Page 17 of Scrap Metal & Love Reforged

“Ready?”Seth murmured, his cock nudging against my entrance.

I nodded. The stretch burned, but it was a good burn, it made my toes curl. My hands clasped around Seth’s muscular arms, now positioned on either side of shoulders. Then he leaned closer, his forehead pressing against mine, his breath hot and uneven.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Seth groaned, his hips rolling experimentally. “So fucking good.”

I moaned, my head tipping back as Seth began to move, his thrusts shallow at first, then deeper, harder. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard knocking rhythmically against the wall. My cock leaked onto my stomach, my balls drawing up tight, the pleasure coiling low in my gut, tighter and tighter with each snap of Seth’s hips.

“Harder,” I gasped, my voice sounding desperate.“Fuck, harder—”

Seth obeyed, his hands gripping my hips, lifting me to meet each thrust. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, mixed with our ragged breaths, the creak of the bed. My vision blurred at the edges, my orgasm building, building—

“Cum with me,”Seth growled, his lips brushing my ear.“Let go, Baby.Now.”

That was all it took.

My back arched off the bed as I came, my cock pulsing, ropes of cum shooting onto my chest, my stomach, some of it evenhitting my chin. Seth followed with a guttural groan, his body stiffening as he buried himself deep, his cock twitching as he filled the condom.

He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot against my neck. I wrapped my arms around him, his heart pounding, the scent of sweat and sex thick in the air. His skin was slick with cum, his body still humming with the aftershocks of his orgasm.

“That was—”I started, but Seth cut me off with a kiss, soft and tender this time, his lips lingering.

“Not bad for being out of practice,”Seth murmured, pulling back just enough to smirk.

I laughed, breathless, my fingers threading through Seth’s damp hair.“Give me time,”I challenged, my voice rough.“I’ll show youout of practice.”

Seth’s eyes sparkled with promise as he rolled off of me and pulling me into his arms. I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, the way his breath slowly evened out.

This wasn’t just a hookup.

This was the beginning of something far more.

Chapter Seven

Troy

The smell of coffee, warm and aromatic, wafted through the air. I looked over Seth’s countertop, probably made of expensive, rare marble or whatever rich people use. Seth glanced at me over his shoulder and smiled. “Did you want a cup?”

Was I imagining that all his smiles seemed slyer and more mischievous now? I shifted uncomfortably on his sofa. “No, I think I’m fine. Thank you.”

Seth nodded and cheerfully poured what looked like an entire bottle of creamer in his coffee. I grimaced. How did he manage to eat that overly sweet, artificial crap? I could feel my teeth rotting just watching him. Seth sat on the opposite end of the sofa; his hands curled around his cup of coffee. He looked unfairly attractive sitting there, wearing a too-tight, black shirt and gray, fleece pants. His hair was wild in the mornings and vaguely resembled a bird’s nest.

“So, what are the plans for today?” Seth asked.

Why was he so damned cheerful in the morning? That damn attitude made it really hard to look at him with indifference. He was too charming. Evidently. God, I’d practically thrown myself in bed with him, and it had takensucha ridiculously small amount of effort on his part, too. I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.

“I shouldn’t have slept with him,”I thought.

I’d really screwed that up. Seth knew where I worked. He could tell anyone about this if he wanted to. And how could I ask himnotto tell anyone? That sounded even worse. “Hey, Seth. The sex was great. Now don’t tell anyone we did that, okay?”

That sounded like I was embarrassed of him or something. I wasn’t. But I didn’t want to be out yet. Surely, he’d understand that, right?

“Is something wrong, Troy?” Seth asked.

He leaned forward and let his forearms rest on his knees.

“It’s not you. It’s me.”

There was a beat of silence. “You're not breaking up with me—we weren't even together,” Seth said.