Seb’s Summer by K.C. Wells
Chapter Thirteen
“What did you say to Jess?” Seb asked as he opened the front door. “Apart from asking her to help you move about three cars so you could get yours out. We could’ve walked here, y’know.”
Marcus speared him with a look. “Spend time walking, or get here quicker—which option would you have gone for?”
Seb bit his lip as he switched on the light. “Good point.”
“And I told her to make sure Dad didn’t lock the side gate, so I can go around the house to the summerhouse where I’m sleeping. Oh, and not to wait up for me.” He had plans for Seb’s ass that could take all night to come to fruition.
Seb came to a dead stop. “Hey, wait a sec. You can’t be sleeping there if we’re fucking all night. Unless that was just a ruse to get me out of there.”
Marcus was too keyed up to waste breath talking. When Seb closed the door, Marcus spun him around and shoved him against it. Teeth, lips and tongues clashed as Seb responded to his kiss with a hunger that matched his own. It was brutal, almost primal, and promised so much.
“About fucking time,” Seb muttered, before grabbing Marcus’s head and opening for him, their tongues in play as Seb rocked against Marcus’s body.
Marcus broke the kiss. “Hey, at least I waited till you closed the door.”
“As if anyone would be looking.” Seb had one hand on his neck, stroking him, while the other rubbed over his chest, his fingers grazing Marcus’s nipples through the thin cotton.
Holy fuck. Marcus’s need reached white-hot, his arousal spiraling by the second.
“Fuck, it’s been three weeks,” Seb murmured between kisses.
Marcus nuzzled Seb’s neck, loving the shudders that coursed through him. “Does that count as a long break for you?” God, he smells good.
“Fuck yeah. Longest I ever go without is a week.”
Marcus claimed Seb’s mouth again with another ravenous kiss. “Try three months.” He reached behind Seb, slid his hands lower, and squeezed the tight ass he’d been fantasizing about. “This is mine tonight.”
Then he caught his breath as Seb insinuated his hand into the back of Marcus’s jeans and nudged a finger through his crack. “Does the same apply to me?”
Marcus couldn’t be that lucky. “Are you vers?” When Seb merely grinned, Marcus raised his eyes heavenward. “Hallefuckinlujah.” Then it was back to kissing, only now he slid his hands under Seb’s tee, encountering warm, smooth skin, and Seb got busy with the buttons on Marcus’s shirt. Seb leaned in to kiss his bared chest, and when he teased Marcus’s nipple with his tongue, it was one sensation too many.
“Okay, where’s the bedroom?”
“Don’t you want the guided tour?” Seb batted his lashes.
“Bed,” Marcus ground out. His dick was so hard, he could’ve cut glass with it.
Seb dragged him across the room to a door. He flung it open and Marcus propelled him toward the bed. When Seb’s legs backed up against it, Marcus stopped. “Okay. Serious stuff time.” His heart was hammering, and the thought of getting Seb naked consumed him, but this was important.
Seb looked him in the eye. “My last test was the day before I met you. All clear.”
“Mine was back in April, before I left New York. All clear too.”
“And I’m on PrEP. So are you,” Seb commented.
“How do you—”
“I saw it in your bathroom cabinet.” When Marcus arched his eyebrows, Seb mimicked him. “Oh, come on. You’ve never been in someone’s house and peeked in the cabinet? Or been in a guy’s bedroom and not been tempted to look in the nightstand drawer?”
Marcus stilled. “You should be careful. You might find something you don’t expect.”
“You know what you’re gonna find when you get these jeans off of me?” Seb’s eyes gleamed. “My hole, waiting for you to fill it.”
Marcus laughed. “Yeah, you don’t do subtle at all. So I’m topping?”
“After three months, I’d say your need is greatest. And being subtle isn’t gonna get my ass pounded.” His eyes met Marcus’s. “We’re good to go bare? Because I trust you.” Marcus nodded, and Seb’s face lit up. “Then fuck me.”
