Page 12 of Married to Murder
He looked almost confused, but he nodded again.
I smiled and moved over his body, holding myself above him. My cock was so hard, I knew I’d have no trouble entering him fully, even hands-free. The pressure of his tight ass on my cockhead was delicious, and I reached down and pressed the head of my dick to his hole. I flexed my hips slowly and sank in, and he cried out as his fingers dug into my hips.
“Oh, shit,” he wheezed, his body shaking as I pushed in deeper.
“So fucking tight.” I pulled out and pushed back in, and we both groaned when I slid in deep.
He pulled my head down for a long, searching kiss, and I started slowly pumping into his tight heat. I braced one knee against the bed so I could push a little closer, get a little deeper. Quiet, raw groans spilled from Seth’s lips, as if he had no control over them. Some guys I’d been with had been very vocal, like they were filming a porno; their reactions felt forced or almost scripted. But there was nothing fake about Seth. He was so open and real, it made my heart ache that I got to see him this vulnerable.
I’d been in a weird place lately. My sex life had become about merely getting off, rather than connecting emotionally. But it wasn’t like that with Seth. This felt intense and personal, and I guess sex was always personal to a degree, but it was amazing how easy it was to shut off your emotions and just fuck sometimes. But I couldn’t do that with Seth. His need was intoxicating, and his trust—the trust he gave me just by allowing me inside him— gave me a lump in my throat. It made me want to be a better lover. It made me want to take care of him and make sure all his needs were met even before mine.
His eyes glittered with lusty need. “Oh, God, Tanner.” His lips parted, and I could see his orgasm building in his pupils. It was beautiful to watch the ecstasy spreading over his handsome face. I loved knowing I was a part of that.
I flexed my hips, barely keeping my own climax at bay. I was in the grip of my need as the slick glide in and out of his body tangled around me. A buzzing sensation began at the base of my cock, slowly rippling up the length of my dick buried deep inside him. I felt so close to him, so connected. My gaze held his, and neither of us flinched or looked away. It was as if we were staring into each other’s souls. I’d never experienced those sensations with another man. I almost felt like crying because this moment had touched something deep inside me I didn’t even know existed. I’d had no idea I could feel this vulnerable myself.
“Seth,” I whispered, kissing him gently. The soft press of his lips made my heart ache, and I wanted to give him whatever he wanted. I slowed my movements, and he hitched a breath, hissing his approval.
“So good,” he moaned, meeting my thrusts. “Too fucking good.”
“Come for me,” I moaned, speeding up my thrusts. “I want to watch you come.”
He groaned and turned his head. “Oh, fuck.” He arched his back and started jerking himself. His hand moved fast, and he captured my gaze again. “Shit. I’m gonna come.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Come.” I was too turned on now, and holding back was no longer an option. I began to pump into him desperately, watching the twitch of his cheek and need in his eyes. His ass felt like a vise on my cock, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I came.
“Oh, God.” He threw his head back, the muscles of his neck bulging as he stiffened and came. He continued to stroke himself as a stream of cum poured over his swiftly moving fingers. His body jerked and shuddered from his orgasm, and he let out a long, throaty growl.
I couldn’t hold back, and I came too, exploding inside him as my eyes slammed shut, my muscles convulsing from the power of my climax. My cock jerked deep inside him and filled the condom. I shivered and continued to thrust through my orgasm, still chasing that delicious quivering bliss.
He moaned and shivered against me, his warm breath against my throat. His blunt nails dragged across my back, and then slowly his muscles began to loosen and relax. A few hard pushes into him, and my urgent need was satiated. We held each other as the warm glow ebbed and faded, leaving us weak and spent.
After a few minutes, he laughed self-consciously and started to slide out from under me, but I gripped his arms and held him where he was. “Don’t move. It feels too good inside you.” I kissed the area where his neck met his shoulder, inhaling the sweet scent of his skin.
He relaxed his muscles with a long sigh. “Jesus, I needed that.”
“Me too.” He trailed his fingers down my spine, and I laughed. “That tickles.”
“Ahhh, so now I know one of your weaknesses.”
“There are a lot more where that came from.” I sighed and pulled out of him carefully, collapsing beside him on the bed. My muscles were warm and weak from exertion, but when he grabbed tissues and started to clean off, I made myself move, tugging off the condom and tossing it into a little bin near the bed. Usually I’d have gotten up to dress and leave, but that felt wrong with Seth. I didn’t want to do anything that would cheapen the moment or make him feel used.
I lay down again, and when he joined me, I tugged him against me. He curled against my side, and I sighed contentedly. “I was having a pretty shitty day until I stumbled into your store,” I murmured.
“You did seem a little tense.” He smoothed his palm over my chest.
I frowned. “Like I said earlier, being the head of Trenton’s Treats isn’t always fun.”
“I’m sure there’s a lot of stress involved.” His tone was empathetic.
I grunted. “I sound whiny. Sorry. I have a lot to be thankful for.”
“No, you don’t sound whiny. It doesn’t matter how rich or poor you are, there are always problems.” He tilted his head to meet my gaze. “Your problems are different from mine, but they’re still problems.”
I smiled, feeling happy he understood. “What kind of problems do you have?”
He laughed. “Well, as I’ve shared with you several times, most of my issues are money related. I’d like to put some money back into the business, but there never seems to be any extra.”
“My grandma would understand that problem. She’s the founder of Trenton’s Treats. She started the company in her kitchen when she was about your age.”
