The words go straight to my dick. I’m half-afraid he take his eyes off the road to look at the tenting happening in my shorts, because then I’ll have no excuses left. As it is, I have no desire to use them. My only desire is to get Sebastian’s tongue back in my mouth.
When I don’t answer, he interprets my quiet as either disapproval or nervousness, because he says, “Hey, I can take you back to your place if it bothers you. We don’t have to do anything.”
“Drive faster.” My voice is a croak.
His fingers flex around the steering wheel, and with a glance that smolders, he steps on the gas. We pull up to the front gates in record time. Sebastian activates his key fob, and the gates groan as they open.
“Takes fucking forever,” he mutters, one of his legs jittering. Another glance in my direction. I’m sitting with my back ramrod straight, doing my best not to stare at his mouth. If I do, there’s a large chance I’ll do something stupid like lunge over the console and plant my mouth against his. Thankfully, the gate clears and we race up the long driveway and screech to a halt. He’s barely removed the key from the ignition when I pounce on him.
Chapter 15
Sebastian
The last thing I expect is Aidan to maul me across the car console. My evening expectations were to head inside, change into swimsuits, and break in the jacuzzi. I’d warm him up, maybe coax this shy, kind math tutor onto my lap. But nope. Aidan decides to blow my plans to bits.
A muffled groan catches in my mouth before my body takes over for me, doing what I’ve wanted to do since the first kiss in his apartment. His lips part, and my tongue dives in, stroking against his with enough heat to warm me through the coming winter months. A small gasp snags in Aidan’s mouth. I swallow it down. And again. And again. Until the sounds he’s making are like a drowning man desperate for air, except the air is coming from my mouth. I’m plundering all the soft, hot places of his mouth, sucking on his tongue and switching to deep, penetrative strokes, all the while imagining my tongue is my cock and his mouth is his ass. The thought sends another wave of lust through me. My crotch throbs. I palm my erection through my shorts but I’m too close to release, so I return my hand to Aidan’s back.
We manage to break apart, panting into the other’s face. Aidan’s eyes are glazed, his lips red and swollen. He looks debauched. Incredibly fuckable.
“Ah.” His throat bobs. He won’t stop staring at my mouth.
It’s then I notice him begin to tense up. It’s a subtle thing. Awkwardness, shock—whatever it is, it’s starting to sink. I don’t let that happen. Bunching his shirt in my hands, I tug him closer, eliciting another gasp from him. Wary eyes, horny eyes, fuck-me eyes. As soon as he lets me inside him, I’m going to bust a load, I just know it.
“Kiss me again,” I growl. My voice sounds like sandpaper. I’m too turned on to control it. I gentle the demand with a gentle kiss to his cheek. Aidan doesn’t work well with orders. You have to coax him into agreement. That’s fine by me. I’m utterly charmed by his hesitant tendencies.
“I don’t know if I’ll do it to your liking. I’m not as experienced as you. The last time I hooked up with someone was two years ago and that wasn’t even a real—”
My mouth cuts him off. “You’re babbling.”
“Oh. Well, I can’t help it. You make me nervous. You and your... hotness.”
I chuckle and press my mouth to his ear, spending some time there, coaxing those sensitive nerves into life. “Same goes. Now kiss me. And here.” Moving his hands, which have been clutching the front of my shirt, away, I slip them under the polyester jersey to my skin, which heats beneath those long-fingered, clever hands. “That’s better.”
Aidan breathes, “Tell me if I do something you don’t like.”
Pretty sure that’s impossible. “Will do.” If he’s touching me, I’m liking it.
Aidan puts the same focus into kissing as he does with his studies. He kisses like no one else I’ve kissed before, like this singular act is important. Like letting me in is a choice of acceptance.
It makes me feel damn special. It also tells me Aidan isn’t someone who sleeps around. I’m not the most promiscuous person, but since moving to Indiana I haven’t hooked up with anyone, not a single person. Between tutoring and practice, I haven’t had the time. Aidan is the only person who’s interested me.
