As we cross over the threshold to the hotel room, I’m not sure where Segan’s head’s at or how he’s going to be. We haven’t said so much as two words since leaving his parents’ house, the rage I felt at seeing his piece of shit father trying to intimidate him still running rampant in my veins. I know Segan’s a big boy, and given the chance, he could handle his own against Mr. Bradley, but he shouldn’t fucking have to.
He didn’t have to fly up here and see his mom. Nobody would’ve blamed him with the way his family treated him. But he did, and I know it wasn’t easy for him. Then that fucking dipshit had to come storming in and ruin it all. He was barely up there ten minutes before Mr. Big and Mighty Caveman stormed up the stairs. I have no idea what he talked to his mom about, or if it was even going well—hell, I probably won’t ever know now. I wouldn’t be surprised if he shuts down completely.
Toeing off our shoes, we both shake out of our jackets, the tension in the room bordering on suffocating. Segan empties his pockets before reaching behind his head and shucking off his t-shirt. Then he shoves his pants down his legs until he’s stepping out of them, leaving him in nothing more than his briefs. He looks over at me, sadness and an emotion I can’t quite place present in his eyes.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” I ask, my voice hushed, like if I speak too loudly, he’ll explode.
His jaw clenches, and his gaze appears far off. Huffing out a humorless laugh, he says, “I don’t know what exactly I was expecting, but dear old Dad never fails to fuck shit up.”
“I wish I could’ve clocked him right in the jaw.” I don’t mean to say it; it’s probably crossing a line, but it comes out before I have a chance to stop it.
Segan’s eyes drag back to mine, a real laugh escaping him as he rakes his fingers through his hair. “You and me both.”
He’s much calmer than I would’ve imagined he’d be. Aside from the twitch in his jaw and his clenched fists at his sides, he’s practically cool as a cucumber.
As if Segan can read my mind, he mutters mindlessly, “You know, I feel like I should be more pissed. Or sad. And maybe I am. Maybe it’ll hit me when I least expect it. But somehow, in the short time I was upstairs with my mom, it feels like I got what I needed. I got the closure I never knew I wanted. At least from her. My dad, on the other hand, I don’t think I’ll ever get closure. He’s who he is, and he’s unapologetic about it. I accepted that a long time ago. Long before I left this town.” He rubs the back of his neck, an empty smile pulling on his lips. “It doesn’t stop the sting, though, at seeing his sheer disgust at me being at that house today.”
It kills me hearing that, watching his eyes pool with moisture as he keeps his gaze trained on something beyond me. As he visibly tries to not let that man affect him.
“What can I do?” I ask, my voice thick with emotion.
Segan closes the distance, his fingers coming to the button on my jeans. “What I want is for you to make me forget about this entire day.”
Leaving my pants unbuttoned, he doesn’t remove them yet. Instead, he drags my shirt over my head, tossing it aside on the desk beside us. Warm, calloused hands roam the expanse of my chest, fingertips flicking over my nipples, sending a zap of pleasure through me. Segan leans in, the scent of him surrounding me, making me dizzy, as he presses his hot, firm lips to my neck. One small kiss leads to two, then three, until there isn’t a single part of my throat untouched by him.
With his lips right beside my ear, he whispers, “Thank you… for what you did back there.”
I swallow thickly, emotion sitting heavy in my gut. There’s so much I want to say. To ask. But I don’t. Nodding, I pull back, holding his gaze as I murmur, “Always.”
His arms wrap around my middle, hands sliding underneath my briefs as he shoves them down, dropping to his knees at the same time. The sight of Segan on his knees before me makes my chest squeeze and my breath hitch. He’s so beautiful naturally, and then add in him offering himself up to the hard cock bobbing in front of his face, and it’s a sight I wish I could snap a picture of and look back on every single day.
Sage green eyes gaze up at me beneath thick, dark lashes, looking tempting and arousing. His lips are parted, his pink tongue poking out to wet them before a smirk so sexy it should be illegal slides into place as he wraps a firm hand around my length, pumping me from root to tip. A groan sounds at the back of my throat as his tongue laps up the pre-cum pooling at the slit. A shiver races down my spine at the sound of his own soft moan.
Segan wraps his lips around me, sinking down and taking more of me into his mouth. His eyes quickly fill with moisture, turning bloodshot, as he gags around my length. It hits me right here and now that this is the first time he’s ever done this, aside from the short time he did it last night as he prepped me, and that fact fills my chest with pride as I continue to watch him.
I bring my hand up to his head, fingers threading through the strands as I push them off his forehead. He peers up at me, and it makes my knees weak. “You’re doing so good, baby.” Segan smiles around my dick. I swear I could come from that sight alone. “Look at you sucking cock so well.”
He moans, palming himself over his briefs.
“Does sucking me off make you hard?” I ask. He nods, his brows dipping together as I feel his tongue flick against the underside of my length. “You look so perfect down there on your knees for me, baby, but I think I wanna see you gag on me a little more. Can you take me deeper?”
He nods again, and I bring my other hand up to the back of his head, maneuvering him and thrusting myself farther into his mouth. Just as I knew he would, he gags around me as I get closer to his throat, tears spilling over and running down his cheeks. Instead of stopping me or trying to fight against my hold, Segan reaches down, shoving his briefs underneath his balls as he starts pumping his own cock with fervor.
We go like this for a while; him fucking his own hand, and me fucking his face, until I feel myself getting closer, and I know without a doubt, I don’t want to come down his throat. I mean, I do… but not this time. I have other plans. Pulling out of his mouth, I thoroughly enjoy the pout that he gives me as I put a little space between us. Crossing the room, I reach into the duffle for the lube and box of condoms I brought. I toss them onto the bed before climbing on myself, positioning myself at the head. My gaze finds his where he’s still kneeling by the desk.
I stroke myself before saying, “Come fuck me.” Segan’s cheeks heat, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looked nervous. When he doesn’t make any attempt to move, I add, “Get your ass over here.”
This time, he does move, climbing onto the bed and kneeling beside me. Now I know he reallyisnervous when he bites the inside of his cheek, eyes darting between me and the pillow beside me.
“What is it?” I ask, suddenly feeling nervous myself.
“I was just, uh…” Segan clears his throat, huffing out a small laugh. “I was kind of hoping you’d maybe want to, you know… fuck me this time.”
My eyes widen as a grin tugs on my lips. When he’d mentioned it while fucking me last night, I’d chalked it up to being just dirty talk. I didn’t think he’d actually want to try bottoming. At least not any time soon.
“Well, there’s no reason we can’t do both,” I finally say after my mind finally catches up and my mouth learns to speak again.
“Really?” He smiles, straight white teeth on display, and I swear, I can feel the excitement and nerves radiating off of him.
