CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Paul led me around the back of the restaurant to the parking lot, finding it deserted except for the Harley. His arm was still around me and now he removed it and pulled on his jacket.
"Do you want to come over to the apartment for a while?" he asked. "Maybe get coffee? I'll show you some photos of my work if you like."
"I thought you were supposed to invite me back to see your etchings?" I said boldly and then giggled. "Or is photos of tattoos just a modern euphemism?"
"Seth!" He adopted an amusingly shocked expression, then grabbed me suddenly and pulled me firmly against his body, his arms encircling my waist. "I'm rubbing off on you already; I told you I was a bad influence."
"Rubbing off on me?" I raised my eyebrows. "You can try it if you like." I couldn't quite believe I was saying this stuff. Flirting didn't come naturally to me - not at all - but the way he had taunted me in the restaurant had excited me so much that the words just seemed to come out with no effort. It proved to be great fun teasing him, especially as I now felt confident in what his response was going to be.
"You're a tease," Paul growled in my ear, walking me backwards away from the bike until my back bumped up against the rear wall of the building.
"You think?"
I slid my arms around his neck as he lowered his head to kiss me, his tongue plunging eagerly into my mouth, his lips crushing mine. I kissed him back with just as much enthusiasm and he ground himself against me, his erection straining against his jeans and digging into my stomach. I was so hard too that I ached and I longed to feel his hands on me; I could remember how it felt with my dick in his hand, his fingers inside me. It was more than a year and a half ago and I could still feel it like it was yesterday. I shuddered at the thought. He drew me away from the wall just a fraction - enough to slide his hand down my back to my butt, squeezing for a moment before his fingers slid between my legs, nudging against my balls from behind and I moaned into his mouth and then broke the kiss, gasping.
"Stop, please," I groaned.
Paul took his hands off me slowly and then led me back to the bike.
"Let's get out of here," he said to my relief.
In a couple of minutes we were riding out of the parking lot, my arms tight around Paul's waist, my hands staying determinedly above his belt. It took only a few minutes to reach the tattoo store and he steered the bike down the alley to the rear, halting in front of the garage door. He turned the engine off and put the side stand down, then grasped one of my hands suddenly and pushed it lower, pressing it onto himself. He was still hard and I stroked my hand up and down, rubbing him through his jeans, grinning to myself as he groaned and squirmed in front of me. Suddenly he pulled away and climbed off the bike quickly, grabbing the keys to unlock the garage. I stood up and waited as he put the machine away, then he was opening up the door at the back of the studio, grabbing my hand and hurrying me up the stairs to the apartment.
He flicked on the hallway light, shrugged out of his jacket and dropped his keys into an empty plant pot on a stand by the kitchen door. Then he turned and slid his arms around me again.
"I want you," he said huskily. "So bad. God, you have no idea."
"Better skip the coffee then," I murmured.
"You're pretty keen too," he said in my ear, biting gently on the lobe. "Can I ask you something?"
"Of course you can."
"It'll sound stupid, but I guess I can't help being jealous," Paul grinned. "Have you...done much of this?"
He lowered his head now and nibbled the side of my neck. I sucked my breath in. He was jealous? Wondering if I might have been with someone else? Had he been thinking about me then? I was filled with a delicious warmth at the idea.
"No," I said. "No one has touched me since you did."
"Good," he almost purred. "You're mine. Damnit, I should never have let you walk away from me before. I was a jerk."
I pressed myself harder against him, somewhat overwhelmed. I had always dreamed about him saying something like that and told myself it would never happen. Now he pushed my jacket off my shoulders and began unbuttoning my shirt, stroking his hands over my chest as he continued nibbling at my neck and my ear, making my skin break out in goosebumps.
"Mmm, you filled out," he murmured, pulling the shirt off me and then running his hands up my arms.
