I splay my fingers over his throat, pressing just enough to make him whimper, and he drops his head back against my shoulder.
“Eyes on me.”
He pulls his head up, eyes dark, mouth open. Panting and moaning as I piston my hips, going deeper. I stroke his dick in rhythm, and he arches his back and grips the counter until he knuckles turn white.
“Kade,” he whimpers, slinging an arm around my throat, his hand on the back of my head, pulling at my hair, and it drives me to the point of madness.
“You’ve no idea how fucking crazy you make me. You’re fucking divine, Seth.”
I nibble at his earlobe, kissing his neck, biting his shoulder and not once do I take my eyes off his. I want to see everything. I want to see him unravel. I want to make him fall apart at my touch.
“You feel how good we fit together like this?” I grunt, not even knowing what I’m saying. It just pours out of me because that’s what being with Seth does to me. “It’s like you were fucking made for me.”
His eyes widen in the mirror, and I bite down hard on his shoulder, trying to hold back.
“Call me baby,” he whispers. His cheeks pink, hair mussed up, lips sleep-swollen, eyes dark and wide, and I say the only thing that comes to mind.
“You’re perfect, baby.”
He squeezes his eyes shut as he comes and not until he’s shaking and trembling from his orgasm do I let go, and follow him over the edge.
I move my hand up to his jaw, turn his head, and kiss him. I kiss him like he’s the air to my lungs, and he turns around, draping his arms around me, and clings to me. Kissing me back with the same hungry intensity. A hand on my cheek, another on my neck. I wrap one arm around his waist, a hand at the back of his head.
Kissing and tangling our tongues together until it turns to something else. Something softer, gentler.
Until it’s fingers lazily threading through hair, and hands skimming over skin. Until it’s deep exhales, soft noises, and just lips grazing lips. And forehead leaning against forehead.
And I’ve never felt so close to anyone before.
“I think we missed breakfast,” I mumble, bumping his nose with mine. He hums a small sound, smiling with his eyes closed, and my heart does that weird thing again where it trips on itself, causing it to race. I ignore it and press my thumb to his dimple.
“I think there’s cum on the floor,” he whispers. I chuckle, placing a light kiss on his forehead before I untangle myself from his arms, and turn the shower on.
We’d been skiing for a couple of hours when Seth’s parents texted him, asking if we wanted to have lunch with them since we missed breakfast.
We ran into them on our way into the restaurant, and they were on their way out. My cheeks burned bright red when they asked us where we’ve been. Seth smoothed it over by telling them we overslept. And maybe the absolute grin on Seth’s face was enough to convince them we slept in. But I doubt it. Pretty sure Seth’s mom shot us a suspicious side-eye glance when we parted ways.
And now we’re at the café, eating subs. I’m avoiding eye contact to the best of my capability without seeming like an asshole. If this week has taught me anything, it’s that Seth’s mom and my mom are basically the same person—which means I can’t hide from her either.
It’s not that I think it’s written all over my face that I’m sleeping with their son, but… What the hell do I know?
“So, last day,” Malcom says, leaning back in his chair, chewing. “Back to civilization tomorrow.”
“Yup!” Seth grins.
“No broken bones,” they say at the same time.
Seth’s been walking around with a grin all morning. Even when I had a rage fit and almost punched a guy in the lift queue, Seth was smiling. And then he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me. Right in front of everyone to see. Not that I mind. Bigots can fuck right off, if you ask me, but we usually keep it on the down-low in public.
“Are you doing the night session tonight?” Annie asks.
Seth’s been talking about it all week, and I finally caved. I think I’m confident enough on a pair of skis now that I can do it in the dark. I hope. And he said there’re lights, so.
“Yep! Got the tickets,” Seth grins even wider than before.
“Just be careful,” Annie says. “I want grandchildren one day.”
“What?” Seth whips his head her way.
