Let Me Show You

by Becca Seymour

  He gasped as I pulled back to twirl my tongue around him and placed soft open-mouthed kisses on his damp skin. Just before I took him in deep, I maneuvered my other hand to his mouth. He opened immediately and sucked the two digits I offered. Satisfied, I removed my fingers and edged them toward his puckered hole and dipped one in. His hand found my face as he stroked my cheek, his eyes once more on me. Carefully pushing past his tight ring of muscle, I swirled my finger around, pumping in and out before pulling out and dipping a second in along with the first.

  “Oh my God.” His words were a garbled gasp as I plunged into him and sucked him off, my fingers and mouth working in harmony. I wanted him to explode, wanted to taste every drop of him and suck him dry.

  Pressing into him deeper, harder, I stroked his prostate. Carter groaned, and his hips jerked out of control. In response, I hollowed my cheeks harder and continued to press against him. Bobbing my head, I glanced up, desperate to see his expression. His eyes were at half-mast, his lower lip caught between his teeth. He’d never looked fucking sexier.

  Driving harder over him, I watched as he groaned, mumbling, “Yes,” over and over. “I’m going to come,” he warned. I would have grinned if my mouth hadn’t been filled with his perfection. With a couple more bobs of my head, my tongue stroking the underside of his shaft, hot, salty shots of cum sprayed into my mouth, most hitting my throat.

  Moaning around him, I knew the rumble would be felt deeply. He jerked as if on cue, his eyes widening. All the time I sucked and licked, not wanting to waste a single drop. I’d done this to him. Made him lose control and come hard.

  Pulling back, I took him in my hand and proceeded to lick him clean, my hand stroking him. Ripples of shock still shook his body, and when my gaze locked on his, a smile lit his face.

  “I need you inside me.” Carter’s thumb traced my bottom lip while he spoke. “So fucking bad it hurts.”

  I grinned. It was the first time I’d heard a serious cuss escape his lips. It was hot that he lost control and let his guard down. My heartbeat picked up speed knowing I was moments away from having him wrapped around me and that he was so acutely affected that he’d shared a part of him I’d never seen before. Then I kissed my way up his body. With my lips on his, I pried his mouth open with a slip of my tongue. He took me in, his arms enfolding me while our lips moved against each other. Breaking the kiss gently took all my willpower, but my need was too strong. I nibbled on his bottom lip before adjusting myself on my knees.

  “Do you want me to turn over?” he asked.

  I shook my head. “No, I want to see you when I take you.”

  He shuddered at my words, that blush I loved so much covering his cheeks.

  “Nightstand.” His words were quiet and breathy.

  Reaching over to the nightstand, I opened the drawer and took hold of a foil wrapper and some lube. As I positioned the covering, Carter’s eyes followed my hands. His breathing picked up speed as he moved his legs, positioning his feet flat on the mattress. Squirting the lube on my fingers, I rubbed it over my covered shaft and then reached out to him.

  I took the time to caress his balls first, while I bobbed in excitement as I watched his pupils dilate. Then I rubbed my fingers gently over his diamond, knowing his prostate was already swollen with desire. He gasped at the contact, his cock jerking, already almost fully erect. Pulling my bottom lip between my teeth, I ran my fingers to his puckered hole and dipped in. He was tight from his orgasm and perfect. With two fingers, I spent time preparing him while my right hand caressed his stomach and then landed on his shaft.

  Carter moved his hips, riding my fingers, the movement sliding his shaft through my grip. “No, baby. Please. Fuck me.”

  With my need too great, I was unable to manage a smile at his desperate pleas and the hot-as-fuck cussing. Instead, I removed my fingers, edged forward, grabbed a pillow, and placed it beneath his hips. He sighed at the loss but eagerly lifted his legs for me, willing me to drive into him. Placing myself at the entrance, I dipped in and out gently, taking my time. Satisfied with his eagerness, I tortured both of us by easing into him painfully slowly. He was lubed, wet, and eager as he jerked his hips impatiently.

