet moan, and felt my head relax onto my shoulders as he pushed aside the fabric and tested my readiness by plunging a finger deep inside. I tipped my hips to meet his taunting touch, eager for more as heat spread in my lower belly, down over my thighs and making my knees week.
“Is this okay?” He asked me and I sucked in a breath as he knelt down, and urged my legs apart.
“Hmm?” I replied, my mind was so foggy with desire and the trembling way he made me feel, I registered his husky voice but not his words. I glanced down at him and he grinned devilishly; I felt my heart race wildly, watching him on his knees, with his fingers teasing my core and clit, brushing them over the folds, and teasing the opening until I let out a whimper.
My ex never went down on me—ever. I could think of a handful of times only in our long but yet pathetic relationship and never during any of those times did it feel like this, like I was going to climb the walls with desire or feel as if I were about to combust from all the nerves on fire. He just simply didn’t like it, and it showed.
Seth clearly liked this and yes… it showed from his heavy lids and the dilating of his pupils, darkening his amber-colored eyes and making them look sultry and straight-up naughty. It also showed in his low, throaty laugh as he watched my reactions when he took his hands away—much to my protest—but replaced his masterful fingers with his equally talented tongue, lapping at me gently through the fabric of my panties. “Oh hell…” The combination of his hot mouth against my damp clit and the friction of the lace literally about sent me over the edge. His hands grabbed my ass, squeezing good handfuls and pushing me towards him even closer; there was no space between his face and my core whatsoever. He also prevented me from toppling over because between the throbbing between my legs, the hazy feeling of the room spinning any time I opened my eyes, and the explosions I saw behind them when I kept them shut, I literally had no strength to resist or even stand.
But when a hand slid down the back of my thigh until it connected with the crook of my knee and he gently lifted it until it wrapped around his neck? Yeah, I lost it. My hands had rested carefully on his arms but they shot straight into his hair and I threaded them with the jet-strands and I gripped tightly as the sensations of heat and lust increased.
“I like this,” he said, his voice deep and husky as he regarded me with those damn hazel eyes.
“Like what?” I barely managed to gasp out, my mind was so confused with lust and the throb and tingles underneath his expert touch I could barely make words.
“Like you’re about to lose control, and I drove you there,” Seth replied, with a slow smirk up at me.
I slid my hand over his cheek, passing the pad of my thumb over his temple. “You can drive me there whenever you want.”
“Duly noted.” Seth let out a low laugh, and I arched a brow while he pushed aside the panties again and dove into my center with his talented tongue.
“Oh my god…” I moaned, and this time my knees did give out; I released my grip on his face and hair to brace myself against the bed. Seth still had my leg wrapped around him as he beautifully tormented and taunted my clit and opening, alternating fingers with his tongue until I panted and cried out his name, either pleading him by name to finish or stop because the explosions inside turned me to into a quivering mess, or because I was so close to coming but yet he pulled away just before I did. It was beautiful damned torture, and he knew it.
My hands flew back into his hair and when I’d had enough, I either needed to explode or come, there was no in between, I tugged on the strands firmly, urging him upward. I watched him through lazy slits of my eyes, barely able to keep them open, barely able to concentrate on anything but his sexy face and those damn eyes that any time they looked at me, my heart fluttered out of control.
“Dammit, Seth Archer, you either need to get in this bed and fuck me, or leave so I can finish myself off because if you don’t I’m pretty sure I’m going to explode, okay?” I spoke breathlessly, letting out a little whimper as his tongue took one last lap along the length of my clit.
“Okay, I guess I’ll go, then.” Seth slowly stood, swiping the fingertips of his tattooed fingers over his lips, like he was tasting me on them one last time. He laughed from the back of his throat, his permanently-arched eyebrow even more deeply arched now as he watched me sit up quickly, glaring at him as I swiped out a hand and connected with his wrist, tugging him back towards me while he attempted to taunt me by taking a step back.
“Damn you, you better not go anywhere!” I scolded, biting my playful smile as I pulled on his arm, urging him back into me.
He leaned in, setting his hands on either side of my hips on the bed, and tilted his head to the side while he tantalized me by dragging at his piercing with his teeth. My breath hitched and caught in my chest, while his lips met mine. But the kiss was too quick, and he pulled away and stepped back. “I’m only going for a minute to get—” and instead of speaking the words, he pointed down at his rock-hard cock and chuckled. I sighed in relief as he winked at me with exaggeration, and turned to saunter off through the bathroom assumedly for the box of condoms still in his room from last night.
I let out a little groan and slumped back on the bed, covering my face with my hands. I was wrung so tightly, so aroused that any amount of time being without him made me feel strange and empty. While it should have been scary… it just wasn’t. He made me feel all the right things and so much about him just felt… perfect.
