When he fitted our mouths together again, I got lost in his lips and tongue and noises. When he ground his hips against me, I met him thrust for thrust until the only sound in the room was our combination of panting and groans.
“Jesus, I’m gonna come,” Seth breathed out.
“I’m close too,” I said as my fingers gripped his ass—holy fuck, that was a wonder all its own—and drove upward.
The room whited out as I felt Seth stiffen and shudder, but I was lost in my own pleasure, and I swore to Christ, I hadn’t come that hard in forever. Just from having a guy grinding his dick while lying on top of me.
But not just any guy. This guy. Seth, who was sweet and shy and funny, and I was apparently wildly attracted to him. Go figure.
“Are you all right?” he asked as he buried his face in my neck.
“I’m fantastic,” I panted, trying to get my breathing under control.
“Was I okay?” he asked in an uncertain voice, and my heart knocked against my chest.
And though I felt sticky and sweaty, my limbs heavy as lead, I tightened my arms around him and found his ear. “You were perfect.”
He nuzzled into my neck, and that was how we remained until I drifted off to sleep.
19
Seth
I had come with someone other than myself. With a guy. With a guy I really, really wanted, and felt safe and comfortable with, and whom I wanted to try all the things I’d always wanted to try with, but I didn’t want to rush things and ruin it. Didn’t want to get in over my head and realize Colton had been right and I was a tease or broken.
Jake was asleep beneath me, his arms tight around me. I wanted to lie there and sleep with him, but my mind was buzzing. I had to bite back the giggle that rose deep in my chest, because even though I was comey and in jeans, which wasn’t comfortable, the best thing in the world had just happened to me.
I was ridiculous.
I nuzzled into his chest, took in his scent, felt his heart beat against my cheek, and smiled. Jake would probably run if he could hear my thoughts, but then, that didn’t fit Jake. Even if he didn’t feel the same or want to keep going, I knew he was the type of man who would talk to me about it and be kind about it. Those were the reasons I felt safe enough to be there with him in the first place.
So I lay there and soaked it all in, savored the feel of his arms around me and licked my lips to chase his taste and wondered a million different things. Were we dating? Going to keep doing this? Was I just someone for Jake to explore his bisexuality with? Did he like holding me as much as I liked holding him?
An hour or so later, he stirred beneath me. I looked at him, and he smiled. I couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss him again. It felt so good to be able to do that.
His voice was hoarse from sleep when he said, “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“It’s okay.” It was late, and I knew he had to work in the morning. “I can go.”
“You don’t have to. It’s after midnight. Why don’t you stay?”
My grin grew impossibly big. “Yeah?”
“God, you’re adorable.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “Yes, stay, but this couch isn’t the most comfortable. You can sleep in the spare room again, or if you want, come to bed with me. Your choice. It’s always your choice.” I opened my mouth to reply, but Jake cut me off. “And before you ask, I wouldn’t invite you if I didn’t want you there, okay? I always say what I mean. We’re just going to be sleeping tonight.”
I took in a breath, gained my courage, and stood. I held my hand out for Jake, and he took it, letting me help him up. I led him upstairs, then past the spare room and to his door.
“I like this choice,” he said.
“Me too.”
Jake opened the door, and we went inside. “I need to change. I’m a mess. I can give you something to wear too.”
I nodded because dude, wearing Jake’s clothes sounded hot, even if they would be huge on me. Plus, I was a sticky mess.
He plucked a T-shirt from his drawer before searching and pulling out some