I hadn't really paid much attention to the way I looked, but I guessed I had put on a decent amount of muscle. I still had a lot of catching up to do before I had anything like Paul's physique, however. I couldn't wait to touch him and I started to unfasten his shirt as he continued teasing my neck and my jaw with his lips and teeth, eventually covering my mouth with his and plunging his tongue in. He tucked the fingers of one hand into the waistband of my jeans and began to move slowly backwards, drawing me after him through a doorway into what I guessed was his bedroom. My eyes were closed and I didn't open them until he turned me around and the back of my legs bumped into the bed. Then I clutched at him to save myself losing my balance and met his eyes as he pulled his lips away from mine.
Our shoes and the rest of our clothes were quickly removed, each item thrown carelessly to the floor until we fell naked onto the bed, our mouths meeting again, hands stroking eagerly over each other's bodies. My heart was slamming against my ribs, my breath escaping in short gasps and I trembled as Paul teased me, rubbing his erection against mine, squeezing my balls gently, his teeth grazing my throat. I tried to slow my breathing down, but it was already too late to regain even a little control and I came in a few more seconds, spurting all over both of us.
"Shit," I panted, laughing a little.
Paul grinned. "I'll get a towel."
He was back in a moment, already cleaned up and holding a small towel which he used to wipe me with; then he was lying beside me again, wrapping his arms around me. I slid my hand down his body, eager to touch him, remembering that first time when I had surprised him by using my mouth, but now he caught my hand and pulled it away from him.
"Wait, I haven't finished with you yet."
He leaned over me, one hand lightly massaging my chest and stomach as he kissed me and I slid my arm around his neck, stroking the soft hair at the nape, feeling my softening dick already beginning to harden again. He drew back a little, lowering his head and trailing his tongue down my throat to my chest, reaching one of my nipples and gently biting the small nub. I whimpered and squirmed under him as he worked his way over towards the other nipple, his hand still on my stomach, my erection bumping his knuckles impatiently, but for the moment being ignored. I ached to be touched and I reached down and grasped myself, sliding my hand up and down my shaft a few times before Paul caught my wrist and pulled my hand away; then I let out a groan of frustration.
"Impatient, aren't you?" he whispered. I could hear in his voice that he was grinning.
"Mmm," I moaned.
"Come here." He sat up suddenly and began pulling me upright and I opened my eyes in surprise.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll see. You'll like it, I promise."
I didn't doubt that. I let him turn me around, positioning me on hands and knees in front of him, my legs spread apart. His hands touched my buttocks, stroking and squeezing lightly, then trailing down the backs of my thighs to my knees, then up again. I shivered, waiting to see what would happen next. Was he going to fuck me like this, from behind? My dick twitched at the thought and I felt the stickiness of precum on my stomach. God, at this rate I was probably going to lose it again before he even did anything.
His hand cupped my balls now, squeezing lightly, tugging on them a little and his free hand began to stroke that weirdly sensitive spot between my balls and my ass. I dug my fingers into the mattress and let my head droop down towards the pillows as he carried on teasing me, stroking between my buttocks, a finger tracing the tight hole. Then suddenly his hand disappeared and was replaced by - something warm and wet flicking at me, swiping firmly up and down, pushing at me, circling the hole - his tongue.
"Ohhh...fuck," I hissed.
Paul chuckled and put both hands on my butt now, drawing the cheeks a little further apart and continuing to torment me with his tongue while I shuddered and groaned and forced myself not to reach down again and start jacking myself off. When he eventually stopped I moaned in protest, immediately missing his hands and mouth on me. He shifted slightly on the bed and I heard him open a drawer, then a squirting sound which I guessed was lube. A few seconds later one of his fingers slid gently into me and I felt the cool slipperiness of the lube and the careful movement of his finger exploring, slipping out again, then back in. I was aching now, my erection throbbing desperately and I longed for him to fuck me. He must have been even more eager than I was since he hadn't even let me touch him yet and I had at least managed to shoot my load once already.
He added another finger now and I pushed myself back against his hand, panting as he began to thrust both in and out slowly, scissoring them a little. God, I couldn't wait.
"Paul..." I whined.
"Mmm?"
I just groaned as his fingers pushed deeper, his other hand reaching around me, gripping my erection firmly around the base and stroking almost lazily.
"Tell me what you want," he prompted huskily.
"Uhh..." was about as much as I could manage at that moment.
