I force myself to stop kissing him but keep holding him, my hands softening around his back to be more gentle. “You need to tell me if you want me to stop.”
Seth shakes his head. “No kid gloves.”
“You’re into this?”
His mouth lands on my neck, and he sucks hard. “So fucking into it.”
Thank God.
My lips find his again, and he weaves a hand in my hair and grips tight.
My cock jerks in my boxers.
With a light push to his hip, I gesture toward the bed, and I’m met with no resistance. None in the slightest.
Seth pulls back and strips off his shirt, revealing a long, slim torso. I don’t know where to look. From his pecs down to his belly button, the miles of bare skin are mouthwatering, and I want to taste him.
I try to close the gap again, but I catch sight of his downturned head and the way he’s biting his lip nervously.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“I’m not … I mean … I’m not what you’re used to.”
“Isn’t that the point here?” I step into his space and lift his chin with a crooked finger. “You’re hot. I find your body sexy.” I run my hand down his chest and lower my head to kiss along his shoulder. “Not because it’s a novelty to be with a guy, but because you’re you. You’re my Einstein.”
Seth shudders against me, and with his body next to mine, skin on skin, his hot breath near my ear, I almost come unglued.
My hands shake as I reach for the belt on his pants because I want so much more, and I don’t want him to stop me.
“I need to suck you off,” I whisper. He moans. “I need to taste that dick I’ve been staring at through a screen for months. Ever since Halloween when you sent me that pic.”
“I’ve watched your video a thousand times.”
“Do you get yourself off to it?”
“Every time,” he rasps.
I push him down so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed. “What do you want? My mouth on you or a live performance of that video?”
“Uh, both?”
“Fuck.” I drop to my knees.
Seth shuffles out of his pants and underwear, and I help him drag them down his legs and off.
He’s completely naked, his cock long and thin, sticking straight up, the swollen head dripping with precum.
His legs widen, and he leans back, placing his palms on top of the bed.
All these last months of fantasizing about doing this, of being with a guy, of exploring this untapped side of me I obliviously thought didn’t exist. That it couldn’t exist because of my sexual history …
Hesitance flits through my head for the briefest moment before I remind myself this is Einstein. This is the guy I’ve told everything to. Who I’ve talked completely random shit with.
Realizing he’s Foster Grant’s brother should make me pull away. Foster’s my friend, and I’ll probably get my ass kicked for this, but I don’t care. What we have … what we could have, I’d face a firing squad if it meant I could be with him in this way.
So even though I have absolutely no experience sucking a dick, I’ll make up for it in enthusiasm and willingness to learn because I want to see him lose his mind.
I want to witness him let go.
My eyes lock with his. The first swipe of my tongue over the head of his cock licks the precum from his slit, and he hisses.
It tastes salty but so good.
Next, I close my mouth over the tip, and his thighs tense beneath my hands.
When I take as much of him as I can past my lips, his hand flies into my hair and he thrusts upward.
“Fuck! That feels—”
I bob my head, sucking on my way back up.
“—amazing. Fuck.” Seth’s hips roll, and I take more of him, almost to my throat.
Hell, I’d take more if I thought I could handle it, but I do know this has some limits.
I want to get used to him in my mouth and the salty taste that keeps hitting my tongue as I draw more precum from his hard-as-steel cock. Each time I taste him, satisfaction bursts through me that I’m doing this.
I’m making him feel this way.
I hope this is a sign all those months getting to know each other was worth it.
“Your mouth.” He gasps.
The quip he could’ve had this months ago rings through my mind, but I have no doubt if we’d met months ago, there’s a very good chance he would’ve dismissed me. My patience, even though it was tested, has come down to this—sucking off my friend’s brother in a hotel room.
I’d laugh if the whole notion wasn’t so damn hot.
“Richie.”
The name throws me. It mixes real life with our online one, but I’m distracted for only a second because it’s followed by a string of curses and a warning.