Like Pizza and Beer. Elle Parker
up enough shit on this guy, Molly will finally see him for what he really is. She keeps hanging on, thinking he’ll settle down, but she deserves better. She sure as fuck is smarter than that. I don’t know what the hell her problem is.”
“You’re a good brother. I’ll see what I can find.” I wadded up the wrapper from my sandwich. “Does she know you’re asking me to do this?”
Seth shuddered and widened his eyes. “No way, man. She’d kill me if she knew.”
“I didn’t think she was the killing type.”
“Big sisters are always the killing type, you know that.”
I thought of home and nodded. “True enough.”
The breeze was warm and humid, and we talked about our day, comparing notes and discussing plans. It was dark when we finished. The only light came from the glow of the condos behind us, and the flicker of moon on the surf.
Seth took the empty beer bottle from my hand and dropped it in the bag with the rest of the garbage. He pushed me to my back and settled next to me, slipping a hand under my shirt. His fingers were cool, but his lips were warm against my neck, and his breath was heavy. I turned to kiss him and he pulled me closer, pressing his groin against my hip with a soft groan. Within minutes, he was all over me.
I caught him by the shoulders and held him back. “You’re not gonna try to have sex with me out here, are you?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I’m going to make out with you until you can’t see straight, and then I’m gonna try to have sex with you in your apartment.”
“Yeah, all right, I can live with that.” I let go of him, and he stretched out on top of me with his usual brand of easy sensuality. He’s everything I’m not—wild, easy and free, completely uninhibited. It’s been a big adjustment for both of us.
I slid my arms around him and held tight, opening my mouth as he kissed me. He flicked the tip of his tongue along my lower lip and moaned quietly when I ran my hands over his ass. I loved the weight of his body and the smell of him. A unique blend of spicy deodorant, warm male, and auto shop. Who knew there would be a time in my life when the scent of motor oil could get me hard.
The pounding of the surf blocked out every noise but his hot breath in my ear, and it gave me a sense of timeless isolation. I reached up to thread my fingers in his hair, angling his head to run my tongue over the skin of his neck. He moaned and pressed into me, arching his back so he could grind his hips on mine. The hard line of his erection dug into my hip and he moaned again, louder and more desperate.
“God, Dino, you are hot,” he panted. He thrust in a lazy rhythm, rubbing against me through his jeans. The heat of his cock soaked through our clothing. It made me shiver, and I thought about getting him home.
I pulled him tighter to me and butted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. He swore and his breath grew ragged. He had his hands hooked under my shoulders, and his fingers clutched at my shirt. He tried to kiss me but was panting too hard and had to break away for air after only a few seconds. I smirked and licked the edge of his ear, biting softly.
“Oh, shit, I lied,” he gasped.
“About what?”
“About trying to have sex with you here.” He began to thrust in earnest, rubbing off against me like a horny teenager.
“There is no way in hell I’m getting naked with you on a public beach. I don’t care how dark it is.”
“You don’t have to. I can do it just like this.” He ground his dick into me and moaned loudly for effect.
“With all your clothes on.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“Just takes a little imagination to make up for the direct contact.”
“Seriously.”
“Dino, shut up and work with me here.”
“Mmmm...” I held him by the waist and rocked my hips against his. “And what are you imagining while you rub off on me at the beach in the dark?”
“All kinds of stuff. You fucking me in my bed, jerking you off in a crowded club in Miami, my cock in your mouth...”
My skin flushed hot, and I moaned. Hearing that kind of stuff in Seth’s voice was still something of a novel experience, and it never failed to turn me on. “You have a very active imagination,” I said.
“You have no idea.”
I could see his face in the dim light and his eyes were shut tight, intense concentration etched on his forehead and in the lines around his mouth. He only remembered to inhale about every third breath, and his body was taut with effort. He was gorgeous.
“Come on,” I said, “I wanna see you. I want to watch you lose it right here, like a high school virgin.”
“Oh my God,” he groaned, pumping harder and burying his face against my shoulder.
“That’s it, Seth, come for me.” I slipped my hand under his shirt and ran it up his bare back, still matching pace with him. I didn’t think there was any way I’d get off like that, but helping him do it was hotter than hell.
He gritted his teeth, and a hint of frustration crept into his moans. I tugged on his hair and whispered in his ear, “The next time I fuck you, I want to do it in the backseat of my car.”
He cried out and clutched me with a death grip, bucking his hips wildly while he muttered a string of curse words. The relief was plain in his voice, and the tension eased from his body when he finally slowed. He was nearly laughing as he fought to catch his breath.
“Oh, man,” he said, after a couple of minutes. He rolled off to the side and gave me a huge grin. “I don’t think I’ve done that since I was fifteen.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever done that.”
“Dino, I’m amazed you’re willing to do it doggie style. How old were you when you finally got laid? Thirty?”
“You know what? Screw you. I’ll have you know I did just fine with my sex life before you came along.”
The argument was one we had often and it had turned into a kind of pillow talk, but there was a time when I nearly let that difference split us up. Fortunately, the chemistry we had was more than I could resist, and Seth isn’t nearly the tomcat he likes to make himself out to be.
“Yeah, I’ll bet that was a hell of a weekend too,” he said with a grin. He grabbed some napkins from dinner and sat up on his knees, reaching down the front of his jeans to clean up what he could. When he was done, he tossed them in the bag and straddled my hips, looking down at me with smug glee. “I think you should put your money where your mouth is.”
“What do you mean?” I was still hard as hell, and the warmth of him sitting squarely on my dick made it difficult for me to think.
He slid back a couple inches and popped open the button of my slacks.
“Hey!” I made a grab for his hand, but he yanked it out of my reach. “I thought we had an agreement here.”
“I didn’t agree to a damn thing. And if you’re claiming not to be uptight, then you won’t mind a little public display of perversion.”
“No way. I am not getting naked out here, someone will see.”
“Dino.” He leveled a gaze at me. “I just wanna give you a hand job, and no offense, but your dick isn’t that big. No one is going to see anything.” As he spoke, he wormed his hands into my pants and pushed my shorts out of the way. Being the horny pushover I am, I let him. “Besides,” he said, caressing my cock, “you don’t really want to walk home like this, do you?”
I licked my lips and swallowed hard, shaking my head. “No, not really.”
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