We’re trading deep, hungry kisses when he does something with his tongue that sends tingles through the roof of my mouth. I pull away with a breathless, “Where did you learn to do that?”
He looks at me in confusion. “Do what?”
I almost laugh. He has no idea. Maybe he’s just a natural.
“Never mind.” I tug him back toward me so we’re chest to chest. “Backseat,” I growl against his lips, his breath hot against my own, fogging up the car windows. “Now.” I give him a shove for emphasis, and Aidan doesn’t need to be told twice.
We topple into the backseat, my elbow knocking against the window. Pain shoots up my arm. “Fuck!”
Aidan chokes on a strained laugh. Well, more like a giggle. I take him in, all gangly limbs sprawled open, his blue eyes dark, all pupil, and that delicious flush staining his cheeks. His glasses have been knocked askew. Fucking hell. He really does look like a young Jude Law, and lucky me, I’m going to fuck this guy.
“Sebastian.” His chest rises, falls. The word is all but slurred. He’s staring at me in a way no one ever has before. Like I’m... I don’t know... important to him. Like he wants to be here as much as I do. Like he wants to be nowhere else.
“Yeah?”
His blush deepens. “I, ah, like looking at you. A lot.”
The comment stops me. I actually feel my own blush burn its way up my neck. “Yeah?”
He nods, biting his lip to hold in a smile.
My laughter feels amazing. Free. It feels like I can climb a mountain, run a marathon. “Well I like looking at you too, Mr. Jude Law.” This kiss is significantly more tempered. Soft, lazy, and full of smiles, I think I enjoy it more than the previous ones. We take our time exploring each other’s mouths, and I learn what Aidan likes. My hands stroking his chest. Small nips on his full lower lip, licking into his mouth like I’m eating an ice cream cone. His moan starts small but builds, and he clutches me closer, tugging me into his lap, rutting against me like an animal in heat.
All the brain cells in my head die on the spot. My focus zeroes in on the hard-as-concrete erection pushing against my own. I tear off his clothes. Only Aidan’s boxers are left, giving me the perfect opportunity to palm him through the fabric. He moans louder into my mouth and breaks away, his hands tugging off my shirt as well. “Keep doing that,” he pants, his eyes slipping closed.
I trace its thick shape, a finger lingering on the head where the fabric is damp from his desire. Then my hand dives inside to grip his hot skin. I whisper dirty things into his ear, like how I can’t wait to put my mouth on him, feel his come on my stomach and chest, feel his ass clamping down on my equally hard dick when I’m plowing him from behind. That’s when Aidan’s legs start to shake with impending climax. He can’t see me because his eyes are closed, but I smile. This image will stay with me for the rest of my life. I’m sure of it.
Leaning in, I lick a pathway down his neck. “You ever had a man’s cock in you, Aidan?”
With eyes squeezed shut, the tendons stand out on his neck. He nods, once.
“And how did you like it?”
“I l-liked it.” He licks a droplet of sweat from his upper lip.
“Good. I have one more question for you.”
“Okay.”
“Would you like to feel it again?”
Aidan’s only answer is a small mewling sound that shreds my self-control. It’s not enough of an answer for me though. I need him to say it verbally, need the consent. That’s a line I’m not about to cross.<
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“Yes,” he whispers.
I’m crushing him into the backseat as I rip off my shorts and underwear, then his as well. Our limbs tangle, sweat on sweat, a wonderfully fantastic slide. I keep a condom and a small pack of lube in my wallet, so I fish that out while Aidan flips himself onto his hands and knees. The sight is beautiful.
“Never done this in a car,” I say, tearing open the condom with my teeth. My hands shake.
His back swells on a deep inhale. I can see each vertebra of his spine. “Me either.”
“I’m not going to last,” I warn him. As soon as his body clasps around mine, I’m gone. Goner than gone.
He laughs. It’s a breathy wheeze. “Me either.”
At least we’re on the same page.
Aidan says, as I place one of my hands on his lower back, feeling the muscle flex beneath, “It’s been a while, so go slow.”
Leaning over him, I press a kiss to his shoulder. I feel a flicker of surprise go through him. “I will. Just tell me to stop if it hurts.”
