Page 29 of Too Good to Be True

Rowan

I take the pillow off his face. Seth’s eyes are closed. His arms are now abandoned beside his body. I lean over him, my thumb parting his lips before I slide my tongue into his warm mouth.

“Mmm…” He makes a small sound. “Mmm…” He smiles against my mouth. “Please leave me here forever.”

I laugh, then push his hair away from his face. Seth opens his eyes slowly.

“I knew you had hidden talents to discover.”

I laugh again.

“Where did you come from?”

“I was always where you found me.”

“And how come I haven’t met you before?” Seth lifts a hand, fingers lost in my hair. “Are you a demigod or something?”

“Stop it.”

“You may not realise it. You have completely destroyed me. And only with your mouth.”

“Are you exaggerating as usual?”

“Of course not.” He stands slowly, his hands on the mattress. “Your mouth… my God. I don’t know if there’s another such marvel in the world,” he brushes his fingers over the mouth in question and I kiss it. “I’m exhausted, but…” He bites his lip. “Not exhausted enough to go to bed.”

“I thought you wanted to take it easy, not mess it up.”

It felt like I had already messed everything up when I arrived at the club tonight. I just wanted to carry him away on my shoulder, and now I’m talking about taking it easy?

“That was before you showed me what you could do with that damn mouth.” Seth moves closer, his lips biting mine seductively.

“My mouth is at your disposal.”

“Don’t say that, you might regret it.”

“I meant what I said. If you want us to stop, that’s fine with me.”

“I don’t want to stop.”

“Then what do you want to do?”

“Whatever you feel like.”

I don’t even have to think about it. “I want to fuck you.”

My words make him jump.

“Too direct?”

“No. Direct is fine.”

“That doesn’t mean you…”

“I want it too.”

“Yeah?”

He nods firmly, his lips parting as he leans closer to mine, just an instant before I make them mine again.

I push him down onto the mattress, using the weight of my body to pin him, then lie on top of him.

My fingers weave through his hair as my lips trace the shape of his mouth, feeling his breath linger in the darkness.

“You have to close my mouth,” he warns me between breaths.

“We’ll take it easy,” I reassure him.

“I can be quite loud.”

I laugh softly at his lips. “I’ll close your mouth with mine, I promise.”

I kiss him again. Our tongues exploring each other, the heat wrapping us, his hands on my back, my cock rubbing against his ass.

“Are you sure?” I ask, looking at him.

There is no turning back from here.

“Absolutely sure. And you?”

“I could die if I’m not inside you right now.”

“And I’m exaggerating?”

I laugh. “You have no idea how much I want you, do you?”

“Why don’t you show me?”

I sit on top of him, my knees on the mattress, my hands lifting his above his head; I lean over his mouth, Seth tries to come to me, but I pull back just enough so he can only feel the warmth of my breath.

“You’re playing dirty.”

I lift the corner of my mouth.

“And you like it.”

“To death.”

I close the distance between us, my teeth on his lower lip, his slight moan tickling my face; I move over him, my erection playing against his ass.

“Rowan… Oh God, Ro…” I press against his buttocks, the feel of my cock pressing against him taking his breath away along with his words.

“God, I want to fuck you…” I bite his lips, then hold them between my teeth for a few moments. “I need something.”

“Please, hurry.”

I laugh and pull myself up. I bend over my duffle bag lying on the floor and pull out what I need. Then I turn to Seth, who is resting his elbows on the mattress and looking at me with anticipation.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?”

“What do you say…”

I come closer, the bottle in my hands. “I can’t stop looking at you.”

He smiles, now embarrassed.

“And I want to keep doing it as I lose myself in you.”

Seth takes a deep breath.

“And I want you to watch me fuck you.”

“I said that mouth of yours is a marvel. In every way. You’re making me hard just with your words.”

Under his eager eyes I open the condom pack and put it on.

I wet my erection with lube, then drop a generous amount on him.

My hands on his ass, his eyes never leaving mine, then my fingers play and tease, his breathing deepening.

I massage his buttocks, pressing against his opening; Seth moves with my fingers, eager to move forward, to feel me inside him.

I penetrate him slowly, Seth barely holding back his moans.

His ass presses against my fingers, my hand moving along my erection, our breaths intertwined, lost in each other.

I pick up the pace, Seth clinging to the sheets in a vain attempt to hold on to something as I penetrate him with my fingers, anxious to hear him beg.