Marcus shoved him backward onto the bed, then covered him with his body, grinding his hard shaft against Seb’s equally solid dick as they kissed. It would have been funny, the pair of them rolling on the sheets as they tried to combine kissing and undressing, but neither of them was apparently in a laughing mood. The air was charged with a sexual electricity that made the hairs on Marcus’s arms stand on end. Their mingled staccato breaths only served to ramp up the intensity, and by the time they were both naked, Marcus’s need had never been greater.
Seb lurched toward the nightstand where a bottle of lube sat, grabbed it, dropped it onto the comforter, then straddled Marcus’s hips. Fuck, the heat of him… Marcus stroked Seb’s ass cheeks, and Seb bent over to kiss him. Marcus cupped his nape and deepened the kiss as Seb rocked back and forth, his hot bare dick sliding against Marcus’s.
“So you didn’t lie,” Marcus murmured, breaking their kiss.
“Hmm?” Seb’s hands were on his neck and shoulders, gentle as a whisper.
Marcus wrapped his hand around Seb’s dick and gave it a leisurely tug. “You are a big boy.” It was a long, cut cock, widest at the base, and nicely tapered at the head.
Seb laughed. “Yeah, but look what you have to play with.” He reached behind him to free Marcus’s dick, and slapped it against his hole. He rocked, letting it slide through his crease. “I don’t know whether to suck it, or have a sword fight.”
Marcus’s breathing hitched. “Suck it, baby.” It had been way too long since he’d felt a warm, wet mouth on his shaft.
Seb grinned. “Whatever you want.”
Whatever else Marcus had been about to say was lost when Seb tugged him to lie diagonally across the bed, his legs wide on either side of the corner, before shifting lower, his fingers holding Marcus’s cock steady. Seb locked gazes with him as he licked up Marcus’s length.
Marcus groaned and lowered his head to the bed. “Fuck. Oh yeah.” Seb’s slow, sensuous glides up and down his shaft sent shivers through him. It was no good. He had to see. He propped himself up on his elbow and placed his hand lightly on Seb’s head.
It seemed that was all the encouragement Seb required. He sped up his movements, pausing to suck on Marcus’s balls and drag a moan from his lips. Then it was back to sucking his dick again, only now he swallowed it to the root.
“Oh fuck.” Marcus kept his hand on Seb’s head and thrust up, pumping into Seb’s mouth, his hips bucking. Seb slowed, tugged on Marcus’s balls, and with each upward glide of his tongue on Marcus’s shaft, Seb looked into his eyes.
That was so hot, it was a wonder Marcus didn’t spontaneously combust.
Seb rested his arms on Marcus’s thighs and got into serious bobbing mode, the heat and wetness driving Marcus toward the edge. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”
Seb was off his cock long enough to grin. “It was my major in college.”
Marcus could believe that. “Give me that dick,” he croaked.
Seb was off the floor in a heartbeat, and they lay on their sides, each cradling the other’s ass as they sucked and licked. Seb tugged on Marcus’s balls as he took him deep, and Marcus groaned around Seb’s fat cock. He felt for the bottle of lube, slicked up a couple of fingers, and slid them into Seb’s tight pucker.
“Oh yeah, fuck me.”
“As you wish.” Marcus sucked on that gorgeous dick as he fingered Seb’s hot little hole, loving the way Seb’s body sucked him in. “I want to fuck you so bad.”
Seb writhed on his fingers, moaning around Marcus’s shaft. When Marcus added a third finger, Seb pulled free of his cock with a shiver. “Want you in me.”
Marcus couldn’t wait a second longer.
“Stand up.” Seb scrambled off the bed, and Marcus grabbed his thigh. “Foot on the corner,” he demanded as he slicked up his dick. When he had Seb where he wanted him, Marcus wrapped his arm around Seb’s chest, aimed his cock at that enticing hole, and plunged right in. Then with both arms enveloping Seb to anchor himself, he kissed Seb’s neck as he drove his dick home, slamming into Seb’s body.
“Yeah, fuck me, Daddy,” Seb moaned.
Marcus’s hips snapped forward as he settled into a rhythm, each thrust punctuated by the slap of flesh against flesh as he nuzzled into Seb’s neck. “You like being fucked by Daddy?” He wasn’t into Daddy/boy scenes, but some instinct told him Seb wasn’t either. Seb was into older guys, however, and if he got off on it, Marcus would play along.