“I’m not sure if that thing is going to fit inside me.”
He sounds uneasy, so I stroke his back, the curve of his ass, the backs of his thighs, to calm him down. “Like I said: I’ll go slow.”
Preparing a man for penetration can be a long process, depending on the person. I always start with soft, soothing touches for relaxation, coaxing the tension away from the body. Five minutes of this and Aidan’s shoulders have dropped and his head hangs. One of my feet is pressed to the floor, my other knee pressed into the leather seat, my front facing his ass. It would be more comfortable in my bed, but I’m too impatient. I will have Aidan, and it will be now.
Once I feel Aidan relax, my hands wander south. Curved over his back, I give special attention to his neck, which he seems to like, as his pulse kicks up under my lips. One of my hands smooths over his round ass with the intention of familiarizing him with my touch. He seems to like it, because shortly after, he starts to push back against me in short pumps of his hips.
While he moves against me, I tear open the lube and dribble some onto my fingers, which I then stroke through his crease. Aidan gasps, jerking against me. Fuck, that’s hot. I’ve been with enough men to know what I like, and enthusiasm for sex trumps experience every time.
As I brush against his hole, a broken sound flies out of his mouth. He’s heaving for air, and I groan in response, brushing my lips against the shell of his ear. “Can’t wait to push into this tight hole of yours.” I lightly trace the outer ring of muscle. The nerves are sensitive down there. Slowly, I push in.
“Sebastian.” The word is a plea.
“Good?”
“Too good.” His body welcomes me, sucks me in deeper. I spend a few minutes pulling out and pushing in, working him open. Eventually, I add a second finger. At this point, the car is filled with steam. I can’t see outside anymore because the windows are so fogged up. Sweat courses down my skin, and his, but it only makes this situation more erotic. Real. Sex isn’t like you see on the shows. It’s messy, impatient, imperfect. It’s needing a man too much to waste time moving to the bedroom, choosing to take him in the backseat of a car instead.
After the third finger, I know Aidan’s ready. I suit up with the condom, grabbing his jaw and turning it toward me, sucking at his lips. He opens for me, those beautiful blue eyes hazy and bright. They are blue as the ocean, and all they see is me.
Chapter 16
Aidan
Our moans merge as Sebastian pushes past the initial resistance of my body. The tip is in. I’m shaking. Or maybe that’s him. There’s no talking, only feeling. Wanting. God, I want this guy. It takes me a minute to realize I’ve never felt this strongly about anyone before. It’s something I’ll have to consider later, when I’m not so distracted.
“More,” I demand.
He hisses out a breath. Then he’s all the way in, filling me.
“Oh.” Sebastian breathes the word into my neck, his forehead pressed against my shoulder. “You have no idea how good this feels, Aidan. Your body—” A strangled gasp cuts the air as I shift a fraction forward, then back, using shallow thrusts on his dick. It’s big and thick, and the sounds our coupling makes, the wetness of the lube, his groans, make my balls draw up so tightly it takes a concentrated effort to keep myself on the edge of orgasm.
“Touch me,” I say. The things coming out of my mouth—I don’t know where they’re coming from. My last relationship, I was much more submissive. I’m still submissive. I like it when another man takes control during sex, but with Aidan, I can voice my wants without fear of rejection.
Sure enough, his big hand coasts from my back to my chest, his fingers playing with the chest hair, brushing against my hard nipples, before dropping to my weeping dick. He makes a sound of approval low in his throat and thumbs the head, delineating a wet circle over the throbbing crown. “You’re leaking for me. Good.” His fingers tighten briefly, and he pulls out, pushes in, one hard thrust.
I think I scream.
The brush of his erection against my gland scrapes over and over, heightening my need to shoot. The sounds coming out of my mouth aren’t human. I’ve devolved into a crying animal as Sebastian does what he promised he’d do and plows into me, his fingers digging into my hips to readjust himself and landing at a new angle that steals my breath. Sweat coats our skin. He wraps one steel arm around me and jerks me in the same motion. My mouth opens in a soundless scream, the thud of my blood pulsating in my face and other areas.
