Pretty Sweet - Christina Lee Page 0,63

warm and soft, had become my new favorite thing. Seth’s head was relaxed against my shoulder, and my fingers were running through his hair. We were both quiet, contemplative. We’d had our first official date tonight, where I’d admitted out loud to his friends that we were together and then I kissed him—a man—in public. Holy fucking Christ. But seeing the way his eyes had softened was worth putting myself out there. It was time, and I had Seth to thank for that.

And speaking of his friends… “So, what’s up with Skylar?” Skylar was the cute guy with dark hair and booty shorts I’d first spotted when I’d walked into the Playground a few weeks ago. He was a good dancer, and I could imagine Jesse up there with him, hamming it up when he wasn’t working in the Underground.

“Skylar’s fun, a bit wild,” Seth replied, glancing up at me through thick eyelashes. “He’s Jesse’s bestie at the Playground, so we’ve become acquaintances too.”

“He does seem like a fun guy. Jesse too.”

His expression turned serious. “The thing about Jesse and Skyler is that they’re very sex positive, and I…I want to get there someday.”

I tightened my arms around him. “You will.”

“Yeah, I know,” he said with a sigh. “Skyler’s hot, though, right?”

“Sure, but definitely not as hot as you,” I admitted, and I heard a little gasp in the back of his throat, a sound I wouldn’t soon get used to. I liked surprising him and making him happy. He was easy to please, which only made me want to do more for him.

Suddenly he rose above me, tangled his hands in my hair, and kissed me breathless. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gliding down the knobs of his spine. My dick swelled hard as a fence post, and the tip of his wet cock was poking at my thigh, telling me he was in the same state.

Seth bent lower and dug his nose in the hair on my chest, which he seemed to like doing, and I certainly wasn’t complaining. I enjoyed how his hands and mouth felt on me any day of the week.

His tongue licked at each of my nipples, and that was a new sensation, so I couldn’t help groaning and burrowed my fingers in his hair to get my bearings.

“You like that?” he asked in a hopeful tone.

“God, yeah. I’d like any way you choose to touch me.”

He hummed quietly, liking that answer, as his tongue circled a hardened nipple and my groan deepened.

And as he continued downward, licking around my belly button, then each of my hip bones, I trembled, imagining how close his mouth might come to my cock. We were traipsing into new territory here, and the idea of it almost made me shoot all over myself.

“I love how you smell,” he murmured, nuzzling the patch of hair at my groin. I imagined it feeling wiry against his nose and cheeks, and the intimacy of the act made me shudder.

“Seth,” I gasped as his chin bumped my shaft. “What are you—”

“I wanna put my mouth on you, please.” Lips only inches away, Seth was staring at my cock, which was standing full and thick against my abdomen.

Fucking hell. I wanted his mouth on me so badly, but I didn’t want him to feel conflicted or obligated, not after all the bullshit from his only other experience. God, if I ever got my hands on that guy.

“Only if you’re sure,” I said in a hesitant voice.

“I’m sure. This is different from before. I want it, want you. Want to take this back.” I trembled when I felt his warm breath wash over the head of my cock. “I don’t want to mess it up.”

“You could never mess anything up.” I stroked my thumb over his jaw, then his cheek, attempting to reassure him, and when he angled into my touch, the needy desperation in his eyes matched my own.

All thoughts flitted from my brain when his fingertips encircled the base of my shaft, and his gaze zeroed in on my dick again. “You’re gorgeous.”

My stomach felt like it had been pitched off the side of a cliff. “Damn, the things you say.”

Seth’s eyes filled with something that looked like sheer willpower. “I like that I feel safe with you. That I can touch you without feeling self-conscious about it, or that you’ll push me to do something I don’t want.”

“Never,” I murmured in a hoarse voice, and then about died as