“I couldn’t take this for hours,” he admitted quietly.
“You can take a lot more than you think.” Those hands slid down to his ass again, one oiled finger slipping between his cheeks and massaging him there. Pressing but not pushing inside, just circling with a skill that stole his breath. The sensation was so intense his hips lifted off the table in reaction. “Oh God.”
“You don’t even realize how responsive you are,” Bellamy murmured. “How much this body is telling me. I bet I could make you come like this.”
His hips were already tilting back toward Bellamy’s hands, rocking, reaching for something he’d barely allowed himself to dream about. “Bell, what are you…”
“Bell? I like that. Maybe someday you’ll call me that when I’m sucking your cock.
“This is such a bad idea,” he groaned. So why did it feel so damn good? He’d had no idea his ass was so sensitive until he met Bellamy.
Gentle laughter rained around him. “You must like bad ideas, Seamus. I bet if I wrapped my fist around your cock, I’d feel how ready to pop you are. Are you close? Tell me.”
“Yes.” He wanted to beg for it. It was a fight against his most basic urges and, damn it, he wanted to lose. “Fuck me, yes, I’m so close.”
“I will, gorgeous,” Bellamy whispered into his ear, pressing that finger between his cheeks and stroking his ass. His other hand curved around the back of Seamus’s neck possessively, snagging in his hair and making him groan. “I can’t wait to see you stretched around my cock. You’ve thought about it, haven’t you? No matter how dirty and wrong you think it is, you still wonder, don’t you? You still want.”
Seamus struggled against him, wanting to lift up, to take more, but Bellamy’s strong hand kept him flat against the table.
“You want me,” Bellamy continued. “You’re going to come all over this table for me, aren’t you? You’re about to unload on Connor’s nice clean sheets, wishing I’d stop teasing and stick it inside you already. My finger. My cock. Anything.”
“0h God. Do it now,” Seamus cried, moaning louder when Bellamy instantly obeyed, sliding thick, oiled fingers deep inside his ass. “Jesus. Bell—Christ, that’s—”
“That’s right, gorgeous. Fuck my fingers. Take what you need and come for me.”
Seamus slammed his hips back, coming with a loud shout. Coming so long and hard he soaked the thin sheet beneath him.
Fuckfuckfuck. This wasn’t supposed to happen, he thought as soon as he came back to awareness.
He struggled for breath, his heart pounding against the massage table. The silence was heavy with lust and tension, and though he’d just come, he could feel his body readying itself for another round. He could also feel the evidence on his back and hip that Bellamy had found his own release. He couldn’t look at him. Not now. Maybe never again.
“Seamus?” Bellamy whispered urgently. “I wasn’t planning on taking it that far, but don’t make me apologize. Come to my rooms and I can show you exactly what you do to me. Exactly how good it could be between us. Don’t say no.”
Seamus felt a pang of fear so strong he almost jumped from the table.
He should have, and to hell with the stain on the sheet, because what he actually did was worse—he said the first thing that popped into his head. “I’m thinking of sleeping with Gillian.”
Oh fuck, why did he say that? He had no plans for seduction, tonight or any time soon, and as far as he knew, neither did Gill.
Bellamy’s hands disappeared suddenly. “I see. Well, good. You should get that out of the way. The longer you wait, the more you’re prolonging the inevitable.”
“Get sex with Gillian out of the way?” Seamus jerked to a sitting position, dragging the sheet over his lap as he struggled to yank his underwear up behind him. “What the—”
“You won’t do it, Seamus. In fact, I dare you to try, just so you can finally realize that you’re not sexually attracted to her at all. I know it, she knows it—I think everyone knows it but you.” Bellamy circled the table and picked up his robe. “Better to find out now.”
“Of course I’m attracted to her. You know I’ve already asked her to marry me.”
Bellamy froze with his robe half on and stared at Seamus for a few seconds before his eyes narrowed. “I thought that was a joke. Has she accepted?”
Heat flared in Seamus’s cheeks. Why the hell couldn’t he keep his mouth shut? “She’s thinking about it. Now get the hell out of here so I can get dressed.”
“All right, I’ll go,” Bellamy said as he circled the table for his robe. “But you know this isn’t finished, Seamus. And as soon as you stop denying it, I’ll be right here. I can be just as stubborn as you, and you just showed me that you’re worth the wait.”