I've Got You

by Becca Seymour

  “God,” he hissed, and I averted my eyes up to look at his face. Sweat beaded his brow, and his face was contorted in glorious agony.

  “Does that feel good?” I asked, coming up for air and letting my hand glide over him while I spoke. “Do you want to feel what it’s like when I suck you so damn deep you hit the back of my throat?” He jerked in my hand, his body convulsing. Half-lidded eyes peered down at me. I raised my brows while still stroking him, waiting for a response. He nodded and I grinned, satisfied he was on his way to having his mind and his dick blown.

  I moaned around him as I took him in, stretching to take in his girth. He was wider but slightly shorter than me, and I couldn’t wait for the time he would take me. I sucked slowly at first, with a few well-placed licks on the underside of his length, enjoying every shudder and groan I teased out of him. Before I took him down as far as his length could go, I lightly scraped my teeth over his sensitive skin.

  His words were incoherent, and I was glad I had him sitting down as I was sure his legs would have buckled by now.

  I bobbed my head, sucking hard and then gripped him with firm lips from base to tip. The moment he hit my throat, I worked hard to control my gag reflex and my own cock. I hadn’t come without touching myself since I was a teenager and had watched my first porno. But with Scott’s jerky movements, his garbled pleas, and the fact I wanted him so fiercely, I hoped today would not be the day I shot my load without any action. I continued to suck and work him over until I was sure neither of us could see straight. Meanwhile, I throbbed with my own need, ready to explode.

  “Holy shit.” They were the first clear words he’d said since I’d started. “I’m going to—” He cut himself off with a groan as I sucked harder and edged my finger toward his ass. I tapped gently, and his mouth opened. I then placed just the tip of my finger in, not quite sure how ready he was, or if he’d ever been penetrated before. The move pushed him over the edge.

  With a cry, a grunt, and a groan that had my own balls tightening, his seed hit my tongue and the back of my throat. I pulled back and he shuddered as I continued to suck up and down, coaxing out a few more spurts. He sagged, his half-lidded gaze settling on me. A dreamy smile lifted his mouth, and he sucked in a breath, his stomach contracting as I finally pulled away.

  I leaned back, my ass on my feet, hand still on his thighs as I grinned up at him. “You okay?”

  He nodded, his face full of wonder and something like awe, and I swallowed hard, loving that expression and the fact I’d put it there. Pride fluttered in my chest. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, then tried again, this time with success. “I’ve never…. Not like that…. Fuck.”

  My eyes widened as he darted forward, placed his hands under my arms, and dragged me on top of him. His lips found mind immediately. His warm tongue traced the seam of my lips and then entered my mouth. In sync, we both groaned, but rather than it speeding the kiss up, our lips touched slowly, languorously. Hands down it was the best kiss I’d ever had.

  He tilted his head a little, so I pulled back. I felt him shift, the only notice I had before I jerked at the contact of his hand touching my cock. “Fuck,” I mumbled.

  “This okay?” There was no uncertainty in his question. He actually looked pretty damn pleased with himself.

  I laughed, then groaned when his touch turned into a grip. “Hell yes.” He kissed me again, but I needed more. I needed to come so badly I was sure my balls were going to explode. I dragged my mouth from his and leaned back, allowing him easier access to me. He switched hands a moment to allow his right hand to come to his mouth. He licked it. Biting back a groan, I closed my eyes as his wet hand wrapped around me.

  The friction was perfect. The speed just right. His left hand scooped my balls and stroked lightly, one finger every now and then brushing my taint, which was so sensitive every touch sent a fresh shiver through my body.

  I was almost there, almost ready to empty my load in his hand, and I hoped to God some spilled on his stomach too. It was that thought that sent me over the edge. I looked at Scott, whose gaze was fixed to my cock. Satisfaction rolled through me as my semen painted his soft flesh. Seeing my hot cum on the guy I desperately wanted to claim was a fucking turn-on, but seeing the same man dip his finger to taste my seed for himself… hell, I toppled over the edge of need and desire. This man could easily have half of my heart.

