Too Consumed (7 page)

He nods. “Yeah, he did.”

“Why?”

“According to Jackson, her dad is an asshole. Jackson isn’t one to lose control easily, so her dad must’ve said something really messed up to have pissed him off.”

My eyebrows drag together. I’ve never seen Jackson as the aggressive type—at least
, not like Seth. Seth can switch his moods at the drop of a hat and the gleam of hate he gets in his eyes whenever someone’s gaze lingers too long in my direction is unnerving…as well as thrilling.

“I never expected Jackson to do something like that.”

“He’s unpredictable, that’s for sure.”

“Time!” Darryl calls from a distance.

I hear his chair creak and then the glass door open and close, leaving Seth and I alone. Seth’s eyes flick between my eyes and my mouth in a way that makes my heart flutter and my stomach clench. He lowers himself, bending his arms at the elbows.

“I have food in the car
,” I mutter as his lips graze mine, knowing if I let him kiss me I wouldn’t—couldn’t—stop there.

I smile as he moves across my face and kisses the top of my head. “Then we should go.”

*
**

Houses whip past me as I glance over my forearm and out the window. I don’t pay attention to any of them, or at least I don’t until the familiar houses on Seth’s streets whirls into view. It’s been a while since I’ve been to Seth’s house and the thought of being so close to him with a bed nearby is exciting. Seth demanded we take his car and leave mine at the gym. Regardless of my protesting, I did what he wanted. You know, the usual.

As we pull into Seth’s driveway, I spot a huge
moving truck at the front.

“He’s here already?”
I’m pouting. I thought Seth and I could have some alone time before anyone else showed up. Do you know how frustrating it is to have someone like Seth around you all the time but you can’t touch them? All I want to do is to touch him—hell, I even want to lick him, but I can’t—not yesterday, not today, and probably not tomorrow, either.

“Looks like it.” Seth glances sideways at me and chuckles under his breath. “It’s okay, we have forever to do other things.”

I feel my eyes widen a fraction as an unflinching Seth scans the driveway in front of us. Does he even know what he said?

Forever.

He wants to be with me forever… I love Seth and I can’t really picture my life without him, and he loves me too,
God knows he says it enough
, but I didn’t know he’s actually thinking about forever…is he even capable of forever?

Seth shuts the engine off and slips from the car. He’s at my side before I get my d
oor open and flashes me a confident, yet slightly tired smile. That’s what I like most about Seth. He’s a gentleman—well, almost. He’s the kind of gentleman that opens doors for you and then slaps you firmly on the ass as you pass by, all with an unapologetic smile plastered on his face.

I slide from the car and he closes the door behind me.
Seth’s fingers entwine with mine and he pulls me alongside him all the way to the front door. He turns the handle and we enter the house. Boxes litter the hallway and fill the living room. I stop walking when I hear a giggle come from behind a tall tower of cardboard.

“I got here early, bro.” Jackson’s voice calls out. “I moved all of the boxes by myself
…and, uh, you might want to give us a few minutes.”

I angle my hea
d to peer around a box, but I can’t locate their exact position. When I hear a quiet moan, I snap upright. Oh. They need a few minutes because they’re doing
that.

“That’s cool. I’m going to have a shower
, anyway.” With a shrug of his shoulders, Seth pulls me into the kitchen, up the stairs, and into his room. I feel better once inside. The last thing I want is to see Selena’s or Jackson’s junk.
Don’t they have any shame? First my couch and now this…my God.
I would never have sex anywhere there’d be a chance I’d get caught.
No way in hell
.

“So you have
that
to look forward to now,” I tell him.

Seth strolls into the bathroom and I follow. I lean against the wooden beam
of the door when I get to it.

“It’s nothing new. Jackson and I have lived together before
…the shit I’ve seen.” Seth shakes his head before he pulls his white tank top over it. My gaze flicks over his hard chest, following the sharp flow of muscles down to his ‘V’ shape. I wait for his hands to curl around his shorts and pull them down, but when they don’t, I glance back to his face.

“What have you seen?” I ask, pretending I wasn’t just ogling the hell out of him.

“Selena hasn’t said anything?”

I’m
really starting to wonder who her best friend is here. Why does Seth know everything and I’m learning things second hand through him? I shake my head.

“Jackson is a very
…difficult person to please.” I frown and Seth continues. “Sexually.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, he’s into certain things. Public sex, being in control, toys—”

“Toys?”

“He calls them toys, I call them weapons of torture.”

I feel my face scrunch up. “And Selena
…she likes that sort of thing?”

I watch as Seth opens the shower door and flicks on the water. When he steps back, his fingers curl around his shorts and he pushes them down his legs. My eyes flick
over him, taking in every line, every shape and every shade. To be so perfect should be illegal and the punishment? Fifty tongue lashings to every perfect mound of muscle…
what the hell is wrong with me?
Reluctantly, I drag my eyes back to his face.

“
I don’t know, I haven’t asked—personally, I don’t really care about their sex life. I am, however, extremely interested in ours.” His lips twitch. “Are you joining me or are you just going to keep pretending you’re not eye-fucking the shit out of me?”

My mouth drops and an offended gust of air falls out. “I’m not
eye-fucking you, I’m admiring your physique. You’re welcome.”

He rolls his eyes and steps closer.
I unintentionally hold my breath as his index finger hooks onto the collar of my tank top and he pulls me into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door behind me. I swallow hard as his rough hands slide under my shirt and up the contour of my body. I lift my hands to help him get the shirt off as the room quickly fills with steam.