“Oh, baby. That’s it. Just like that.” The words come unchecked out of his mouth, but the deepness of his voice, the roughness as it begins to fray along with his control—I thrust fast against him. His arm slides down, unable to grab hold. My hands are braced on the car door in front of me, my jaw clenched. The need to climax builds. I’m not sure when it’ll reach its peak.
Sebastian pushes in as deep as he can go, picking up speed. It’s a frantic, desperate coupling.
“Fuck, Aidan. You feel so damn good. Clasping my cock. Your tight ass. Ah.” He slips his rhythm but takes it up again in the next breath. “You’re close. I can feel it.” Suddenly he yanks me back against him and bites the lobe of my ear. “Come for me.” As he speaks, he gives one long stroke of my dick, squeezing at the base as he hits my prostate at a sublime angle. And I’m obliterated by the most powerful orgasm I’ve experienced in my twenty-three years. We’re both groaning as I feel my channel clasp his, as he spills his seed into the condom and fucks me with all the strength and power of his beautiful body, his gasps twining with mine. Moments later, Sebastian slumps against my back. My arms shake with weakness. I slide down onto the seat where we lay tangled together, not saying anything, just breathing.
I’m a sticky, sweaty mess. And I’ve never felt better in my life.
Sebastian’s face is plastered to my upper back. I want to move, but doing so would mean he would have to move, and I like feeling his muscles pressed against me.
It’s quiet for a time. At one point I start to doze, but when Sebastian shifts, I wake up, sitting up to face him after he pulls out of me. There, we stare at one another. I’m pretty sure we share the same dazed look. That what the hell just happened look. I don’t think either of us expected the sexual explosion that occurred.
It’s then I realize I’m sitting in the back of his Ferrari, covered in my come. It’s smeared on the leather seats. That, combined with the fact that I just had mind-blowing sex with the hottest guy on Notre Dame’s collegiate soccer team, not to mention my tutoring student... I freak out.
Blinking, I turn away from Sebastian. His eyes are a beautiful caramel color, wide, his cheeks red. “S-sorry about your seats. I’ll clean it up. I know they’re probably expensive. Not sure if I can afford to get them professionally cleaned, but if you let me know what it costs, I could—”
He stops me wit
h a kiss. It’s soft, tender, soothing. I relax under his hands. Sebastian chuckles as he pulls away.
“Don’t worry about it, Aidan. They’re just seats. And anyway, it was worth the mess.” A corner of his mouth kicks up. His gaze touches on every part of my body. “Why don’t we use the hot tub to clean ourselves off?”
Before I can reply, he gets out of the car, naked as the day he was born. My mouth drops open. “Aren’t there cameras?” I say, pointing to one installed on their front porch. I’m not about to display my butt to his family. I would never be able to show my face again.
Sebastian rolls his eyes. “They’re mostly for appearance’s sake. My parents like to make a statement.” He tugs me out of the car. Hurriedly, I grab my clothes, holding them in front of my body, but Sebastian snatches them away with a laugh at my sputtering. “No one will see you but me. And I’ve already seen everything.”
He’s utterly unself-conscious as he climbs the front steps and unlocks the front door. I’m shameless, because his butt is beautiful, his legs long, thighs and calves sleek. The shift of muscle beneath his tanned skin is mesmerizing.
“You know you have the worst tan lines,” I comment, following him into the house. He not only has a shorts tan line, but a sock tan line as well from where his soccer socks hit below his knees.
“Oh, yeah? You like?” He flexes one of his ass cheeks.
I can’t help myself. As we head out the door to the backyard I slip my palm along its curve. Sebastian pauses. I snatch my hand away, fighting a blush. “Sorry,” I murmur. “Not sure if you like being touched or not.”
His lips thin. “I’m not much of a physical touch person.”
My heart sinks into my stomach. I’m not sure why it hits so hard.
“But for you?” He kisses me on the cheek, moving to my mouth where he sinks in, twining his fingers into my hair. “For you, I’ll make an exception. Especially if I’m getting an A in math this semester.”
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