  Chapter Sixteen

  SCOTT

  It was no use. There was no other option. Shoving one hand in my jeans pocket, I knocked on Carter’s door, probably a little too hard, but I couldn’t help it. Nerves had slammed into me one too many times, and I was driving myself to distraction. I had to talk this out. And that meant Carter was going to be the poor sucker to have to deal with my shit.

  I considered hammering again, the few seconds feeling more like minutes as I tapped my foot, unable to keep still. Before I had the chance to lift my hand to do so, Carter opened the door. Relief poured through me.

  He smiled in greeting, but then it dropped, slowly slipping off his face when he got a good look at me. He opened his mouth to speak, his brow dipping into a frown, but I cut him off with a shake of my head and stepped inside and past him. I spun back to face him as he pushed the front door closed, then the onslaught began before I could rethink my decision.

  “If I watch another goddamn porno, I think my eyes and my ears are going to bleed. I’ve worn my keypad out from hitting Pause, and if I watch in slow motion again focusing on angles…. I just can’t.” I shook my head vehemently, choosing to ignore Carter’s wide-eyed expression. “I’m so fucking terrified but simultaneously can’t wait. What’s that even about? Did you know it hurts like a… like I don’t know, like shoving something up your ass, I suppose?” For real, it did. “But then it feels so fucking good, and when I imagine it being Davis….” My eyes all but rolled into the back of my head.

  “Sco—”

  “I have seven, seven goddamn dildos now, trying to get ready, trying to make sure I don’t make a fool out of myself when we finally, you know.” I paused, my stomach tightening. Davis and I had mastered foreplay over the past couple of weeks. I even gave myself a damn gold star when it came to giving head. “What if I’m crap? What if I can’t take it? What if I hurt—”

  “Scott.” He tried again, this time his eyes impossibly wide. He even threw in a head shake for good measure. But I couldn’t stop the words from coming.

  “—him? What did you do, you know, your first time?” His face actually paled at that. “Shit, it’s not okay for me to ask that, right? Yeah, sorry, but what if—”

  “Scott, for the love of God, please stop. Just stop.” He shook his head, horror written on his face.

  That worked. I stopped short, and sickness churned in my gut. I was going to hurl.

  “My mom and dad arrived late last night for a surprise visit.”

  I swallowed. Hard. I needed to remember how to breathe and had to figure out how I could both disappear and eradicate memories at the same time. I couldn’t speak in fear I’d vomit. It was a very real possibility.

  “They’re in the kitchen.”

  I closed my eyes, humiliation rushing through me. It clawed at my skin, threatening to do permanent damage.

  Carter’s sigh was both resigned and somehow filled with sympathy. “Come on. Let’s just get this out of the way.”

  Rooted. I was rooted to the spot. There was no way in hell I was going to meet his parents. I’d been in the kitchen plenty of times. I’d sat on those kitchen stools regularly enough to know you could hear everything that took place in the hallway. And I was hardly quiet during my breakdown. What the hell had I been thinking?

  I tried to shake my head, but I couldn’t even seem to be able to manage that.

  “Come on,” Carter tried again. This time he took my arm and pulled me toward the kitchen.

  Reluctantly, I allowed him to do so. Best I get it over with. I attempted to put on my game face, not quite s
ure exactly what that would look like yet. This wasn’t a situation I ever expected to be in, ever. It rated high on the list of nightmare situations.

  “Mom, Dad, this is Scott. Scott, these are my parents, Jack and Marcy.”

  With a deep breath, I stepped further into the room. My face fixed in a painful half smile. I could do nothing about the small dip of my brows or the sweat breaking out on my skin though. “Erm, hi, Mr. and Mrs. Falon.” I stretched out my hand as I moved toward them. “Pleased to meet you both.” I swallowed the bile threatening to crawl up my throat.

  Carter’s dad stood and took my hand in his, giving it a firm squeeze. He gave me a sympathetic nod, though I didn’t miss the amusement dancing in his eyes. “Scott.”