"Tell me, Seth." He drew his fingers out of me and rested his hand on my butt instead.
"Fuck me...please..." I heard myself say.
He didn't reply and I counted off the seconds as he left me again; then I heard the sound of a condom packet being ripped open and the rubber rolled onto him, more lube being dispensed from the bottle. I held my breath, shaking as he positioned himself behind me again, rubbing himself against me, then I breathed out slowly, making myself relax as he pushed forward, straining to enter me. He slid in a couple of inches and then stopped, giving me time to adjust. Keen as I was for him to thrust his full length into me, I knew it would have hurt if he did that. He pulled back a little now, then pushed forward again, deeper this time, slowly and carefully; then again and suddenly he was all the way in, his body tight against mine, hands gripping my hips firmly.
"You ok?"
"Yeah," I breathed.
I lowered my upper body slightly, resting one arm flat on the mattress to support me so that I could touch myself with the other hand. Paul began to fuck me, slowly for a moment, then harder, each thrust of himself into me shoving me forwards and sending me rapidly towards ejaculation. I could hear him panting loudly, grunting each time he buried himself deep in me and the sound of his pleasure coupled with the feel of what he was doing to me made me come in only a few more seconds, just as I felt his body shuddering, his dick jerking inside me as he groaned loudly with his release. He stopped moving but stayed where he was and I slowly let my body sink down towards the mattress, Paul lowering himself with me, still inside me.
"Sorry, it's been a long time," he said sheepishly as if I hadn't just finished as fast as he did. A long time? My already racing heart quickened its pace. I hadn't asked him when he had wondered if there had been anyone else for me, automatically thinking he probably would have slept with a few other guys after I left.
I turned my head so that I could see him over my shoulder now. "Somehow I thought you'd have been spreading yourself quite thin," I said lightly.
"Is that what you think of me? Maybe once I would have done that and yeah, I did fool around a couple of times last year, but it was nothing. The last time I fucked someone...it was you."
I grinned wider, delighted by this admission. "Well, I hope you're going to make a habit of it from now on," I said confidently.
"I plan to." He kissed my cheek and I turned my head further so our lips could meet.
I could feel that his partly softened dick was already starting to stiffen again inside me, but he withdrew now, gripping the condom to prevent it slipping off and I groaned in disappointment and turned over, waiting impatiently as he cleaned himself up with the towel again, the action of wiping himself only making him stiffen more. When he tossed the towel onto the floor I sat up, reaching out to touch him as he kneeled in front of me, sliding my fingers slowly up and down his erection. He breathed out hard and bit his lip as he watched me. I unfolded my legs and stretched them out either side of him, not sure I would be ready to go again so fast, but wanting him back inside me regardless. I took my hand off him and slid my arms around his neck instead, pressing my lips against his. His arms slid around me and I let myself fall back onto the bed, drawing him down between my legs. He rested on top of me, his weight partly supported by his arms as he brushed his lips against mine over and over and his erection twitched against my stomach. I wondered what it would be like without a layer of rubber between us; if I could feel his skin, the heat of him; if I could feel him come inside me. I shivered and felt myself begin to harden again and I pulled my knees up either side of him, thrusting myself upwards and sliding my hands down to his butt, pulling him tighter against me.
"Oh, you want more?" he murmured, his eyes sparkling as they met mine.
"Yes, I want more." I pushed him off me a little so I could slide my hand between us and touch him, running my hand up and down his length firmly, watching his eyes half close and his lips part on a gasp. I shifted my position a little, pushing him downwards towards my ass, guiding him. The head of his dick slid in easily and he sucked his breath in hard, then pulled out of me again quickly.
"I better get another condom."
"Please...I want to feel you properly," I said, feeling myself blush a little. "I want you to come in me."
"Jesus, Seth," Paul groaned.
"Please," I repeated.
He hesitated a moment, then edged forwards again, his erection sliding slowly into me, one inch, then another.
"Fuck..." he breathed. "I've never done this."
"So I get to be your first time as well," I whispered and then groaned as he thrust deeper. He was so hard, so hot and my muscles gripped him tight, making him tremble and twitch inside me.
