Seamus bit his lip and hefted his legs higher, offering himself without hesitation or fear. He didn’t care if it hurt. He needed it just as badly as Bellamy did. “What are you waiting for?”
“That, Shameless.” Bellamy’s eyes were green flames. He reached for a condom, tearing it open and rolling it on in swift, practiced motions. Squirting lube in his hand, he coated his shaft, not taking his eyes from the spread ass and erection that was already dripping with precum. “I want all your attention on me and what I’m going to do to you.”
With another word of warning, three fingers pushed inside Seamus’s ass and his spine nearly bent in half. “Fuck.”
Bellamy was holding the base of his own erection with one hand and using the other to stretch and fuck Seamus into oblivion. His fingers spread and curled inside him, rubbing that spot that ripped him open and took away all his control.
He couldn’t hold in his loud moans of pleasure. His pleas. He didn’t let go of his legs but he needed more. “Bell, please. Do it. I need you to fuck me.”
Bellamy growled as he knelt on the bed, still watching his fingers with hunger in his eyes. “You’re so damn hot. Tell me you want my cock.”
His cheeks heated. “I want your cock. Now.”
“Yes.” He felt the tip of Bellamy’s thick erection and bit his lip so hard he tasted blood. He wasn’t sure he could take it all, no matter how much he wanted to.
Bellamy gripped his thigh hard enough to leave a bruise and guided himself slowly inside. “Push out and breathe for me. You can—yes, like that. You’re tight but you can take me. You’re going to take all of me.”
It was too much. Seamus couldn’t catch his breath, couldn’t see anything but Bellamy’s fierce expression as he struggled to follow his muttered commands.
This wasn’t sex. Nothing in his limited experience had prepared him for what was happening inside him. Pain so sharp it felt like pleasure. Desperation and greed and impatience for more. Bellamy was going too slow. Being too careful.
Seamus let go of his legs and reached for the man above him, fingers digging into firm muscle and hot skin as he pulled him closer. Deeper. “Yes!”
“Oh you bastard,” Bellamy swore, grabbing Seamus under his knees and lifting until his ankles were resting on his broad shoulders. “You want to make me rush this? In that much of a hurry for it to be over?”
He pressed their bodies together, bending Seamus in half and teasing him with soft, biting kisses. “You really are shameless, aren’t you? You’re dying for my cock. You couldn’t wait for me to cram every inch inside.”
Yes, you sexy son of a bitch. He groaned into Bellamy’s mouth as the man ground against him, rotating his hips in a way that made them both shake and sweat with need.
God, where did he learn that? It felt so good.
His erection was pressing into Bellamy’s tight stomach with just enough friction to make him needy, but not enough to find his release. He reached for Bellamy’s hips again but his wrists were caught and dragged over his head.
“Stop distracting me. I’m enjoying all those sexy noises you’re making,” Bellamy muttered against his jaw. “I want to hear more. I want to make you scream my name.”
“I’ll scream if you stop fucking with me,” Seamus gasped, struggling lightly in his hold, close to taking over if he didn’t get what he wanted. “All that work you put in and you aren’t going to give me what you promised? What I need?”
“Sounds like a dare.” Something dangerous crossed Bellamy’s expression and Seamus knew he was close to pushing him over the edge.
“Maybe it is.”
“It’s your first time and I don’t want to hurt you.”
He wasn’t sure what came over him, but it was something stronger than desire. Hotter than lust. Seamus lifted his head and bit Bellamy’s neck, sucking hard on the tight salty skin. “Hurt me,” he rasped out, feeling raw and completely vulnerable. “Please, Bell. I need it.” Need you to fuck me.
The words caused a tremor to run through the man above him and then—yes—then he came unhinged. Bellamy’s hips began to pound hard and fast against his. The bed shook and creaked beneath them with the force, and Seamus cried out with every deep thrust.
Yes. Yes, Bell, harder. Fuck me harder. So hard I’ll feel it forever.
He was shouting unintelligible words, his body struggling to get closer, to reach something he couldn’t name that was closing in on him. This wasn’t sex, it was an instinctual race to the ultimate prize. A struggle to get closer to the fire. To fly into the damn sun. Seamus never wanted it to end. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m close.” Bellamy dropped one hand between their bodies and gripped Seamus tight, stroking his hard shaft. “Come with me.”