He returned after only a brief few moments, and he was already rolling the condom over his long dick as he entered. I reached out, needing to feel it, reminding myself of how it’d feel. I firmly took him in my hand as he stood before me at the side of the bed again, and I grinned up at him. His eyes rolled back and he let out a low groan. He was definitely a nice size, big enough to get the job done, but not so big it was intimidating. Just another thing that I thought about him that fit me just right.
“Damn, you keep that up I’m not even going to make it inside you with all those damn whimpers and moans you’re doing,” Seth said with a low groan and small smile quirking the side of his mouth. I whimpered at the thought because he’d gotten me so close to over the edge, but he laughed gently.
“I’m kidding. But you do need to get these off. Still overdressed,” he said, the low, commanding timbre of his voice making me shiver and the sound settling deep inside. I nodded once, as he took my hands and pulled me upwards until I was pressed against him. His arms wrapped my upper body and he messed with the clasp of my bra, frowning for a moment until he managed to release it. He slid the straps down my shoulders with a careful touch of his fingers, sliding them down my arms, leaving gooseflesh in their wake until the bra was off and tossed to the ground. My breasts, heavy with want and need brushed over his hot, smooth skin and I trembled at the sensation.
“God, you’re so damn hot, do you know that?” Seth asked, his eyes wandering the length of my body as he slowly lowered himself until he could reach my panties, and I h
elped him push them down and kicked them off.
I shook my head, standing there completely naked and vulnerable. Momentarily I wanted to shy away under his heated stare; it was too intense, too inquisitive like he was searching for something, and I feared he wouldn’t like what he saw. Were my boobs too big? My hips too wide? He was so trim and I was softer and briefly I felt insecure; my gaze dropping under his scrutiny.
“No, Jessie,” he said sternly, tipping my face up again with a firm finger under my chin. I dared to look up into his heavily-lidded, lustful eyes. “Don’t shy away, I don’t know what that ex of yours said to make you feel bad but I promise he was an idiot and an asshole who didn’t know what he had before him. You are incredibly beautiful and I’m pretty sure you’re out of my league which is why I feel that much more thankful you’re here with me right now because you could probably find someone so much better than my skinny ass,” he added with a deprecating chuckle.
My eyes narrowed and I felt the skin pucker on my forehead as I regarded his sexy, but vulnerable expression. How could he possibly not see how amazing he was? It made me a bit sad, actually… but I knew how he felt. Sighing, I slid my arms around his waist and looked up at him with sincerity. “You don’t have a skinny ass… I like it,” I said, with a smirk, sliding my palms downward until they rested on the globes of his ass cheeks, grasping gently. He seemed surprised just briefly until he smiled, and melted into me. “And seriously, I think it’s you that is out of my league, Seth. You’re sexy, you’re vibrant… you’re just… everything, dammit,” I declared, feeling my voice tremble and shake some while his worried expression softened.
“No, honey. It’s you that’s everything. I’m a mess…” he said in a small voice. He slumped his head on my shoulder, burying his nose and lips in the crook of my neck as his arms tightened around me, almost like he was afraid that if he loosened his grip I’d disappear.
I wasn’t disappearing. Not now… not for a long time. I knew that now, my resisting was just fear. Now? I felt a pull with him that I’d never felt before, and I’d felt it since that moment he first laid those eyes on me at the Lagoona, over a year ago now. I’d felt strangely empty walking out of that bar without him, and the emptiness went away only when I watched him at my table side at that café a couple of weeks ago now.
It shouldn’t be possible to feel something so strongly for someone you barely knew, and maybe it was the romantic in me but something about Seth… he just felt like home.
I couldn’t say that yet, so I just allowed my own grip to tighten around his waist and I splayed my fingers open over his back. “I’m just as much of a mess as you are, babe. Maybe we can just be a big mess together, huh?”
Seth lifted his head and his eyes searched mine; I wasn’t sure what they were looking for but I sure as hell hoped he found it. I thought he did, as his mouth slipped into a smile and I felt his fully-erect cock, still hard as ever, jerk against my hip. “Yeah, I think we can do that.” I nodded once and after a few moments more of tender regard, that heat was back in his eyes and he threaded a hand in my hair, tipping my mouth while he sought it with his. His kiss was passionate and tender at first, but it increased tenfold as I parted my lips and allowed him in, just like I knew I probably always would.
Seth backed me onto the bed, covering my body with his. I could only briefly admire the way the intricate ink on his skin combined with mine or the way my breasts looked, smashed against his chest because he parted my legs with his knees and guided himself inside me with a hand, and once he was sheathed inside me I couldn’t think of anything else but our connection. I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began, I just loved how we fit together. And between kisses that fell somewhere between lazy and languid, passionate and demanding, my hands roamed the long lines of his torso and back, my nails digging into his light muscle with every heightened sensation or hot kiss that continued to build the fire inside until I was about to boil over, or his hands taking turns fondling my heavy breasts or in between the damp folds between my legs, urging my release. I moved with him, our hips rocking in a perfect rhythm against the other’s until we both shattered, mine just a few moments before his. I saw stars in my eyes and my release exploded and rocked through me like a wildfire completely out of control, leaving me a hot, sweaty and weakened mess underneath him.
