Page 41 of One Chance to Stay (Bears of Firefly Valley #4)

Seamus paused at the doorway to his bedroom. I already had my shirt over my head when I realized he hadn’t entered. After the number of times we spent naked in the last two weeks, I hoped we had gotten past the timid interactions.

“It takes two to tango.”

“I’m appreciating the view.”

Oh. Nobody had ever stared at me like Seamus. I could have shrank from his admiration, but it only made me want to strip faster. I pulled the belt off, unzipped, and wiggled out of my jeans in the lamest strip tease. He gave a chin nod in my direction.

“Oh, these?” I snapped the elastic of my boxer briefs. “These are your job.”

He pulled off his shirt in the doorway, throwing it on the floor. Once his pants hit the floor, he accepted my challenge. With a hand on my chest, he pushed me toward the bed until I fell backward.

Like our first time together, he knelt between my legs.

Something… and I couldn’t put my finger on it, felt different.

His hands ran up my calves, over my knees, and along the outside of my thighs.

His touch came with confidence, a surety that he wanted this.

When his fingers grazed my growing cock, I made sure my moans spoke volumes.

Seamus pulled at the waistband. I lifted my ass just enough for him to drag them down my thighs.

I could hear them land on the floor. He returned, his hands sliding under me, gripping my ass with his paws.

The hesitation vanished as he licked the underside of my cock.

It jerked from excitement before he caught the head with his lips.

With each inch he swallowed, my moans grew louder.

He didn’t bob up and down so much as lift my ass off the bed.

If the heat of his mouth didn’t keep my attention, I’d have chuckled at being treated like a rag doll.

As he swallowed the length of my cock, he slowly retreated, the roughness of his tongue sliding along my shaft.

Minutes passed, and the familiar tingling started, and I had to sit up, stopping him.

“I don’t want to come yet.”

Sliding back onto the bed, I spun about so I could rest my head on a pillow. I patted the space next to me. Seamus wouldn’t be the only one doing the touching tonight. If I could make him feel half as good as he did for me, this novice would consider it a victory.

He climbed onto the bed on his knees, and I seized the opportunity. Reaching through his legs, I gripped his ass, pulling him closer. His cock stood at attention, pointing forward like a directional arrow leading right to my mouth.

With my free hand, I gripped his cock, amazed by the soft rigidness. I let my fingers wander, trailing the length of his shaft before wrapping around his balls. This close, his cock turned intimidating. With a couple of strokes, the bead of precum formed. I leaned forward, my tongue tasting him.

I didn’t stop at the first taste.

Awkward angles and all, I pulled him forward, determined to get the length of him inside my mouth. He hit the back of my throat, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t work him any further. When I gagged, he pulled back.

“Here.”

Seamus repositioned himself, straddling my chest. Staring down the length of his cock, I nearly went cross-eyed.

I’d get to that, but right now, my curiosity got the best of me.

Wiggling further between his legs, I lifted his cock against his body.

I reached out with my tongue, licking the softness of his sack.

It smelled of sweat and musk and a little smoke from the bonfire.

I had to admit, it was an intoxicating combo.

Seamus took his cock, jerking it while letting out a series of gasps. The encouragement only made me try for more. Delicately, I tried to get one of his testicles in my mouth. Achieved, but the second wasn’t going to happen, at least not without practice. I’d add that to my list of future goals.

He rose on his knees, bracing a hand against the headboard so the head brushed against my lips.

I opened, ready for on-the-job training.

Taking his time, Seamus guided himself into my mouth.

His hips pulled back for a second before pushing forward.

He found a steady rhythm, slow but forceful.

I closed my eyes, savoring the taste of my burly mountain man.

Seamus groaned as he sank deeper. I wanted all of him in me… or so I thought. He thrusted and reached the bend of my throat, and the tickle caused a chain reaction. Gagging, I fought to keep from biting down. He withdrew, cock hanging in front of my face as I cleared my throat.

“I’ll need to work on that,” I mumbled.

Staring up the length of his torso, I couldn’t believe the series of events that led us here.

A misguided kiss hadn’t made me question my sexuality.

Yet, a guy with a rifle and a bottle of bourbon?

No, it wasn’t our introduction that started my meandering eye.

When I spotted the folded clothes, that’s when the questions started.

Seamus sat on his heels before shimmying down my torso.

Moving onto all fours, I raised my head, stealing a kiss.

What started as a surreal experience faded.

This wasn’t a one-off, not a random curiosity.

Staring into those beautiful eyes, I wanted to wake up to them in the morning.

At night, I wanted to fall asleep with the weight of his arm holding me around the waist.

“I… uhm…” He bit his lip. Seamus had gone from fucking my mouth to a timid first-timer. “Can we…”

I wrapped an arm around his back, dragging his weight down on me. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I squeezed as if it’d be our last embrace.

I kissed his cheek before whispering in his ear. “I’ll try anything.” For him? Anything.

He shifted, rummaging in the drawer until he sat upright on my belly, holding the bottle. Lube. Every man had it. Nothing about that struck me as weird until I realized…

“Oh,” I said. “I’ve never…” I had thought about it in passing. I worked at a gay bar, and of course, it came up. Would I be the top? Bottom? Versatile? I still didn’t quite understand the difference between a power bottom and a sub bottom. I’d be reading a lot of Reddit articles soon.

Seamus coated his hand in lube before reaching behind him.

