Page 16 of Scrap Metal & Love Reforged

Seth crossed the room and stood before the window. I joined him and gazed down over the city. My heart quickened. A hot curl of desire burned inside me. My fingers itched, and with a sudden, impulsive jerk, seized a handful of Seth’s shirt. Seth turned and caught my gaze, his hazel eyes questioning.

My face grew hot, and I lurched forward. Seth’s back collided with the window. I pressed my lips hard against his, inhaling the heady scent of beer and coffee. There was something elsebeneath it, a sharp, spicy cologne. We turned to the right until my back was against the window as Seth pressed me closer to him. His hands curled in my hair, twisting so tightly that my scalp smarted. My jeans grew tighter, grinding my hips against him.

He tossed his head back and moaned. I twisted my fingers in the fabric of his shirt, just over his shoulder blades. The air between us grew thick and husky. I dipped my head and sucked along Seth’s collarbone. Seth’s hands tightened. “God, Troy,” he rasped. “Can we move this to my room?”

He pulled me away from the window, his eyes darting around the apartment. There was a door opening, and a dim glow of Bluehaven's skyline that bled through the half-drawn blinds of his bedroom, painting the room in shifting hues of amber and cobalt. I saw the bulky form of a bed. Seth corralled me, grinding his hips against me. The backs of my calves struck a hard surface and Seth pushed me suddenly. I toppled onto the bed, sinking into the soft mattress. With a grin, Seth clambered over me. My cock ached, every bit of friction sending jolts of pleasure through me.

“I'm afraid this is going to be quick,” I said. “I’m out of practice.”

“Oh?” Seth asked.

His lips curled into a sly grin. My hands flew through his pants. In my haste, I fumbled with the button and zipper. Seth hunched over and stroked my chest, his hands gentle and warm.

He stood up as I yanked down his pants and boxers. He wasquitewell-endowed, with a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. I swallowed thickly and wondered where to go from here.

“Surprised?” Seth asked, grinning.

“Not in the slightest.”

I had no idea why I saidthat, but it came out more flirtatious than I’d anticipated. For better or worse.

My fingers reached out, wrapping my hand around Seth’s shaft. The heat of him was almost shocking, the skin velvety smooth over the iron-hard length. I stroked him once, twice, my thumb swiping over the slick crown.

“You’re fuckinghuge,”I murmured, my own cock throbbing in my jeans.

Seth chuckled, a dark, knowing sound. His hand shot out, fingers tangling in my hair, gripping just tight enough to make my scalp prickle.

“Prove it,”he growled, tugging gently. Not a demand. A challenge.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

Seth stepped back from the bed and I sank to my knees, the plush carpet cushioning the impact. The scent of Seth—musky, salty, with the faintest hint of whatever expensive cologne he wore—filled my nostrils, making my mouth water. I leaned in, my breath ghosting over the tip of Seth’s cock, watching as the man above me shuddered, his abs tightening. I licked my lips, then pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the crown, tasting the bitter salt of pre-cum.

Seth hissed, his fingers tightening in my hair.

“Tease,”he muttered, but there was no real complaint in his voice.

I grinned around the thick length, then took him in, inch by inch. My lips stretched wide, my jaw already aching, but I didn’t stop, didn’t pull back until Seth’s cock hit the back of my throat. I swallowed around the intrusion, my tongue pressing flat against the underside, and Seth groaned, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.

“Fuck,Troy,”Seth rasped, his voice tight.“You’ve got a mouth made for sin.”

I hummed in response, the vibration making Seth’s cock twitch. I pulled back slowly, my lips dragging along the sensitiveskin, then plunged down again, taking him deep. My free hand cupped Seth’s balls, rolling them gently, feeling the way they drew up tight against his body. Seth’s pre-cum coated my tongue, sweet and bitter all at once, and I moaned, the sound muffled but desperate.

Seth’s grip in my hair turned almost painful, my breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.

“Enough,”he growled suddenly, pulling me up. Our lips crashed together, messy and bruising, Seth’s tongue forcing its way into my mouth, tasting himself on my lips. I groaned into the kiss, my hands gripping Seth’s shoulders, nails digging in through the thin fabric of his opened shirt.

Seth didn’t give me time to catch my breath. He shoved me back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. Seth loomed over me, his body a solid, muscular wall of heat, his eyes dark with lust.

“I need tofeelyou,”he muttered, his hands already fumbling with my belt. The buckle clinked as it came undone, the sound loud in the quiet room.

I lifted my hips, helping Seth drag my jeans down my thighs, my cock springing free, already leaking with pre-cum. I kicked my shoes off, the denim pooling at my ankles before Seth tore it the rest of the way off, tossing it aside without a second thought. My breath hitched as Seth’s hands slid up my thighs.

Seth didn’t waste any time. He stripped off his own shirt, the fabric whispering as it hit the floor. His confidence spoke of a man who was used to being naked—used to beingwanted. His cock jutted out, fully hard now, flushed dark at the tip, a thin string of pre-cum connecting it to his abs. I reached out, my fingers tracing the defined lines of Seth’s muscles before wrapping around his cock again.

“Condom,”Seth bit out, his voice rough. He leaned over, snagging a couple out of his nightstand. I watched, cockthrobbing, as Seth tore one open with his teeth, rolling the latex down his length with practiced ease.

Then Seth was on me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his lips crashing down in another searing kiss. My thighs spread, my cock ached, pre-cum leaked in a slow, steady drip onto my stomach. Seth’s hands lifted my ankles over his strong shoulders, almost lifting me completely off the bed.