“Rowan… Fuck… Yes… God…” He gasps for breath, his eyes half closed. “God, Rowan… Fuck me… Fuck me… Fuck me…”

I drop more lube on his ass, then move my cock closer to his opening. Seth clings to my arms as I thrust into him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” He says between his teeth.

“Do you want me to go slower?”

“Don’t joke, please.”

“You want me to…” I thrust into him a little more.

“You’re torturing me. I want to feel you.”

“Yeah?”

“God, yes!”

I use my arms to hold myself up so I can see his expression when I’m completely inside him.

“Rowan…”

“Yes, here I am,” I slide all the way into him. “Can you feel me now?”

“Oh God, yes.”

“Yes…” I move into him. “This feels so good…” I lean down, his mouth is mine before he can breathe again. I plunge into his body again and again, swallowing his moans and surrendering my breath to him; his body adapting to me in moments, mine becoming dependent on his in less than a second.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper into his face. “Fuck, Seth! You are… God…” I pause for a second to regain control. “I’m so excited, I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint your expectations.”

“I assure you, you are already far beyond any expectations I have ever had.”

I stand up completely and slide away from him.

“Come to me.” I sit down, inviting him to rise. “Sit on me. Will you?”

Seth reaches over and sits down on my lap. His hands in my hair, my cock pressing against his ass. And then again his warmth surrounds me, the feeling of fullness I read in his languid eyes. The excitement growing fast and unstoppable again.

“God, yes… Like this… Take me like this.” My hands open on his ass, my cock plunging into him. “Fuck, Seth…” I hold him tight. Suddenly, I want him closer, as if the smell of him on me makes it real enough to actually believe. “You’re… you’re the marvel.”

“What do you say…”

I kiss him to take away some of his uncertainty. A slow, passionate, heartfelt, searching kiss; a kiss that rips him away from every thought or moment before us.

“Move on me, yeah,” I urge him. Seth forces his shoulders over mine to give himself the push, his ass moving on my cock, his skin burning against mine.

“Take all of me. God, yeah…” Hands on his back, skin sliding under my fingertips; breaths turning to moans, heat enveloping my body, that boiling shiver that precedes madness.

“I don’t resist. I can’t resist you…” I pant into his mouth.

Seth continues to move on top of me, my cock slipping into him relentlessly, his hands gripping my hair tightly, mine pinned firmly to his back. A few more moments, a few more thrusts, passion turns to need, desire melts into fulfilment as my moans are drowned out by his.

A few seconds of darkness and then light, before we collapse exhausted on the bed, still entwined; our eyes locked, fingers in each other’s hair, and the feeling that we have never been happier in our lives.

SETH COMES BACK to bed. He has put on his trousers, but he is still shirtless. I have to use all my self-control not to pull him under me again.

“They’re asleep,” he tells me as he slips between the sheets. “I was afraid we’d gone too far.”

I open my arms to him and Seth bites his lip before curling up against my body.

I stroke his hair, then plant a kiss on his forehead.

Spontaneous gestures, gestures that were not part of me before tonight, but with this man everything comes so naturally that I can hardly believe I was someone else before him.

“You’re covered in glitter,” he laughs, stroking my chest gently.

“They don’t bother me.”

“Oh no?”

“Not at all.”

Seth lifts his head and looks at me. “I didn’t take you for the glitter type.”

“And what did you think I was?”

He sits down again and remains silent for a while. “I thought guys like me could never get your attention. Actually, I still do. I’m afraid it could all disappear before my eyes at any moment.”

This time I stand up, forcing him to do the same. I take his face in my hands and kiss him gently on the mouth. “I’m here, Seth. And I’m real.”

He smiles against my lips.

“You’re too good to be true.”

“I’m not as perfect as you think.”

“I can hardly believe it.”

I hug him again. Seth continues to stroke my skin.

Slow movements, barely noticeable, almost as if I don’t feel his touch, but my skin feels it, even before he places his fingertips on me.

It feels the electricity they give off, the vibrations, and the feeling of total security that I had forgotten I had ever felt before in my life.

“Seth?”

“Mmm?”

“I’m sorry if I sounded like such an arsehole before.”

He laughs. “I never thought you were.”

“Oh no?”

“I just thought there was something broken in you. And that I’d like to try and fix it.”

“Why would you want to do that?”

“Because I feel that if you have come into my life, it is for a reason, a reason that goes beyond the case.”

I smile through his hair. Seth makes everything seem so easy, even talking, which is new to me.

“You’re right,” I say, surprised at the spontaneity with which the words come out. “Something is broken in me.”

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. You don’t owe me anything.”

“It’s just hard for me.”