That mouth was on him again and there were no more words as they both fought to get to the finish line.
Deeper. God, yes. Make me come, Bell. Have to come.
Bellamy added a third finger and did something indescribable with his tongue, and suddenly Seamus was done. His mouth opened on a scream that Bellamy took full advantage of, thrusting his dick down his tight throat as he came with him.
Seamus choked, swallowing because Bellamy was eagerly doing the same and it was curling his damn toes. It tasted like him. Salty and dark and sexy as hell.
Did I say holy shit?
It was a moment of revelation. True awareness. He felt like he was looking down on their bodies and finally understanding something about himself that had never made any sense.
Where was his fire? Right here. No woman had ever made him feel anything close to this. Maybe he wasn’t as bi as he’d thought.
No fucking wonder.
He’d never come so hard in his life. He didn’t know it was possible to have an orgasm that intense, or that it would give him such a rush. At this moment he was fairly confident he could leap a tall building. If his legs still worked.
When a laugh slipped out, Bellamy rolled off of him and rose up on one elbow. “Did you just laugh?”
“Yeah?”
Bellamy’s thick eyebrows lowered suspiciously. “You sucked my cock down your throat and took three fingers in your ass after days of swearing this was never going to happen and that, what—amuses you?”
Seamus felt his face heat. “I haven’t had a chance to catch my breath yet and I wouldn’t have put it quite like that, but yeah. I didn’t expect that at all. It felt pretty damn good.” He swallowed hesitantly. “Didn’t it?”
“So much better than good.” Bellamy’s smile was slow and bemused. “I knew it would. As soon as I saw you, I knew we’d fit.”
They’d fit all right. Seamus pushed himself up and got to his feet, stretching. Yep. Legs were still working. He moved them back toward the water, desperately needing to cool off. “I didn’t expect to be exploring my sexuality at thirty-nine. It’s a little early for a midlife crisis.”
“I don’t want to be your midlife crisis, Seamus.” Bellamy was quiet, watchful.
What do you want to be? But he didn’t ask. His was the only path forward that made sense. “I’m not sure what it means for me, if it means anything, but there’s no point trying to hide my reaction to you now.” Bellamy had felt his reactions with his tongue and his fingers. God, he had talented fingers. “If you wanted more of the same until I fly home…I’d be okay with that.”
I already want you again.
“That’s very evolved, Seamus. And yes, I definitely want more of the same. In my bed. In yours. In the damn larder and anywhere else I can talk you for as long as you’ll have me.”
Seamus laughed and dove into the water before Bellamy could see his body’s instant reaction to those ideas. He wasn’t expecting someone like Bellamy, but it was good to know he was capable of feeling that kind of passion and intensity for someone.
He never had before.
It wasn’t something he could handle on a day-to-day basis, but for now? He would let go of his control and grab as much fire as he could stand.
Bellamy joined him in the water. “What are you thinking right now?”
Seamus felt the grin teasing his lips. He couldn’t help it. He was still flying from that orgasm. “Adjusting to the new paradigm. Now that I’m out, Seamus the Dad’s yearly night out might never be the same.”
He was joking, but Bellamy didn’t find it funny. “You’re adjusting too fast, Finn. We’ve barely started and you’re already thinking about fucking someone else? That is not what’s supposed to happen after something like this.” He pointed toward the used lounge behind them.
“Done this a lot, have you?”
“Have I fucked a lot of men? Yes. But what’s between us is different. For me…it’s different, Seamus.”
He hadn’t meant to piss him off. “This is all different for me. Give me a minute or two, Bellamy. I’m processing.”
“You want to know what I’m processing?” Bellamy leaned into him and kissed his throat, then nipped it with sharp teeth, making Seamus groan and tilt his head back. “That I can still taste you in my mouth.” He licked a nipple then sucked it until Seamus shivered and started to moan. “I’m processing how many times I felt you shout against my cock, which means you’re a screamer. I love that, by the way.”
He reached down between his legs and felt Seamus, his dick already hard and eager for his touch. “I’m processing how hot it was to watch you push against my fingers like a greedy slut, and how mad at me you’ll be if I tell you it will be even better this time, because before, I was too impatient to get the lube I snuck in on the food tray.”