Free Better Than Safe by Lane Hayes

“Not too fast. Relax.”
    I watched him kneel between my thighs, his hair in his eyes and his head bent in concentration. His fingers trembled slightly. He cursed when he couldn’t open the condom package on the second try. I huffed in amusement and held out my hand for him to let me do it. He scowled and bit at the corner instead. I laughed at his silly, triumphant grin but sobered when he made a production of slowly rolling the latex on and lubing up. He was perfection. I had an odd passing thought I should ask him if he ever modeled men’s underwear. But speech wasn’t really an option. Seth scooted closer, nudging my inner thigh with his knees. He poured a generous amount of lube into his hand, letting some of it drip onto my balls. I could tell it was intentional so I waited to see what he’d do next. He fondled my sac before dipping his fingers lower to spread the cool lube deep inside me. I panted as I pulled my knees into my chest, fully exposing myself.
    “God, that is so—”
    “Seth?”
    “Hmm?”
    “Stop torturing me already and put your—oh fuck!” I gasped.
    He didn’t get far but damn, it felt amazing. We stared at each other, breathing heavily. “You’re so tight. You okay?”
    I nodded but set my hand on his stomach, silently asking him to wait. Sweat formed on his upper lip and his nostrils flared slightly. I was fascinated by his evident stoic hold on his control. He reminded me of a Viking warrior or—
    “Now who’s torturing who?” he hissed through clenched teeth.
    “I’m—go. I’m ready.”
    Seth growled as he pushed forward. I half expected him to bury himself inside me in one demanding stroke, but he didn’t. He went slow, stopping to let me acclimate to his girth until he was balls deep. Pain and discomfort soon gave way to a rush of pleasure and a promise of more… if he’d only start moving. I reached up and tweaked his nipples, rolling the sensitive flesh gently, then pinching him. Hard.
    “Ow!”
    I smiled and did it again, hoping he’d get the message. The mischievous grin he gave me spoke volumes. I braced myself for a sudden assault, but he had something else in mind. He pulled almost all the way out and languidly pushed his way back inside. I figured he was testing my readiness, but soon realized the languid pace was another form of torture. A sure way to make me beg for what we both wanted. On his next forward motion, I anchored him close to me, trapping him between my thighs while I raked my fingers down his broad back to clutch his taut ass.
    “Tell me what you want.”
    “You know what I want. Don’t make me beg.” I flung my arms around his neck and pulled him on top of me. “Just fuck me.” I licked his jaw, nibbled at his chin and lips, then added, “Hard.”
    He blinked as he swiped at the moisture on his brow, giving me one last meaningful look before bucking his hips into me roughly.
    “Like this?”
    I cried out in surprise and he stilled.
    “Don’t stop. Just fuck—”
    He growled, wrapping me in a strong embrace before finally losing himself in the moment. He moved like thunder, with an untamed abandon that left me utterly breathless. I clung to him tightly, arching my hips to meet him thrust for thrust. I slid my hand between our sweat-slicked bodies to grab my cock. The friction was good, but I needed more. Seth slowed his rhythm and knelt back. He smacked my hand and shook his head.
    “Let me do it.”
    I held eye contact for a moment and gave him a lopsided grin, but didn’t release my grip on my thick member. I wasn’t sure I meant to challenge him, but his fiery gaze told me he liked it. Seth returned my smile with a deceptively sweet incline of his head and smacked my hand again, sending a shock wave through my body. I groaned loudly as the pleasure built to the familiar point of no return. I settled my feet on top of his thighs and rode his rock hard shaft while he jerked me off. When he massaged the sensitive area around my hole