  “Fuck,” I ground out as the action planted me deeper inside him, way past the tight ring. Sliding out slightly, I then bucked my hips, going in further, but still not balls deep. My muscles shook under the pressure of holding back while my breath caught in my chest.

  “Tanner, please,” Carter whimpered.

  I pulled back once more, then slammed into him. Both of us cried out. Our eyes locked. This time my grin came easily as I absorbed the lust painting his face. “Perfect.” I bit the words out as I built a steady rhythm entering him and withdrawing. With each movement, my balls drew tighter.

  Needing to see his own lust heighten, I ordered, “Touch yourself.” He did so immediately. My gaze traveled between his entrance, his hand, and his face, not wanting to miss out on any moment or sight, each one uniquely hot. Moving my hand to his, I helped jerk him off while continuing to bury myself deep inside him.

  It was becoming harder to concentrate on anything but the sensation of being wrapped up in him, or the building orgasm. I was set to combust, my cock painfully hard. “Come for me, baby.” I moved my hand harder as my hips lurched, needing to see his cum.

  He released a strangled cry, and I continued jerking him off, plowing into him at the same time. Finally, white ropes spurted out of him, landing on my hand and his stomach. I groaned and came hard, growling out his name as lightness spread throughout my body, curling my toes. Each muscle tensed, and I shuddered, my eyes on the jets of white spread over our joined hands. And then finally, my gaze settled on his face.

  With pink cheeks and a smile ghosting his lips, he’d never looked more handsome. Perfect.

  I woke to the scent of coffee and the mattress dipping. I turned my head and pried open my eyes. Carter had just set two mugs of coffee down and was climbing back into bed, completely unaware of me watching him.

  With a grin, I reached out to him and snagged his waist, tugging him to me.

  With an oomph and a high-pitched squeal that caused a laugh to burst out of my chest, I grinned at him. He sprawled over me, cheeks pink and eyes wide. Then he frowned. “Are you laughing at me?”

  Another burst of laughter erupted, which quickly turned to a yelp when he twisted my nipple. “Fuck, baby, you’re making me hard.” I pressed my hard-on against him to prove my point, loving the O that appeared on his lips.

  He gulped before a small smirk crept onto his mouth. “Morning.”

  I pulled his face to mine. “Morning,” I replied before we kissed.

  By the time my tongue was in his mouth and caressing his, something he really seemed to like, he was straddling me and grinding his erection against mine. His lips then broke free. “Hey,” I said. “Back here.”

  Carter raised his brows, a flirtatious smile on his mouth. “Oh. If you’d prefer my lips on your morning wood, I can do that.” He shrugged indifferently as if he couldn’t see or feel said wood doing a fucking hula dance at the mere mention of a blow job.

  I gripped his ass and squeezed. “I’m happy for you to put your lips anywhere on my body, baby. Anytime.”

  He grinned at my words and gave me a chaste kiss. My heart constricted. I’d never had this before. This connection. I’d thought I’d had something similar in the past, but that had been a one-night stand that had simply continued for over a year. My wiser, older self would have known that particular relationship would never have worked, but what Carter and I potentially had was already so much more.

  “Anytime, huh?”

  I nodded and moved my hands to tuck them behind my head, elbows up and out. “That’s right.”

  “You know, I may just have to test that theory.”

  Smiling at Carter, I happily admitted to myself that I liked this side of him, a lot. The playful banter with a dangerous edge of “I may just let you fuck m
e if you play your cards right.” Yeah, it was hot.

  “Sounds like a challenge I’m happy to let you win,” I said with a smirk.

  He glanced to the side and then back at me. “I also made you coffee.”

  I couldn’t usually function without coffee in the morning, but it seemed Carter was a new caffeine-free pick-me-up. I had no problem functioning with Carter straddling me and offering me his mouth.

  “Let it go cold.” My voice dipped in eager anticipation. “And get your mouth on mine.” I needed that even more than I needed to be inside his mouth. Who the fuck would have thought it?