The tightness around his shaft increased, and Marcus grinned. “Oh yeah, you do like it.” Then Seb did it again, and Marcus groaned. “Jesus, when you do that, I can’t think straight.”
“Then don’t think—fuck.”
Marcus finally saw the light. Here was a gorgeous man with an appetite for sex that matched his own. He wanted it hard, he wanted it rough—and Marcus was just the man to deliver.
He withdrew virtually all the way out, then slammed into Seb’s ass. “Like that?”
“Christ, yeah.”
Marcus tightened his grip on Seb’s body and rocked his hips back and forth, and with each forward motion the impact rippled through Seb’s ass cheeks. Then he slowed, and Seb cried out, “God, don’t stop.” He stretched back, slipped his arm around Marcus’s neck, wound his fingers through Marcus’s hair as if to keep him in place, then turned his face toward him.
It was a plea to be kissed, and one Marcus couldn’t ignore.
They kissed while Marcus pumped his hips, his body slamming against Seb’s ass, one hand on Seb’s throat, the other on his nape. “Is this how you like it?”
“Fuck yeah.”
He slowed, filling Seb’s hole with long, leisurely strokes of his dick, Seb’s moans increasing. Then it was back to pounding his ass. The mirror on the closet door afforded the perfect view of Seb’s rock-hard cock, bobbing stiffly with each thrust. A shudder ran through Seb and Marcus propelled him down to the mattress on his hands and knees. “I need to get deeper.”
Seb’s only response was a mumbled “Oh fuck,” as he tilted his ass higher.
Marcus straddled him, one knee on the bed, the other leg bent with his foot flat on the mattress, aimed his cock, and drove it all the way home.
Not deep enough.
He crouched over Seb, his arms braced, his weight on his hands, both feet planted firmly on the bed. Then he mounted him, plunging his cock into Seb’s loosened hole. Again and again he fucked into him with long, deep strokes, bowing his head now and then to meet Seb’s upturned face to exchange kiss after kiss.
“Don’t stop,” Seb pleaded. “Feels so good.”
Marcus took his mouth in a brutal kiss. “Time for you to do some of the work.” He withdrew his shaft and lay down. “Face the other way and ride it. I want to watch your ass swallow up my cock.”
Seb spun around and sat astride him, guiding Marcus’s dick to his hole. He sank all the way down onto it, then let his arms take his weight, his feet on the mattress as he bounced on Marcus’s cock. “Oh, that’s it, fuck yourself on it,” Marcus moaned. Sweat coated his chest already, and there was a fine sheen of perspiration on Seb’s back. The muscles in Seb’s arms flexed as he rode Marcus’s dick faster and faster, a soft cry punching the air each time he impaled himself on it. The slick sound of his cock sliding in and out only added to the heat.
It was mesmerizing, watching his glistening shaft slide into Seb’s hole, but it wasn’t perfect. Then Marcus realized what was lacking.
He eased his dick out of Seb. “On your back, baby, and grab your knees.”
Seb dropped onto the bed and drew his knees up to his chest. Marcus knelt at his ass and speared his cock into that welcoming hole. Then he leaned over to kiss Seb, his hips pumping. Seb looped his arms around Marcus’s neck and drew him close, both feeding each other gasps and grunts as Marcus fucked him, not holding back.
Seb placed his feet on Marcus’s chest, his eyes widening when Marcus sucked on his toes. “Fuck, that feels amazing.” Marcus picked up the pace, his body smacking into Seb’s ass with each thrust. Then he dropped to the bed beside Seb, lifted his leg high into the air, and drove into him once more. He slid one arm under Seb’s neck, holding Seb’s leg captive against his chest with the other as he alternated between quick, short thrusts and long, slow glides into him while they kissed.
“Fuck,” Seb gasped. Marcus’s dick slid out of him. “Put it back.” Marcus filled him to the hilt, and Seb cried out, “Yeah, fuck me.”
“Like that?” Marcus plunged his cock deep.
“Yes!”