Panting heavily, Seth’s arms gave out and he collapsed next to me, reluctantly breaking our connection. “Damn, Jessie...” With a satisfied grin, he kissed me on the cheek. “How did I live without this for the past year?”
“Was it worth waiting for?” I asked with a little giggle as he stared at me dumbfounded.
“Uh… yeah. It is everything and then some, Jessalie,” he said, with an astonished laugh. I felt the area around my heart tighten, watching him look me over with his dreamy eyes I was quickly getting lost in… again. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of this.”
“Good. Then don’t,” I said, with a wink, turning until I faced him. With a little smile, I affectionately brushed a finger over the end of his nose before snuggling in to him. I knew we had to get out of bed soon for a bit and clean up but for now, I just enjoyed the afterglow, the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life, and being next to the gorgeous Seth that I had dreamed of so many times. I set my hand on his chest, between his pecs, feeling his strong heart that beat in time with mine, something I always loved doing with Blake; it always comforted me. I guessed that maybe there was a part of me that was afraid his unknown illness would eventually be his undoing, and I needed to feel his heart to reassure me that he was still here.
But he wasn’t. Not any longer. I held my breath for just a moment, gathering my emotions. “Jessie?”
I didn’t realize I’d closed my eyes. I smiled up at his concerned face hesitantly, quickly pushing aside any guilt that I felt.
Blake was gone, Jessie. Seth is here, now. He’s working hard to stay here, and if you believe in him, he’ll stick around for a long time.
You need to let go…
I wanted to flinch, the words in my head almost not feeling like my own. But no matter where they came from—and where else would they?—they were right. Seth was here; his heart beating a mile a minute in time with mine under my hand just proved it. It was time to focus on what was now, rather than what was.
Seth still looked at me inquisitively. With a warm smile as I cuddled up against him, his arms slid around me, holding me close, I said, “I know it sounds weird, but I’m sometimes afraid that you’re not real.”
“It’s not weird, I feel the same sometimes. I promise you I’m real, though, and I’m not going anywhere… unless you want me to.”
“Good. I want you to stay right here.”
“Then that’s where I’ll stay, okay?”
“Okay…” I trailed off, feeling myself relax, assured by the sound of his heart and his steady breath as I snuggled into his chest. I could have sworn I heard him say, “I’d be here forever if you let me…” but I was too sated and sleepy, secure next to him to know if that was real or a dream. I drifted off quickly into a blissful oblivion, not feeling empty anymore.
27
Seth
Jessie and I literally spent every moment of the next four days together. Two of those days were raining and stormy so we stayed in, opting to “stay in bed” or snuggle on the sofa, watching movies or stupid shows and generally just enjoying each other’s company. She was so easy to be around, always friendly or joking, or warm and comforting when she seemed to think I needed it. I learned how much she liked cooking and even though I wasn’t any good at it, she eagerly accepted my help, even though I just messed everything up, like letting the pots boil over and scald the cooktops, burning just about everything, or nearly slicing off my finger chopping things for a salad. She took everything in stride, even when our entire meal would be ruined because of my absolute stupidity. Truth was I wasn’t that terrible at cooking, I was just so damn distracted being
with her, watching her, learning her mannerisms and movements, and being so damned turned on the entire time I had to think of nasty shit to prevent my dick from standing to attention literally every minute, all four days.
We woke up together, never skipping a beat, and she learned my medication routine pretty well by now and knew where I kept the “emergency” things for panic attacks and whatnot. Again, she never balked or flinched; we spoke about it like it was just a natural, normal thing. She wasn’t judgmental or snide at all—unlike past girlfriends—even though at the mention of things like “Lithium” and “Xanax” her eyes widened, and she looked a bit freaked out… for just a moment until I explained what they did. I even gave her my spare pillbox of meds that I always carried with me, just in case. That seemed to make her feel better, like she was doing something productive to help. It seemed as long as I clued her into everything, she could get through it. I hoped that’d always be the case. I was still feeling pretty good, either from riding the high of a new relationship and lots of hot sex or just the beginnings of a high mania episode, I didn’t know. I was inclined to think it was the first one, though. Besides the anxiety over Summerfest and coming up with new songs for it, I really didn’t have anything on my mind that was troubling. I just felt… good.
It was nice to be with someone, and not being alone. And being with Jessie was the greatest feeling I’d ever fucking felt.
Tonight, was the night of the gig in Menomonie, and Jessie’s first one officially as my brand-new “groupie.” Normally I wasn’t nervous about these things, but I was tonight, only because the last time she’d seen me I was considerably more reserved, and I wondered what she’d think if my pants fell off or if I got a bit hyper.