  His mouth was on mine in an instant. Our lips met, mouths parting. When I wrapped my arms around Carter and pulled him closer, I knew I could happily start every day like this.

  Heat spread through me, and I lost myself in the touch of his mouth, the feel of his skin, and the rightness that settled in my chest.

  Chapter Ten

  CARTER

  It was no surprise I was not looking forward to Monday morning. The thought of seeing Scott again and the possible repercussions of what transpired Friday night left an unsavory taste in my mouth and my gut clenching in dread.

  “Hey, what’s going on in that head of yours?” Tanner pressed his lips against my brow, a gesture that seemed surprisingly natural.

  For the past twenty-four hours, we’d been living in a world of heat and connection. Lost in each other’s bodies, we’d spent the morning after the bar debacle pretty much in bed. I’d been quietly terrified when I’d woken in Tanner’s arms, worried that things would be awkward. Nothing could have been further from that, thank God.

  We’d fallen into easy roles, not that dissimilar to our connection of the past couple of months, but this time with the delectable bonus of kisses and cocks. I grinned at the thought, despite the turmoil of work.

  “Just thinking about work tomorrow.” I’d yet to share the details of Scott with Tanner, instead welcoming his touches and reveling in getting lost in comfortable conversation.

  He shifted on the sofa, so I was forced to look at him. A frown dipped his brows. “What’s the problem with work?”

  Releasing a heavy sigh, I knew it was time to tell him what had been going on the past few weeks. The reality was, I was embarrassed. I was a grown-ass man, a professional at that, yet I was still dealing with ridiculousness at work. The word bullying flitted through my consciousness, yet I brushed it aside. I wasn’t a kid anymore, and it certainly wasn’t high school. But still, ever since Denver had left, leaving his godson in charge, my life had plummeted right back into a time I’d hated, a time filled with bigotry and harassment. The difference was at high school—after I’d been unceremoniously outed by a few asshole jocks—I’d had a ray of light at the end of my nightmare, knowing that high school would eventually end. I’d just had to survive the final three months before graduating and leaving for college. But this was my life, my profession. Short of leaving a job I loved, I could no longer see a ray of light.

  “Tell me.”

  I nodded, knowing I would hate the tremble in my voice that would no doubt lace my words when I spoke. Regardless, I pushed on. I could trust Tanner with this. “That guy from Friday night.”

  “The prick?”

  I nodded, a smirk tilting my mouth despite my nerves. “That’s Scott.”

  Tanner tilted his head, his eyes tightening before he spoke. “The guy who’s taken over for your boss?”

  I nodded again. I’d already told him briefly about what had been happening at work with the changeover. Obviously over dinner the past few weeks, I’d neglected to share with him exactly what had been going on.

  He reached out and placed his hand on my forearm. “Tell me.”

  I watched his jaw clench, understanding he was pissed off on my behalf. I would have been lying if the knowledge didn’t stir a lightness in my chest, the first I’d felt about work since Scott had started making my life miserable.

  “When Denver was around the first week, everything was fine. Well, sort of. Things with Scott were a bit, I don’t know, awkward.” I shrugged. I’d just brushed it aside as an uptight personality and his nerves at stepping up to run the place. He’d been thrown into the deep end, so I’d assumed it was just the stress of the situation.

  “Then what happened?”

  “It started off as little things, a few ‘jokey’ comments thrown my way about liking dick and the ‘fags’ in a new TV show.” I’d held my own often, laughing along, even throwing it back, and trying to shut him down about how inappropriate he was being. “It wasn’t until a couple of weeks ago that I noticed more and more cancellations with some of my more regular clients, you know, weekly injections, even a couple of operations.” I glanced at Tanner’s thumb as he rubbed it over my arm in soothing circles and then I took a breath, appreciating how the slightest attention gave me the added boost to continue.

  “I mentioned it to Lauren, who said she’d noticed it too. She actually checked it out for me, and last week, she told me that each cancellation had actually been swapped to an appointment with Scott.”

  Tanner’s hand stilled. “What the fuck? He’s stealing clients from you?”