With a slippery grip, he coated my cock.

My back arched in response. While he added lube to his hand, I wanted to ask if he explored this curiosity, or if we were about to be the blind leading the blind. When my laughter erupted, Seamus froze.

“No. No. It’s not you.” I gripped his thighs, feeling the dense muscles hidden by the soft padding. “I just realized I’m kind of a virgin in this department.”

“We can?—”

“Can keep doing exactly what you’re doing.” With the ladies, this had never crossed my mind. Now that Seamus opened the proverbial backdoor, he had piqued my curiosity. “Are you sure?”

He nodded.

Tossing the bottle onto the bed, he inched his way back.

I didn’t know what to expect as he slid my cock into position.

Seamus closed his eyes, head tilting back as he rested in place.

I felt honored that after decades of dreaming of this moment, he had chosen me.

I’d treasure that gift and wanted him to fulfill every desire he’d denied himself.

He continued shifting. I didn’t think it’d happen. How could a guy?—

“Holy shit,” I moaned.

The tightness wrapped around the head, squeezing so tight I didn’t know how Seamus… The moan started in the pit of his belly. By the time it reached his throat, it summoned years’ worth of pent-up frustration. He didn’t move, but I could feel every flex as he milked me.

I slid my hands along his thighs, reaching for his belly.

He grabbed my hands, entwining his fingers while he bit his bottom lip.

We sat in that position for several minutes until the tightness eased.

He sat upright, wincing as more slid inside.

It took every ounce of willpower not to flex, to force the blood into my cock.

Seamus looked the most handsome when he wielded his determination and let it spill into confidence. As much as my cock wanted inside him, this was about fulfilling a need. One we both had.

“Feels amazing,” I whispered.

“Mhmm.”

For every inch in, he’d pull back, gently rocking his hips.

Electric Lemonade. Cement Mixer. Cosmo. Manhattan.

I reached deep into my mixology class, trying to ward off the tingling in my balls.

I wouldn’t come, not until Seamus got what he needed.

Bloody Mary. Hurricane. Tequila Sunrise. Sex on the?—

“Fuck,” he groaned. I squeezed his hands as he worked the last of my cock inside. “Fuck,” he repeated. His eyes were open wide, so wide they bordered on comical. It hadn’t been a quick affair, but he wiped away our virginities with a victorious growl.

“Feel good?”

He squeezed tight enough that my shoulders lifted off the bed. “Keep that up and I’ll come.” Did I pull out? Did the bottom decide? I had a thousand questions for the phone tree. I hoped joining the man-loving community came with an instructional manual.

As his cock slid along my belly, the trail of precum gave away his excitement. Each time he slid back, burying me inside, his cock jumped with another dribble. Going through the ingredients in drinks no longer worked as my balls tightened.

“I’m going to come,” I hissed.

My cock thickened and Seamus let loose another in a long series of moans.

He picked up the pace, answering how this would end.

My toes curled, and I stopped fighting the electricity racing along my skin.

Muscles tensed, and I roared as my body twitched.

The thought of coming inside him, that he wanted me to fill him, that only made it more intense.

“I’m—” He didn’t get out the words before he growled.

The first shot hit my cheek, barely missing an eye. He continued riding my cock, and I could feel the wetness filling him. Seamus fired another volley, hitting my beard and lips. He froze in position while he flooded my belly button. We’d be washing these sheets in the morning.

He shook his head as our orgasms subsided. “Wow.”

“Wow, indeed.” When my cock twitched, his eyes went wide, and he promptly moved forward until I slid free. I hissed at the sensitivity and immediately wanted back inside.

I could smell the salt before I tasted it. Licking my lips, I’d call the taste tolerable. Would I seek a mouthful of cum? Probably not, but it wasn’t horrible. Another list of questions popped up, needing inquiry with the Gay Council.

Seamus moved with the grace of an old man, shifting his weight until he fell onto his side. As quick as he hit the bed, he shimmied closer, draping his leg over mine.

“That was…”

“Fun? Hot? Amazing? Should I go on?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “Incredible. Can we do that again?”

“No,” he replied quickly. “I might need a day or two.”

“Or I could…” The words left my mouth before I considered the ramifications. No, I stood by it. There was only one way to find out if I’d enjoy it.

“Really?”

I kissed him on the nose. “With you? Sure.”

His body relaxed as if an age-old tension fled his bones.

I didn’t want to comment about letting his guard down, but I could tell.

Something had changed for Seamus. For me.

We were at the end of trepidation and at the start of a comfortable ease.

For him, I’d throw my expectations out the window and explore with the same curiosity he had.

His hand slid across my belly, stopping as he reached for the slicked down fur. When he raised his fingers, they were coated in a well-earned orgasm.

“Ever shower with a guy?” I asked.

“No.”

“Good. We can scratch that off your bucket list. My list, too.”

“Not yet,” he said, resting his head on my shoulder. How could I argue with the request? I had a handsome man curled around me while covered in cum. I’d say my trip to Firefly had been a success. It asked more questions than it answered. Or maybe I simply hadn’t been asking the right ones?

“I have to ask. How sore are you going to be tomorrow?”

Seamus nuzzled against my neck, finding the perfect spot where our puzzle pieces merged. He continued patting me on the stomach, the wet sound making me cringe.

“You’ll know soon enough.”

I should have been worried, but my cock jumped at the thought.

Traitor.