CHAPTER SEVEN
Paul kneeled on the bed and lowered himself forwards until my back hit the mattress and I found myself under him, his lower body resting between my legs, his weight held off me slightly by one elbow and his knees. He began to kiss me again, his tongue thrusting urgently into my mouth as he reached down with his free hand to unfasten my jeans. His mouth was hot and eager and I kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm, moaning when I felt his knuckles brush my erection as he pulled my zipper down. He slid his hand inside, rubbing me for a moment through my shorts, breaking the kiss and grinning as I groaned and squirmed under him. I was so hard I ached and I knew I would come in less than a minute if he kept touching me like that, but he took his hand away after just a few more seconds and I whimpered in protest.
He drew away from me and sat up and I watched through half closed eyes as he began to pull my jeans and shorts down, tugging them out from under my butt and down my legs while my dick twitched impatiently against my stomach and I twisted my fingers into the quilt. Paul unbuckled his belt and took it off, then unfastened the buttons on his jeans, but left it at that. He stayed kneeling between my thighs, stroking the fingers of both hands up the insides of them and even without him actually touching me I knew I didn't have long left. My balls were already beginning to scrunch themselves up against my body and I held my breath, biting my lip. Damnit, I didn't want to lose it so fast.
"Breathe," Paul said softly.
"What?"
"Don't hold your breath. Breathe slowly."
I let my breath out shakily and breathed in again through my mouth, feeling him suddenly cup my balls in one hand and begin tugging gently downwards on them. Curiously the feeling that I was about to erupt everywhere abated just a fraction and I found myself relaxing. Thankfully I wasn't about to disgrace myself quite yet after all. Paul reached out to the nearby bed table with his free hand, pulling a drawer out. I closed my eyes again as he let go of my balls and then I heard something squirting out of a tube. Lube, I guessed, and a moment later his hand wrapped about my erection, cool and slick and slippery, and began to slide up and down slowly, teasingly. The fingers of his other hand began to touch me too, stroking the ridge right behind my balls that led to my ass, just as wet and slippery as the hand on my dick. The tip of one finger pressed gently against the tight hole there and I shivered, trying desperately to stay relaxed and resisting the urge to thrust myself upwards into his hand. I really hadn't expected any of this; somehow I had thought he would just want to pounce on me and fuck, but he was being so gentle, so considerate, taking his time and making me enjoy it first.
His finger continued stroking and occasionally applying gentle pressure until suddenly I felt it slide into me a little way, then out again, then back in further. He continued with that for a few moments and I heard myself groan as I squirmed under his hands, aching for release. When a second finger slid into me alongside the first, I tried not to tense up at the sudden discomfort caused by it stretching me further open. The gentle movements inside me made me shudder and I quickly grew used to it, reaching above my head and gripping the end of the bed as Paul increased the speed of both hands, pumping me vigorously with one and thrusting into me with the fingers of the other.
"Oh, shit..." I gasped.
It wouldn't have mattered then what he did or didn't do any longer; nothing was going to stop me spurting all over my stomach and chest and into Paul's hand. I lay there trembling when he took his hands off me, panting for breath as I felt him wiping me with a handful of tissue paper or something similar. Then his weight moved off the bed and I forced my eyelids up and watched as he took his jeans and underwear off.
I had been right about the eight-pack - four perfect pairs of abs that I longed to run my fingers over, along with the bulging pecs I had already feasted my eyes on. His strong muscular thighs looked as solid as stone and his erection curved up against his stomach, quivering slightly. He was big, I noticed - quite a bit bigger than me - and I wondered how in hell that was going to fit inside me. However, I was longing to touch him and as soon as he stretched out again on the bed beside me I reached out and stroked my hand over his stomach for a moment, then slid my fingers up and down his shaft. He leaned closer and brushed his lips against mine briefly, then turned onto his back, apparently inviting me to do what I wanted.
My heart thumped nervously. I didn't want to disappoint, him clearly being much more experienced than I was, but he knew that anyway. I propped myself up a little and bent over to kiss him, teasing his mouth with mine, then moving to his neck and down the centre of his chest, light kisses and strokes with the end of my tongue while I continued running my hand lightly up and down his dick.
I glanced up at him as I trailed my tongue lower to the narrow line of dark hair leading from his navel downwards. His eyes were closed, lips parted as he breathed faster and I couldn't help grinning to myself. So far so good. I wrapped my hand more firmly around his erection and planted a light kiss on the head, then opened my mouth slowly and drew him in; one inch, then another, pumping him slowly at the same time, my tongue circling and flicking at him. It was one thing at least that I had had a little practise at.
"Fuck, Seth," he hissed.