  I shrugged again. “I had no idea what to think, so I went and asked him. At first he shrugged it off saying he had nothing to do with the bookings, but then the next day I saw Mrs. Carson heading out after an appointment, which she’d previously had with me. When I said hi, she seemed surprised to see me, letting me know that her appointment had been changed to Dr. Anderson since I was on a research project and was having to hand over my clients.”

  When she’d told me, my grin had frozen in place. It took her asking me if I was okay to bring me out of my daze before I’d smiled politely and excused myself. I’d immediately sought out Scott and asked for an explanation.

  I shook my head. “He said he’d had a few complaints and requests to change to him, and that he then thought it best that he change some of my longstanding appointments while he investigated further.” Heat rushed to my cheeks at the memory. I’d been as shocked as I was annoyed, so much so I’d just stood there like a freakin’ goober trying to make sense of everything before he’d ushered me out as he had another client.

  “On Friday, I finally approached him and asked for an explanation.”

  Tanner’s voice was low when he asked, “What happened?” The skin around his eyes was tight, his own cheeks flushed as he waited intently for me to finish.

  “He told me that it was clear ‘my kind’ wasn’t welcome in the practice or even the town, and that it had already cost Denver business.” It was bullcrap. I knew it and had argued as much, my anger rising at the need to defend myself. “He made it clear that ‘fags’ were better off in places where ‘civilized citizens’ weren’t the backbone of the town.”

  Tanner sprung off the sofa just as I finished speaking, his half-nakedness not even distracting me from the rage present in his voice and his tense muscles. “I’m going to fucking kill him. The piece of shit…”

  He spun around, still rambling and cussing. He grabbed his shirt from the floor.

  “…if that fucker thinks he can speak to you…”

  It was tugged on as I remained on the sofa, wide-eyed in shock. I’d never had anyone defend me before—not counting my parents. My chest squeezed tightly and a lump caught in my throat.

  “…his address?”

  My eyes shot to his. Having not really heard a word he said, I had no idea how to react. All I wanted was to drag him toward me and hold him close. His defense, his reaction… it meant everything.

  “Carter, his address?”

  There was no chance I was telling him he lived just a few doors away. I was just relieved that Tanner had never spotted him. I shook my head and bit my bottom lip. His gaze fell to my mouth, and he took two steps forward until his legs pressed to the side of the sofa.

  I clambered to my knees and scooted forward, reaching out and pressing my palm against
his bare chest. My lips quickly replaced my hand. His breath caught, and his pecs twitched. Smiling lightly, I continued my ministrations, luxuriating in the taste of his skin, the feel of his hardening nipple in my mouth.

  “Address, Carter. You’re not going to distract me.”

  I didn’t believe him and knew that he didn’t believe his words either as his large palm cupped the back of my head and he angled my face up to him.

  Our eyes locked and my breathing increased when I stared at the beautiful man before me. He’d quickly become my everything. Even before the past twenty-four hours, he was firmly placed in my life, but since we’d finally opened ourselves to something more, I had no hesitation in admitting to myself that Tanner could quite possibly be it.

  “Kiss me.”

  His gaze darkened, lust swirling in his gray eyes.

  “Tanner, I need you to kiss me.”

  A low growl escaping from his lips was my warning. His mouth slammed on mine, our lips, our breaths, our tongues clashing, melding, urging for more. With every stroke and caress of his tongue, I whimpered. I needed him inside me, taking me, connecting us in a way so deep that no words, no bigotry, no one from outside this moment could stop me from seeing how perfect Tanner was for me.

  In a matter of seconds, Tanner was once again naked. Our lips still connected, I released a surprised squeal when he lifted me, carried me to my bedroom and placed me on the bed. A moment later, he lay on the mattress and pulled me on top of him.

  “I need to see.” His voice was breathy, filled with desire.

  I nodded in understanding and reached over for the lube and condom. His eyes drifted from my face, our erections, and my hand; it was obvious that he wished he could focus on all three at once. When I rolled the condom on though, he surprised me by focusing on my eyes.