Seamus loved the touching, the dirty talk, and every single fucking thing about this moment. He wasn’t going to question it, he just wanted more. “You’re so cocky.”
“How long can you hold your breath underwater?”
“And a little crazy, Bell.”
“You may be right. Don’t worry, gorgeous. You’ll adjust.”
Chapter Seven
“Bellamy, wait.”
“Fuck that.” He pushed Seamus against the door of his hotel room and undid the buttons on his jeans. “I’ve been waiting all day.”
“I know but give me a—” Seamus groaned when the hand skimmed his dick, then slid over his hip to his ass, fingers curving between the cheeks possessively.
Bellamy loved his ass.
And one touch was all it took to get him hard. Hell, if their encounter on the massage table was any indication, that’s all it would take to make him come.
“I’ve been giving all over the place. Holding back until you were ready. Letting you set the pace for days. I went with you to that madman’s house today and nearly got a concussion. I could have died without ever making you mine.”
Seamus laughed, breathless. “I didn’t expect our cousins to be crazy. I can’t wait to tell Dad.”
Bellamy was still grumbling. “And I’m taking you back to the fights tonight so you can meet his grandkids, who’ll either love you or steal your wallet. I’m doing my part in this relationship, Seamus. It’s time for you to stop talking and take off your fucking clothes.”
Seamus helped Bellamy strip him before reaching for the other man’s clothes, still shocked at his own behavior. Since the other night, he’d been in a nearly constant state of arousal. Always one touch or kiss or lusty command away from losing control.
You lost it days ago, and you don’t even care.
He didn’t. Bellamy hadn’t made good on his promise to fuck him yet, but he’d done things with his hands and tongue that brought Seamus to his knees. Literally. Just that morning he’d been on his knees with his pants around his thighs, begging to come with Bellamy’s tongue inside his ass.
God, Bellamy’s tongue had been in his ass.
And he’d loved it.
Bellamy turned Seamus away from him, one arm around his chest to keep him close while his fingers slipped between his cheeks again. “I can’t stop thinking about having you, Finn. I don’t think I can wait much longer.” He rubbed the tight ring of clenching muscles he was so obsessed with and Seamus shuddered in reaction. “I need to see every inch of my cock buried inside you.”
Seamus flushed with arousal, long past embarrassment. He’d never had anyone talk to him the way Bellamy did. The graphic pictures he painted got him so hot he was willing to give him whatever he wanted. Anytime. Anywhere. “Stop talking about it and do it.”
Bellamy froze. “Do what, Seamus? I need you to say it.”
Was that what he’d been waiting for? “What you said. Inside me.”
“This isn’t the right time for subtle. No one can hear you but me. Tell me exactly what part of me you want inside you. Fingers? Tongue? I know you liked that.”
Seamus closed his eyes and groaned when Bellamy pushed the tip of one finger roughly into his ass. Jesus. “Your cock. Damn it, I want you to fuck me. Really fuck me. Is that what you want me to say?”
“Close enough.” Bellamy tightened his hold and scraped his teeth along one bare shoulder. “I want it all, but for now I’ll take whatever I can get.”
He pushed Seamus hard, and he fell on his back with a surprised laugh. This bossy bad-boy thing really did it for him. He never expected to, but he loved how demanding Bellamy was. How focused on him. Only him. And he never did anything Seamus didn’t ask for. But when he wanted it? Bellamy took over and owned him.
A few condoms and a bottle of lube were tossed on the bed beside him while Bellamy reached for a pillow. “Lift up.” He slid it under Seamus’ hips and caressed his thighs as he studied the position. “I want you like this the first time. I have to see those beautiful blue eyes when I take you. But I need you to hold your legs high and wide for me.”
Seamus cupped the backs of his thighs and lifted, spreading his legs obediently, already short of breath.
Bellamy licked his lips, stroking himself now. “You’re so damn sexy, Seamus. I’ve been imagining this for a while. You, ready and waiting to be fucked. Asking me. The first time I saw you, I knew I was either going to fight you or fuck you, probably both, but there was no way I could leave you alone.”
He was sexy? Bellamy had it backwards. Seamus had no idea why someone like him was interested in an ordinary bartender from the States. It didn’t make sense. None of this did. It was an erotic dream he didn’t want to wake up from. Not until he knew what it felt to take and be taken by Bellamy Demir.