Page 70 of Free Fall
“You enjoy sunrises?” Rye asks.
“Sure.” Lowell’s shrug downplays it. “I also like sunsets, and dancing, and kissing.”
“Noted,” Rye says with a firm nod. Why he’d be making note of that, I don’t know, but then Sejin’s sweeping across the room again, his ponytail streaming behind him.
“Here,” he says, shaking a take-out bag he’s brought from the back room. “Pete’s in a mood, so I didn’t bother asking him for anything special. I got turkey sandwiches from Gage.”
We sit again, both of us stuffing the sandwiches in our mouths like we’re in a competition and the winner gets to top.Or bottom. Depending on whatever the winner wants to do. I’m down for either.
Lowell brings up a new route on the Dawn Wall a friend is trying to send. Rye asks pertinent questions, and I tune them out. The Dawn Wall is an impressive feat, but trying to veer off Tommy Caldwell’s route is foolish.
Instead, I watch Sejin eat. His throat bobs as he swallows, his long, pretty fingers grip the sandwich lightly, and his pink tongue darts out to lick mustard from the corner of his shiny, wet lips. I catch his gaze, and he’s peering at me too.
I go hot all over, and my heart flutters as he pops the last bite into his mouth.
“Come on,” I say, shoving the remains of my sandwich at Rye, certain that he’ll either eat it or throw it away for me. I reach my hand out for Sejin to take. “Let’s get out of here.”
Sejin’s fingers are soft and a little cold, but the look in his eye as we rise from the table is eager and hot.
“Enjoy yourselves,” Rye calls, shaking his nearly-finished boba our way. “Don’t forget: condoms, lube, consent, and safe words.”
A woman near the table coughs and glares at Rye before pointedly nodding toward her teenage son, who is quite obviously listening. Good! Let him hear about condoms, lube, consent, and safe words. If he’s lucky, he’ll need them sooner than later.
Sejin’s cheeks darken with a blush, but I just pull him out of Papa Bear and back to the waiting bike. Clambering on, both of us are overeager and I, for one, am already hard and aching.
Based on the way Sejin thrusts his crotch into my backside when he sits down, I’m not the only one.
As we tear out of the parking lot, and I point the motorcycle toward the campground, I think about how Lowell is right. Mymind is full of sex and Sejin, and right now that’s all that matters. That’s all I evenwantto matter.
Heart Route can wait.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Dan
The van feelslike a welcoming, warm hug as I pull Sejin in and slam the door shut. I should ask him if he needs anything before we fuck, but I’m impatient to get him naked and keening. I know it won’t take much. I had him spun up so high last night that I almost came in my jeans just from the noises he was making.
Sejin doesn’t object as I start divesting him of clothing. His pulse beats visibly in his throat, and I lick it, loving the sweet taste of his skin.
“How do you want to do this?” I ask, open to whatever he suggests, but hoping he’s serious about letting me eat his ass. It’s my favorite thing to do with a guy, and with Sejin I find it even more arousing than usual. He squirms so nicely when I push my tongue in, and his noises—eager gasps, breathless whimpers—get me so hard.
“Yeah, um, so…” he groans as I unzip his jeans and bite a nipple at the same time. “Can I top? I wanna feel you like that.”
“Yeah, that works for me.”
He huffs a laugh, and then we’re silent as the heat between us escalates. I end up naked on my back, head propped up by pillows, sixty-nine-ing with my cock in his mouth, as he lets me eat his ass. He shakes as I work him open with my tongue and fingers, and his throat vibrates around my cock as he groans. I’m certain I’m going to shoot and end this way too early.
“Off,” I say, tugging at his ponytail until he releases me. “I’m not ready to come yet.”
“Want to get inside you,” he whispers, but then he collapses, open mouth against my thigh, breathing hard on my cock and balls as I go back to eating his hole. I love how he twitches, his dick dripping on my chest as I work him over.
Eventually, he heaves himself away and almost topples off the bed onto the floor of the van, but I catch his leg and keep him from going over.
“Holy shit,” he says, flopping beside me. “I’m horny as fuck. Get on my cock.”
I grin. This is the first time he’s been bossy in bed, and I’m eager to see more of this side of him. I grab the bottle and condom from where I put it next to the mattress. He rolls it on as I uncap the lube and work it over my own hole.
“Let me…” he says, reaching between my legs and under my balls to press his fingers at my entrance.