  I turned to Carter’s mom. Her eyes narrowed a fraction as she studied me, doing a long sweep of my body. I held my hand out, not quite sure what I’d do if she refused. Probably turn tail and run, but I stayed as strong as I could manage considering the circumstances.

  Her gaze dropped to my hand. “It’s not going to be a limp-lettuce handshake after all that porn watching, is it?”

  “Mom!”

  “Marcy!”

  I blanched and shook my head furiously. “No, ma’am.” I breathed hard through my nose, willing my stomach to settle. Me vomiting all over her would take this meeting to a whole other level of humiliating.

  She appraised me a moment longer. “Good.” Her hand took mine, her grip strong. When she released it, she smiled, and air rushed out of my lungs. And just in time too. Vomit and me blacking out from holding my breath would have been the icing on the cake. “So, you’re the enigmatic Scott.” There was no question in her statement.

  “Mom, really? Leave him alone and drink your tea.”

  An arched brow lifted ever so slowly, and she shot Carter a look a lesser man would have withered under. “And you”—she shook her head—“have been holding out on me.”

  A mumbled, “Here we go,” left Carter as he stepped to my side. “It’s not too late to run,” he said in my direction.

  I laughed. It was small and nervous. I wasn’t quite sure if he was joking or not, and I seriously wanted to do just that.

  “No chance. Sit your heinie on this here stool, Scott. It seems like my dearest son has not been keeping me in the loop, and it sounds as though you need some advice.”

  “Oh boy.” Jack shook his head. “Son,” he called out to Carter, who had since fully stepped into the kitchen. “Scott here will need something stronger. Coffee is not going to get him through this.” A small smile sat on his lips, and I lifted mine in return. He reminded me a lot of Carter. “No chance of escaping now, Scott. Best get comfortable and ride this one out.”

  I took a seat on the offered stool, my back straight, as far from comfortable as could be. Carter’s family were insane, but in that quirky, awesome way. They were so unlike my own family, and I’d never experienced parents quite like them before. That was obvious in just the three minutes in their presence. Not to say I hadn’t heard stories. Saying that, I didn’t think anything could have prepared me for the Falons.

  Facing straight ahead, I watched Carter grab a beer. He removed the cap and shook his head with a smile, passing it to me. I didn’t even comment that it was only ten in the morning. He pressed his lips together. The bastard was enjoying this, his sympathy long gone. Before I had the chance to shoot him a dirty look, it began.

  “You and Davis are an item now?” Marcy turned toward me, her gaze unflinching though not necessarily disapproving.

  I cleared my throat. “Well, we haven’t exactly put a label on what we are, but we’ve been spending time together.” I willed the flush from my cheeks when I thought about where our tongues had been. We’d been exploring a lot recently.

  She nodded. “Obviously enough time that you’re thinking about the next step.”

  I clamped my mouth shut, heat creeping to my face. I did not want to talk about this. Shit, I didn’t have to talk about this, and wouldn’t. “Well, ma’am, that would be between Davis and mys—”

  “I think it’s between everyone in this room, considering your overabundance of questions earlier.” Her gaze softened. “I’m not really going to ask all of the details, but it’s clear you need to be reassured that everything you’re worried about is normal.” She reached out and squeezed my arm. I wasn’t quite sure whether it was emotion at being spoken to so softly, with such understanding, that caught in my throat, or abject horror.

  “When Jack and I first started even considering anal sex—”

  “Mom, holy shit, for the love of God, no. Absolutely not.”

  Horror. Abject horror. Who was this woman? I was a grown-ass man, yet felt like I was being dragged up and expected to explain myself like a teenager, and while nothing about that sat comfortably, it was obvious enough that she cared about Davis, and for some reason was being kind to me too. I could not get my head around the bizarreness of the moment.