"You know...this is going to be real quick...again," he panted.
"Good thing it's not going to be a one-off then."
I slid my arms around him and pulled my knees up higher, thrusting up against him as he began to move faster. My own erection was trapped between our stomachs and I realised that even after getting off twice already, it wasn't going to take much to send me over the edge again, with the feel of Paul fucking me, every thrust sending a wave of excruciating pleasure through me, making me gasp and groan, digging my nails into his back, my whole body trembling until all too soon it was over. I felt every hot spurt of his seed deep in me and as he finished and collapsed slowly onto my body, I came too.
Paul lay still for just a moment and then lifted his weight up a little, slipping out of me and pulling his head back so he could look down into my eyes.
"I love you," I said before I even thought of what I would say; before I even realised I would say anything at all.
His eyes darkened and for several long moments he didn't speak. My mouth went dry and my heart thumped unevenly and I wondered if maybe I went too far. Was it too soon to say that? Did he not want to hear it? Or could he just not say it back?
His lips touched mine, so lightly I barely felt it.
"I love you too, Seth," he whispered.
It was everything I wanted to hear; what I had dreamed about - Paul wanting me and telling me he loved me. My heart seemed to swell in my chest and I thought it may burst as I hugged him tighter, pulling him down onto me again and pressing my face into his neck. I squeezed my eyes shut, overcome with emotion, barely noticing when a few tears slid from beneath my lashes and rolled down the sides of my face to the pillow.
Paul's lips touched my cheek and then he drew back, licking his lips and frowning as he obviously tasted my tears. He slid off me, rolling onto his side and taking me with him, both arms tight around me.
"Seth? Baby, why are you crying?"
"I'm just...happy," I breathed, feeling a little foolish.
"Me too." He grinned again and brushed his lips against mine. "I need to get a shower." Another kiss and then he let go of me with apparent reluctance and sat up, then slid off the bed. "Are you coming?"
"Huh, don't think I could manage it again quite so soon," I smirked, hauling myself up onto shaky legs. I felt sweaty and incredibly wet and sticky and couldn't wait to get in the shower.
Paul laughed and led the way next door into his large bathroom which held a corner tub with a shower over it. We showered together, lathering each other in shower gel, teasing each other, paying way too much attention to each other's dicks until both began to stiffen a little again, despite our exhaustion. We backed away from each other reluctantly and grabbed a couple of towels to dry off.
I noticed suddenly that Paul was still wearing his wristwatch and I wondered what time it was. I was supposed to text Leah if I wasn't planning on going home. I grabbed his arm and angled the watch towards me.
"Oh, shit," I groaned. "It's almost midnight, they're going to kill me."
Paul grinned. "Did you have a curfew?"
"No, Mom just said don't be late. Leah said text her if I'm not going home."
"Oh, she expected me to try and have my wicked way with you?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"Do you want me to take you home?" Paul offered.
"Don't be silly." I leaned over to give him a light kiss, finished drying myself quickly and went back to the bedroom to find my cellphone, which had fallen out of my jeans pocket and was hidden under the edge of the quilt where it had slipped off the bed.
'At Paul's, see you tomorrow,' I tapped out and then waited for a response. I knew I would get one of some description.
'About time! Been trying to stop Mom calling you for an hour!'
I grimaced. 'Sorry. Forgot the time.'
'Slut!' was Leah's response, but it was accompanied by a smiley face so I guessed she wasn't really mad.
I put the phone down on the table beside the bed and collapsed against the pillows. All I wanted to do now was sleep. So much had happened in the last few hours; it was difficult to believe that only that morning I had woken in terror and barricaded myself in my room. It seemed almost as if it had happened in another lifetime.
Paul came back into the room then and threw himself onto the bed behind me as I lay on my side. He slid one arm under my neck and the other around my waist, curling himself around me almost protectively. It was the same position we had slept in that first time too and I lay there with my eyes closed and a smile on my face, feeling Paul's warm breath on my neck, listening to his breathing steady and slow down as he began to fall asleep. I began to drift off myself and I knew that for the first time in weeks there would be no nightmares. In his arms, I felt safe.