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Holy fuck. “Bellamy that’s not—”

“Nice?” Bellamy offered with a raw twist of his lips. “No it isn’t. There’s nothing nice about the way I feel. But I’m honest. Are you ready to be?”

When he didn’t answer, Bellamy stepped away from him and stuffed his still partially aroused length back in his pants. “My car is here. Have you been drinking?”

Seamus shook his head, tugging his shirt down and grimacing as the fabric clung wetly to his skin.

“Then get in your rental and follow me back to the hotel. There’s no way you can go back inside. Not like that.”

He wasn’t wrong. Had Bellamy done this on purpose so Seamus wouldn’t spend the rest of the evening with Gillian? Was it jealousy or mindless passion?

“Stop thinking,” Bellamy ordered arrogantly. “Your dick’s hard as a rock, your lips are swollen and you’re covered in me. Drive back to the hotel, get changed and I’ll meet you in your room with my file on your Galway relatives.”

Seamus knew his face was red from embarrassment and arousal. “You have a file? I just asked for one name.”

He smiled and licked his lips, his eyes dropping to the denim tent Seamus’ dick was pitching. “I’m thorough and detail oriented. You’ll enjoy that about me later.”

When he didn’t move, Bellamy took a threatening step toward him, a growl rumbling in his chest. “Seamus Finn, if you don’t get in your car right now, I’ll drag you kicking and screaming into mine. Then I’ll suck your cock in front of my driver. I’ll let him hear you moaning like a whore and I won’t stop until I make you come in front of him. Maybe not even then. Do you want to do that to the man while he’s trying to drive?”

Seamus turned and walked to his car without another word, his heart pounding. His drive back to the hotel was filled with so many racing thoughts that none of them made any sense. Panic was warring with desire for dominance in his brain. This was insane! Bellamy wouldn’t fit into his life, so why let him do all these things to him?

Technically all Bellamy did was kiss you. You touched him. You did everything else.

Everything else. Jerked him off. Let him come all over his chest. Wanted it.

He’d crossed the line, and Bellamy hadn’t even needed to ask.

I’ll suck your cock in front of my driver.

“Fuck.” Seamus undid his pants and pulled himself out. Right there on an empty Galway road, with Bellamy’s taillights guiding him back to their hotel.

He could imagine it. Eyes watching curiously from the rearview mirror as Bellamy knelt on the floor between his thighs and sucked him off.

“Jesus, that is so wrong.” He’d never had exhibitionist fantasies before. What was the man doing to him?

He licked his palm and stroked his erection, rough and fast. He was going to explode if he didn’t find some relief.

Then he licked his lips and tasted Bellamy. Felt the burns on his chin from his beard and wanted more. This wasn’t normal, even for him. It was like something alien had taken him over. Something inside him that wasn’t Seamus, wasn’t the man who wanted a simple, traditional relationship.

Something that just wanted to be fucked so hard he couldn’t move.

“So fucking hard,” he muttered, letting the car slow to a crawl as he lost himself in the rhythm.

Make me take it so fucking hard. Oil me up, pin me down and make me— “Fuck yes! Bellamy.”

His trembling fingers clenched and unclenched on the steering wheel as he let the climax roll through his body. God, that was intense. What the hell was happening to him? He didn’t do this. He wasn’t sure he knew anyone who did. What kind of irresponsible pervert couldn’t wait until his car was parked? Couldn’t wait until he was alone in his room?

He cleaned himself with his already ruined t-shirt and zipped his pants up again. And then his phone beeped. “Mother fucking—”

Seamus glanced in his rearview mirror and ran a hand through his hair, breathing deeply before looking for the app to call his kids.

There was a new text message on his phone, but Seamus didn’t recognize the number.

I know what you’re doing back there and I love how shameless you are, but that cock is mine. I don’t like it coming without me.

How could he possibly know?

“It’s not yours,” he said without any real heat to the tinted back window of the car in front of him. “I don’t even like you.”

But that wasn’t really true anymore. If it ever had been.

He opened the app before he could think about it.

“Hey, Dad.”

“Jake. Wait, what’s happening behind you?”

His oldest son smiled, ignoring the chaos at his back and his father’s guilty expression. “Little Sean found Uncle Declan’s shaving cream. He gets a bunch at once because it has to be shipped from another country.”


Tags: R.G. Alexander The Finn Factor Erotic