  “Well,” she huffed almost indignantly, but seeming a little too amused for that to be true, considering the twinkle in her eyes and the smirk on her husband’s face, “I’m only trying to be supportive and offer my pearls of wisdom.” She rolled her eyes at her son and then fixed her unwavering gaze on me, her expression becoming somber. “Scott.” I honest to God gulped hard when she said my name. There was no reprimand in her tone, but something about this moment put me on edge. “I know who you are and what you did.” And there it was. The not-so-invisible elephant in the room. “But,” she emphasized that one word, “I also know that Carter likes you, has forgiven you, and has reassured me you’re a good man.”

  I would not fucking cry. Holy shit. I forced my eyes to stay wide and willed away the emotion clawing at me. This was so far beyond what I was anticipating when I’d banged on Carter’s door in a moment of desperation.

  “Based on what you said and what I know, if you’re so anxious about doing the right thing by Davis and are planning for the next step, I also know for myself that you’re a good man and are ready.”

  I blinked. Thank God the initial emotion was gone. Instead, I was trying to get to grips with the fact that this sixtysomething-year-old woman was giving me sex advice, and I didn’t know if it was worse or not, but hell, she made sense.

  She reached out and cupped my hands with her own, giving a reassuring squeeze. “It’s good to be prepared, important, but not to the point where you’re stressing yourself out and panicking.” There was no attempt to argue as she spoke the truth. I’d panicked big time, to the extreme of finding myself in one of the strangest situations in my life.

  “You’re an intelligent man. So use that brain of yours and those big words I know you know and have a conversation with Davis.” Her smile was kind, and I found myself smiling back. “And I’d also really consider using a butt plug on the big day”—Carter groaned, I laughed, Jack coughed, but Marcy remained undeterred—“as it really will help, dear.” With that, she released my hands, picked up her cup, threw me a wink, and took a dainty sip.

  Speechless. Truly, the woman had rendered me speechless. After a moment of looking at the other two occupants in the room, I grasped my beer and mumbled a barely audible, “Erm, thanks,” before draining the whole bottle.

  For once, the front door opening, no doubt signaling Tanner, was a welcome relief. I released an audible sigh, only to freeze when not only Tanner entered, but Davis too. This could not be happening. I almost got whiplash when I looked at Marcy, my eyes pleading. She patted my hand and threw me another wink. I had no idea if that was meant to be reassuring, but it didn’t work. What the hell did it mean? I just hoped to all that was holy that it meant she’d keep quiet.

  The room remained silent, tense, and it was so bizarre that my gaze flicked to Carter in panic and then to Davis. Despite amusement dancing in his eyes, he tilted his head to the side as if studying me.

  “Everything all right in here?” Davis asked, his question directed at me. I nodded. I didn’t
even have the chance to organize a response before Marcy was talking.

  “We’re all perfect, and you, Davis, are going to adore me even more.”

  Good God, no.

  “Mom.”

  Marcy threw Carter an annoyed glance. “Hush.” She then refocused on Davis, who stepped further into the room. His expression remained uncertain. Tanner placed his keys down and walked up to Carter, but my attention was solely on the exit. “Jack and I have offered to babysit your beautiful Libby. We’re here for a few nights, so thought tomorrow would be perfect. It would give you and your new beau here an opportunity to go out and have a date and follow the night on to wherever it may lead you. She can sleep here the night.”

  Carter barely held back his smirk.

  I pressed my lips together as her words sank in and I realized she hadn’t ratted me out. It was actually amazingly generous of her to offer to look after Libby. I ignored the fact that it was her way of helping me get it on with Davis. Returning my gaze to the man who already held a piece of me, I found his questioning gaze on me. I shrugged, pleading none the wiser. I had no idea if he bought it, but I couldn’t back down now.

  “That’s really great of you, Marcy. Thanks.” He stepped up to me and stood to my side. His hand found its place at the back of my neck, and he squeezed lightly, offering comfort. There was no doubt he was aware something bigger was going on, and I appreciated that he was allowing it to play out. A gentle finger brushed against me, and I relaxed a little more. When he reached out for the bottle of beer, shook it, and then placed it down, I glanced at him, aware his attention was on me.

  I shrugged again and grimaced, but still, my lips twitched. It was then I realized not only how quiet the room was, but also that Libby wasn’t with him. “Where’s Libby?”