I raised my head and let him slip out of my mouth, traced my tongue down the length of him to the base until the soft black hair surrounding it tickled my nose, then worked my way back up, allowing my teeth to graze the skin gently, peering up at him and noticing his hands fisted into the quilt, his neck arched back as he breathed harder. It delighted me that I was making him feel so good and I made even greater efforts, capturing him in my mouth again, working my hand up and down faster, squeezing his balls lightly in the other. He let out a deep groan, his balls contracting in my hand and his dick quivering.
"Seth...you better stop..." he panted.
"Mmm-mnh," I mumbled, shaking my head a fraction. He was kidding, right?
He came maybe ten seconds later, flooding my mouth and I swallowed every drop, knowing he didn't expect it and trying hard not to smirk when I sat up and took my hands off him. His eyes opened slowly and met mine. He was gasping for breath, beads of sweat standing out on his face and chest.
"God, Seth," he whispered. "Come here."
He reached out with both hands to draw me down against him. He raised his head slightly and touched his lips to mine, then slid one hand to the back of my neck and gripped firmly as he thrust his tongue in, devouring me and tasting himself. I had already become half erect again while I was pleasuring him and the hot kiss quickly had me hardening fully. When he drew his mouth away, still breathless, I lowered myself onto my side and he turned to face me, sliding one arm under my neck and the other around my waist, pulling me close so that my dick pressed against his stomach. His hand stroked up my back and down again to my butt, then over my thigh, lifting my leg up and hooking it over him. I rubbed myself against him, so aroused, suddenly longing for him to fuck me.
He began to touch me, his fingers stroking between my legs from behind, teasing me. I was still wet from the lube he applied before, but now he reached out and squeezed more into his hand, coating his fingers liberally and inserting one, then two into me, moving them in a scissoring motion, stretching me more. I felt him rapidly stiffening again as he continued exploring me and I held onto him, turning my face into his neck, his touch making me shiver and gasp. He continued for several minutes while I grew more used to the feel of it and I writhed against him, becoming impatient for more and feeling disappointed when he withdrew his fingers and rolled me onto my back, moving away for a moment. I watched as he leaned over towards the drawer, unwrapped a condom and rolled it onto himself, then squeezed lube into his hand and lathered himself in it. My heart was thumping raggedly in a mixture of excitement and fear as he lowered himself onto me, propping himself up as he had before, reaching down to guide himself. I pulled my knees up either side of him, trying to breathe slow and relax as he nudged against me, stroking the head of his erection back and forth across the still too small hole, pushing at me repeatedly, straining to enter. It slid in a little and I winced, sliding my hands around to his back and digging my nails in.
He held still, his lips touching mine, caressing gently, his body trembling slightly above me, then gradually slipping an inch or two deeper into me. As I stretched further to accommodate him it felt impossibly tight and the painful burn made me moan. Again he stopped, moving his lips to my ear, nibbling the lobe.
"You ok?" he whispered.
"Mmm...yeah."
He started to pull out of me gradually, almost all the way, then slid smoothly back in, further this time. It felt better - tight and hot and slippery and almost good. Once more he withdrew almost completely and then another slow thrust forward, even deeper, his hand resting under the small of my back to lift me up a fraction, changing the angle just a little bit.
"Ohhhh...fuck..." I gasped, my eyes flying open and meeting his.
He grinned at me, holding my eyes as he began to move more rhythmically. It rapidly stopped feeling uncomfortable and I moved with him, taking one hand off him and bracing it on the wall behind my head. He shifted slightly then, propping his upper body a little higher, lowering his head and apparently looking at my dick. I slid my hand between us and grasped it, beginning to jack myself off slowly as he watched, the movement of my hand matching the pace of him thrusting inside me.
"Oh, God, Paul," I groaned, closing my eyes again and rolling my head back. I was almost there again, both internal and external stimulation pushing me towards the edge. Paul began fucking me harder, each thrust shoving me into the mattress, his breath escaping in harsh gasps and grunts until just as I began to lose it, spurting over both our stomachs and my fingers, he stopped moving, buried deep in me, his body shaking and his dick jerking inside me. Panting, he slid his hand out from under me and let his weight collapse slowly onto me, his breath hot and rapid in my ear. I pulled my hand from between us and wiped it on the quilt, then rested it on his back, feeling the skin slick with sweat.
A minute later he drew away from me slowly with a groan, removed the condom and grabbed some tissues to wipe himself before sprawling out on the bed again beside me and stretching one arm out across my stomach.
"Are you alright?" he murmured.
"Yeah."
I wasn't alright; I was far from being alright. I fell in love with him right then, if I hadn't been halfway there already. I hadn't expected him to be like this. He was hurt because of his Dad and despite the way he had been with me before - kissing me in the tent, saving me from those two thugs - I had still thought he would probably take what he wanted, please himself and not care if I got anything out of it or not. But he had spent the whole time we were together taking care of me, making sure it was good for me and that he didn't hurt me. So I fell hook, line and sinker and I knew full well it wouldn't amount to anything. He didn't want a relationship or anything even close to that and I would somehow have to walk away without letting him know how I felt. I would walk away; I didn't want to hear him ask me to go.