His rough hands skim across the skin along my waist and hook onto my bra. “The look but don’t touch rule doesn’t apply to us anymore.” He smiles.

“So it seems.”

I feel my bra loos
en and my chest become heavier as my breasts support themselves. I pull my bra down my arms and drop it onto the floor as Seth’s fingers snake into my hair to release my locks from their tie. When he’s done, I slide my shorts down the length of my legs and step out of them. I look at Seth and his eyes darken. A hot flush rolls through me, igniting a fire underneath my skin. It pulsates and flares, burning relentlessly and refusing to settle. I don’t want it to stop and there’s only one thing that
can
stop the fire tearing through me and it’s right in front of me.

Seth opens the shower door for me and I slip inside, immediately immersing myself in the hot stream. I step out of the way when Seth enters so he can have some water. I watch as he angles his head down, letting the streams crash into his head and shoulders and flowing down the length of his glorious body.

“Can I have some soap?” he asks.

I grab the
bottle of body wash that sits on the top shelf and extend it to him. He doesn’t take it.

“Put some in your hands.”

Doing as he says, I squeeze a large amount into my hand and put the bottle back. Seth steps out of the water, his eyes still closed as small droplets run across his eyelids. Without another word, I reach out to him, coating his chest in a thin layer of soap. I can’t hear his heavy breathing under the crashing flow of water, but I can see his parted lips, and under my hands his chest moves in a slow, deep rhythm. I massage his large, wide chest with my finger tips before flattening my palm and moving lower towards his alluringly stomach. I catch the inside corner of my bottom lip between my teeth as I trace the shallow grooves between each muscle and my body grows warmer every second my skin lingers on his.

“I’ve missed your hands
…” he mutters as he slumps into himself, completely relaxing under my touch.

My hands continue to roam him, trailing between bumps of muscle and up his long arms.
I’m not sure how long I wash him for…minutes.

Hours.

Days.

Who
knows. What I do know though, is that I feel completely at peace here with him.

Droplets of water slide over his mouth and glisten like crystals as they reflect the light. The drops pool together, continuing their journ
ey down his chin, and meander over his throat, past his collarbones…
I need to put my mouth on those collarbones
.

“Tell me, Olivia
…” The way he speaks sends vibrations through my bloodstream and directly between my legs. I look at his face—he’s watching me closely. “Did you touch yourself when you couldn’t have me?”

I never let my eyesight waver from his and I wait patiently for him to smile—or do anything to tell me he’
s joking. Nothing happens. His eyes remain on mine, waiting for an honest answer. I ignore his large friend pointing at me and focus solely on his face.

“Yes.”
Or at least I tried to
. I never got very far because I wanted
him
to touch me. I tried to picture my hands as his, but they just weren’t thick enough…or rough enough. His lips curl slightly and he steps forward.

“You’re
naughty.” He chuckles darkly. “Show me.”

I swallow hard. “Show you what?”
I ask, playing dumb.

I know exactly what he wants me to show him, I’m just buying myself more time to make up mind.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you’re thinking about me.”

I step back and my bare ass cheeks press against the glass. “I can’t.”

Touching myself is something I’ve only done in private time and sharing that with someone else seems…odd. He inches closer and snatches my wrist. I gasp as he pushes my own hand between my thighs and moves my fingers slowly against my soft flesh, under his guidance. Almost instantly, I notice an increase in my breathing and my arousal meter tips over the edge.

Seth brings hi
s mouth closer to mine and his warm breath collides with my face.

“I want
you to do it,” I tell him as I slip my hand from his, making his hard fingers press firmly against my clit.

It’
s exactly what I want—rough and thick. The mere thought of his fingers touching me causes my breath to hitch and my knees to almost buckle. I press the palms of my hands against the glass, keeping my eyes on Seth’s. He leans in close, and I flex my hips against his hand.

“I’m not going to rub you
,” he states. “But I
am
going to taste you.”

His tongue flicks out and runs across the base of my ear lobe before tracing sensually along my jaw. My blood burns as my skin erupts with
goosebumps. I roll my head to the side, giving him more flesh to lick as he lowers himself, nipping and sucking at my skin. His strong arm surrounds my waist as his mouth travels over my collarbone, down my chest, and over one of my nipples. I try to dig my fingers into the glass, but end up balling my fists instead as my heads falls back. My chest is heavy, filled with steam, but it’s not the only reason I’m breathing so deeply.

I rake my teeth over my bottom lip as his hand glides smoothly between my legs, circling slowly. Keeping my hips still
is impossible, but I manage to roll it to a slow, almost non-existent pace. I’ve wanted him to touch me for so long and now that it’s happening, I don’t want it to end—not yet. I close my eyes while his mouth brushes over my belly button, across my hip and down to my thigh. A light moan slips from my lips as his hand curls around my knee and he hitches it over his shoulder. I open my eyes and glance down. He’s staring hotly up at me, his eyes halved into lusty slits. Seth opens his mouth and my eyes grow heavier as he sensually slides his tongue directly over my center.

“
Ohhh…” I moan, letting my head fall back against the glass. “Seth…”

The coarse feeling of his
facial hair tickles me everywhere, forcing the sensation to build up quickly. My fingers slide across my own hips and into his hair, urging him harder onto me. His teeth move to my clit, biting and nipping. I pull his hair a little too roughly, causing him to moan and I feel it vibrate over every inch of my excited body. Sliding one hand from his hair, I guide it between my thighs and I feel the edge of his lips pressed eagerly against my smooth skin. He moves his mouth slightly, allowing me to feel his tongue dart in and out of me.