He withdrew almost all the way out, then thrust back in, hard. “Like that?”
“Yes!” Seb reached for his own dick and tugged.
Marcus slowed, cradling Seb in his arms, changing the pace from frenetic to sensual. Their kisses were unhurried and exploratory, as if they were only now discovering each other. Seb seemed in no hurry to reach the finish line, and that was fine by Marcus. He rocked gently in and out of Seb’s body, stroking and caressing him.
Seb gazed into his eyes. “We went from Fingerville to Poundtown, but I’m really enjoying this diversion.”
Marcus leaned in and kissed him. “I think we’ve just come to the end of the detour. Ready for more?”
Seb’s eyes sparkled. “How do you want me?”
“Ride me again? Only, face me this time.” Marcus cupped his cheek. “I like seeing your face while I fuck you.”
Seb shifted to straddle him, and Marcus guided his cock back to where it belonged. Seb sank all the way down, then leaned back on his arms, his legs bent, and began to ride. He rocked his hips, his dick slapping stiffly against his belly.
“Something else I like doing while I fuck you,” Marcus announced.
“What’s that?”
“Kissing you. Come here.”
Seb knelt astride him and leaned over to kiss him, and when their lips met, Marcus thrust up into Seb’s warmth, his hands on Seb’s ass. “This my hole?”
“Yours,” Seb confirmed, his breathing becoming shallow as their bodies slapped together.
“You make me so fucking hard,” Marcus said with a groan.
Seb cradled his head and they kissed, a deep, lingering kiss that sent heat flooding through him. Marcus jackhammered Seb’s hole, his tongue exploring Seb’s mouth while he lifted him up and down, his hands on Seb’s ass, helping him bounce on Marcus’s shaft before going so fucking deep inside him.
Seb stared into his eyes as they fucked, and Marcus couldn’t look away. “You feel so good,” he whispered. “You are so fucking sexy when you moan.” He claimed another kiss, his dick driving into Seb faster and faster, both of them moaning.
“Getting close,” Seb cried out.
Marcus freed his shaft and gently nudged Seb onto his back once more. “Me too.” He grabbed Seb’s feet and drew them up to his chest. “I liked it when you did this.” He applied a bit more lube, gripped Seb’s knees to anchor himself, then slid into Seb’s body as though he fucking belonged there. He paused to lean down and kiss Seb, then it was back to sheathing his cock in Seb’s warm channel. Seb’s hand was a blur on his shaft, and Marcus quickened the pace, spearing into him with short, quick thrusts, his hips rolling as he drove them both closer to their goal.
“Gonna come,” he moaned.
Seb reached for him, his long legs capturing Marcus, his arms locked around Marcus’s neck. “Come in me, come in me,” he whispered, his eyes wide, his chest and face flushed.
Marcus buried his dick in Seb’s ass and shot hard. Seb kissed him and held him as Marcus pulsed into him, shaking with each jolt of pleasure. When he was done, Seb curled his fingers around his own dick and tugged, once, twice, three times, before spurting warmth onto his belly. Marcus slid his hands over Seb’s chest in a gentle motion, and when Seb was done, he carefully eased his spent shaft from Seb’s body and lay on his back beside him, sighing.
Seb rolled onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow. “Have I worn you out already?”
Marcus laughed. “I’ve got how many years on you? Eighteen? Allow me more than thirty seconds of recuperation, if you please.”
“I think I need to warn you.” Seb ran a finger through Marcus’s damp chest hair. “You might run out of cum before I run out of energy.”
“Then maybe I need to warn you.” Marcus cupped Seb’s bearded chin. “You won’t be getting much sleep tonight. I’ve got three months of catching up to do.”
Seb’s eyes sparkled. “Bring it on.” Then he let out a contented sigh. “This has to be the best Fourth ever. Two lots of fireworks…”
“Two?”
He grinned. “Yeah. The ones your nephews set off—and the ones you set off when you plowed my ass. Not to mention the stars I saw when I came.” Seb teased Marcus’s nipple with his thumb and forefinger. “Think you can do it again?”
The way Marcus’s dick was already jerking, he thought that highly likely.