"Do you want to share a shower?" he said in my ear.
"Ok." I still had a little while to make the most of it.
We showered together, then returned to the bed. It was only early evening, but I was completely drained and I guessed Paul was too as he fell asleep pretty quickly, one arm draped heavily across me. I closed my eyes and let myself drift, not letting myself think about tomorrow. Right now he still wanted me here. I listened to the sound of him breathing, relished the heat and weight of his arm where it rested on me and eventually I slept too.
I woke first in the morning. Paul was still dead to the world and I slid away from him carefully and went to the bathroom, rescued my t-shirt from the couch and then returned to the bedroom to get dressed. I was just fastening my jeans when Paul opened his eyes.
"Hey."
I smiled at him and he licked his lips and grimaced, then sat up slowly, rubbing a hand over his face. He slid out of the bed and went to the bathroom and I sat on the edge of the bed and waited, hearing him take a pee and brush his teeth. He came back wearing shorts and sat down again next to me. Time for me to find some inner strength and try out my acting skills.
"I better get out of here," I said, grinning. "They'll be sending out a search party." I got to my feet and Paul looked up at me, seeming a little surprised.
"It's still early," he said.
"Yes, but I guess you got stuff to do."
"Yeah." He groaned and his brows drew together. "I have to go to Tacoma and see my Aunt...sort things out. Decide what to do with the house and everything."
"I'm sorry about your Dad," I said again.
"Yeah. Thanks." He reached out suddenly and grabbed hold of my hand. "Seth...hell...I feel like I took advantage of you."
"You didn't. I knew what I was doing. You needed somebody."
"Maybe I still do, but you deserve better than me; I'd only hurt you. I'm in a pretty lousy place right now," he said softly.
"I know that. I wanted to be here for you; and you made it amazing for me." I gave his hand a squeeze, then slipped mine free and walked to the door. "I'll see you around."
God, it was killing me. I wanted to throw myself into his arms and tell him I loved him, but it was the last thing he wanted at the present time.
"Seth..."
I stopped in the doorway and looked back at him.
"Thank you."
I shot him a smile and then turned away again, hoping I still had time to grab my sneakers and get out of the house before my tears spilled over. I hurried outside and made my way behind the house to the path that led down to the beach and by the time I reached the sand, my face was as wet as if I had just washed it and I could barely see where I was going. I walked slowly along, choking and sobbing, unable to catch my breath until I reached the path close to my own house. I stood there for a few minutes, scrubbing my face dry with the front of my t-shirt and hoping I wouldn't run into anyone. My eyes would still be red and swollen and Mom and Leah were going to go mad when I turned up.
The minute I opened the door, Leah pounced on me.
"Seth! Where the hell have you...?" She stopped as she looked at my face. "Oh, God, what happened? What did that piece of shit do?"
"Nothing. Where's Mom?"
"She went to get milk and stuff. Don't worry, I told her you stayed at Sam's last night with a few of the others."
"Seriously? Thanks, Leah." That was a surprise.
"So what happened? You stayed the night with him?"
"Yeah." I went into the kitchen to get some water. "Don't jump down my neck."
"I wasn't going to. But you look...more miserable than I've ever seen you, so I'm pretty tempted to go over there right now and rip his head off."
"He didn't do a thing. He was...sweet to me."
"Paul Lahote was sweet?" Leah's eyebrows rose.
"Yeah."
"And then you woke up and he told you to fuck off, right?"
"No, it wasn't like that. I left. He needed somebody yesterday; I knew he wouldn't suddenly decide he wanted to be with me, so I told him I didn't expect anything; pretended I was ok with it. Shit." I had thought I left all my tears on the beach, but fresh ones sprang into my eyes and began to roll down my cheeks.
"Oh, Seth." She wrapped her arms around me suddenly and I hugged her and wept again.
"I love him," I sniffled.
"Did you tell him that?"
"No, of course I didn't. I would have just made him feel guilty." I sniffed hard and pulled away, grabbing some kitchen towels to wipe my face once more.
"I find it hard to believe Paul would feel guilty about anything," Leah said.
"Well, you don't really know him then. He's got feelings just like anybody else."
"Sometimes, Seth, you amaze me," Leah said softly. "When did you grow up so fast? Somehow I missed it."
I grinned despite my misery. "Oh, you finally realised I'm not a kid any more?"
"I think when you really try, you're more of a grown up than me." She gave my shoulder a squeeze. "I could never have done what you have."
"It was what was right for him. I'll be ok."
I wasn't sure how, but I would make myself ok and I wouldn't let myself hope that he'd come looking for me because I doubted he would. I would just have to get on with my life and let myself keep the memory of that one amazing night in my heart.
