Segan’s gaze stays locked on mine, his lids hooded, eyes glossy, as my hand glides up and down our lengths. His cock is hot and hard in my palm, and I swear, it only got harder as soon as I asked him to fuck me. He hasn’t answered, but he also hasn’t shoved me away, which I’m taking as a good sign.
Beyond the confines of this dressing room, music is playing, and somebody is on stage performing, the noise completely drowned out inside here, though. Leaning in, I flick my tongue along Segan’s lips, before nipping at his bottom one. He groans, the sound going straight to my balls.
“Segan…” I growl, giving our cocks a quick, tight squeeze. “I. Need. You. To. Fuck. Me.” Each word is emphasized with its own thrust in my hand. It’s there in his eyes… the worry, the trepidation. This is a huge step for him, for us, but I need it. And he does too. I capture his lips, taking my time kissing him softly, gently, hopefully reassuringly before pulling back just enough to hold his gaze. “Please, I trust you.”
I witness the exact moment he makes up his mind, and it’s a beautiful sight. His green eyes darken as a smirk upticks his full, pink lips. His gaze lifts from mine, traveling behind me for a moment before he barks out an order. “Over there.” Shoving me backward with a hand to my chest, he adds, “Face the mirror, hands on the vanity.”
A thrill shoots down my spine as I spin on my heel and do just that. Like a moth to a flame, he’s right at my back, crowding my body the moment my hands press down on the cool counter of the vanity. My eyes lift, looking into the mirror, meeting his gaze, the heat in them burning me up. His fingers tease along the hem of my shirt, yanking it off. Without ever taking his eyes off me, he then brings his hands to my hips, shoving my jeans down my thighs until they pool around my ankles.
Segan takes a step back, unabashedly dragging his hungry eyes down the length of my backside. Bringing his hand up to his face, he bites down on his knuckle, a groan sounding from him. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about seeing you like this.”
Snorting out a laugh, I glance over my shoulder and say, “Oh, I think I do.”
Segan’s smile is genuine, his cheeks flushing a brilliant shade of pink. The hunger in his gaze is still there, but there’s something else too. Something I can’t place. At least, not until he steps back up to me, places a kiss on my bare shoulder, and says, “I’ve never done this before.”
And just like that, it hits me. That look in his eyes… it’s nervousness.
“We don’t have to—” I start to say, but he shakes his head, cutting me off.
“No, I want to. I just…” He breathes out a laugh. “I want to, as long as you’re sure.”
The vulnerability he’s showing me has my chest aching for him. It has me needing to touch him, reassure him. So, I do. Turning around, I grab him by the back of the neck, hauling him into me. Our lips fuse, and I swallow down any and all apprehension, showing him just how sure I am. Just how much I need this more than I need my next breath.
Breaking apart, our chests heave as I rub his cheek softly with my thumb. “Just do what feels right. I want it all, okay?”
He nods, a smile cracking on his absurdly beautiful face. “Turn around, hands on the vanity,” he orders, repeating his earlier words, some of his confidence returning.
Doing as he says, I watch in the mirror as he drops to his knees. Using his hands, he spreads me wide, but he doesn’t do anything for a few beats. I can’t see, but I imagine he’s taking in the sight. His hands knead the meaty flesh of my ass before he leans in, pressing kisses to each cheek. I gasp, my eyes widening, as his sweet, gentle kisses turn into sharp bites. He nips and sucks all around, swiping his tongue across the area soothingly.
His nose then drags along my crease, from my taint all the way to my hole before he repeats. He’s inhaling my scent like he’s trying to memorize it, and fuck, his desire is making me dizzy. Segan takes his time, laying claim to every inch of my ass before finally putting me out of my misery. His tongue timidly circles my entrance, my hands balling up into fists on top of the vanity as I suck in a sharp inhale.
He groans, the sound vibrating through my body, before he drags the flat of his tongue along the length of my crease. “Fuck, you taste good,” he rasps before allowing himself another taste.
Segan’s mouth feels heaven sent as he flicks and glides his tongue, sucking and nipping all around. He gets me nice and wet before bringing a single digit right to my hole, the pad gently circling before he applies a little pressure, slipping past the muscle. A moan parts my lips as I let my head drop between my shoulders.
He inches his way farther in as his free hand reaches between my thighs, wrapping a hot, firm palm around my aching length.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” I breathe out. “That feels so good.”
Segan fucks me lazily with his index finger, stroking my cock at the same speed. It’s mind numbing, especially when he grazes that spot deep inside that has me seeing stars. My entire body lights up for him, but I need more.
“I don’t have any lube,” he murmurs. “I don’t want to give you anything more than my finger without lube. I don’t even think there’s lotion in here.”
Throwing a glance over my shoulder, I jut my chin out. “My pants, in the pockets.”
Standing, Segan meets my gaze in the mirror, and a thick brow arches, a sly grin tugging on his lips as his hand cracks down roughly on my ass cheek, the slap reverberating through my body. “Come prepared, huh, Uncle Josie?”
Logically speaking, that nickname should creep me out. It should turn me off. It should remind me of all the reasons we shouldn’t be here, doing this. Instead, maybe it’s because I’m a sick fuck, it does very much the opposite. Those two words, paired with that mouthwatering smirk, make my dick leak something fierce.
I shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. “You never know.”
Segan chuckles as he bends down, reaching for the jeans I finally step out of. Fishing through the pockets, he retrieves the packet of lube I stored in there, along with the condom I was desperately hoping we’d use tonight. Tossing the latter onto the vanity beside my hand, he rips the lube packet open with his teeth, never tearing his eyes off mine.
Bringing slick fingers back through my crease, he presses two to my hole this time, breaching the muscle while drinking in my reflection in the mirror. I wince at the slight burn that accompanies his fingers, but moan at the fullness. If it’s possible, Segan’s eyes darken, and he brings his lips right beside my ear, hot breath fanning my sensitive flesh. “You like my fingers fucking you like that, Uncle Josie?”
I let my head drop onto his shoulder while I nod, holding his gaze. “Yes, but I want something else filling me up more.”
“Yeah?” he taunts. “And what would that be?”
