He shook his head. “Fuck, Baker. Are you still high? I thought the doctor said all that shit was out of your system.” He turned around, like he was leaving and said, “Let me grab my phone. I’ll call the hospital and see what they say.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Seth!” I yelled. “I’m not high on roofies. They make you sleepy or unconscious.” I reached down and stroke my cock, which was harder than it’d ever been, and said, “Do I look unconscious to you?”
His head dropped for a few seconds. When he looked back up, he whispered, “What are you doing, Baker?”
“I’m tired of waiting for you to take it.” I stood up and walked toward him. “It looks like you’re going to make me beg you to fuck me.” My feet didn’t stop until we were mere inches apart. “Please fuck me, Seth.” I stuck out my bottom lip to add to my pout.
Seth growled.
My cock twitched. Yeah, I guess I liked that alpha part of him. I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to take the lead—it wasn’t my thing. I needed him to take me.
“Curiosity killed the cat, you know,” he murmured.
“Hmmm.” My hands started unbuckling his belt. “Your lack of curiosity is killing my cock.” With his belt unbuckled, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and said, “Arms up, big boy.”
The look on his face made me think I held a knife to his balls. I’d never seen Seth unsure of himself. He wanted me…but didn’t want to.
Just when I was about to give up, he said, “Get on your knees, and suck my cock.”
I tilted my head to the side and looked at him for a couple of seconds and then dropped to my knees. I hadn’t taken Cocksucking 101 yet, but I’d do the best I could. I knew what felt good, so I had that going for me. How hard could it be?
There wasn’t even the slightest tremble to my hands when I reached forward, unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. Commando. Nice. Knowing Seth, I wasn’t surprised. Closing my eyes, I breathed in his scent. It made me dizzy…a lot like the roofie had, but so much fucking better.
“Holy, shit,” he growled. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
I pulled his semi-hard cock out of his pants and answered, “Fuck, yeah, I’m serious.” Looking up at him, I added, “I need you to get serious, Seth. If you don’t want me, say so now. Otherwise, we’re taking this all the way.”
At least, that’s what I thought I said. My mind was too fascinated with the way he felt in my hand to be able to complete complicated thoughts or sentences. His length grew and hardened as I held him, and it made me feel fucking powerful. Going on instinct, I fisted the base of his cock and put the head in my mouth, like a lollipop. I’d barely gotten a taste before I felt him grab a fistful of my hair and yank my head back.
“Hell, no, Baker. If I’m going to finally have you, it’s going to last all night long. But if you’re doing that, it won’t last three minutes. Get on the bed.”
Yes! I was much better at following orders.
As I climbed onto the bed, I heard him removing his clothes…at record speed. The thought that I had him that aroused turned me on even more. My hand automatically went to my cock but dropped my favorite toy when he yelled at me.
“Nu uh,” he said after barking at me for touching myself. “You only get to touch that when I say you can.” He reached into the nightstand and pulled out the lube and packet of condoms. “And I didn’t say you could.”
I grinned. “Then hurry the fuck up and do something to distract me. When this bad boy wants some attention, he wants some attention!”
He climbed onto the bed. His hand palmed my cheek and he whispered, “Are you sure, Baker? This is a big deal. I have to know you’re in your right state of….”
“Put. Your. Cock. In. My. Ass.”
His grin was wicked. “Well, Sweet Tart, it’s not quite as simple as that, especially with a virgin.”
I shoved him down on the bed and straddled his hips. “Don’t call me a virgin. That pisses me off. You’ve witnessed, first hand, things disappearing into my ass. Stop acting like I don’t know what it feels like.”
“Yes, Tart,” he answered sweetly. Picking up the lube, he offered it to me and said, “Get yourself ready for me.”
Shit! I had to do that? What the hell was he here for? I wasn’t doing all the damned work. Instead of saying that, though, I squeaked out, “Me?”
“Nah,” he answered. “I’ll do it for you. Turn around.”
“Huh?” Turn around? Like I couldn’t watch? Hide my eyes? What the fuck?