“Fuck!” I cursed aloud, as each shudder of climax shot more of me into his mouth. I saw his cheeks bulge.
“Shall I get you a bowl?” I asked.
Seton spit my seed into his hand. “Turn around.”
“Seton—” But he cut me off by pressing his free hand to my mouth.
“Stand up, turn around and bend yourself over,” he instructed in the same sharp tone.
I started to shake, but felt a heat inside me reach out to his commands.
He grabbed my hips. His thighs hit the backs of my legs as he urged me to bend over. Once exposed, I felt a strange, embarrassed excitement join the burning lust raging through me. I reached and touched my ass, taunting him to take me.
“You are as sweet as pie,” he said, the stark hunger in his voice plain. “And how I long to get inside your sweetness.”
I looked and saw Seton’s face hungry with purpose, and his hand cupped with my seed. “Take me,” I gasped. Although I longed to say more, I was silenced when I felt the warm leak of my come and his spit trickle between the split of my ass.
“You desire me?” he asked huskily.
“Yes,” I answered meekly. My answer was greeted with a slap across my backside. I flinched with anticipation. A blush raced to my cheeks as I felt the sting of another slap. When I opened my mouth, I could only gasp, “Yes,” and my body moved closer to the heft of his swollen cock.
“You shall have me.” He grabbed his cock and spit upon it.
I turned and could see the thin line of drool clinging to his lip. He swiped at it with his hand and pressed his cock against my ass. I whimpered and grabbed at the seat of the chair and found a scrap of the purple velvet I must have dropped. Its decadent softness only heightened the tension I experienced as the head of Seton’s cock teased the hot entrance of my body.
He groaned as he met its resistance. “Virgin.”
This caused my cock to begin to throb greedily. I stroked it and in doing so felt the tension ease. “Now,” I insisted.
“Uggh, yes,” Seton replied and this time, when he pressed, I relented and felt him enter me. I clawed at the velvet, the base of the chair, my fingers scratched helplessly alongside the worn fabric of the seat cushion.
Slowly, he slid deeper.
“More, I need more.” The pain I felt as he entered only fed the punishing need inside me to be captured by him. I knew if I held out, the bliss of knowing him inside me would melt the pain and I would be free to enjoy his demanding cock.
Seton pushed harder, and dug his fingers into my shoulders until I winced. Instead of asking for a reprieve, I bit hard into my lower lip and forced myself to relax and take him.
He must have felt my insides loosen because his return thrust came faster, which forced my breath to catch, and I gulped the sex-stained air. His smell, my seed, our sweat, and the smell of hay and horse from the stables were heady and only intensified my need to be driven by Seton. I would be his stallion, if only he would ride me forever.
“Yes,” I heard him moan as he continued his claiming of me. “I want all of you.” His hips bucked hard, sending me into a world of pain and complete bliss.
I continued to massage my cock, each pleasurable stroke meeting the delicious pain of Seton’s thrusts. My body tensed and tightened around his plunging cock. I wanted him to find release, his pleasure paramount to my own. “Faster,” I groaned. This utterance met with furious compliance.
He grunted my name once before he jerked his cock from me and milked the first spurt of seed from his prick. The moans coming from his mouth, and the rain-like spray of his sperm across my body made my mind reel and caused my cock to release its own juices as my body quaked with my second orgasm.
When it was over, peace settled over the room and neither of us moved. I pressed my face to the chair bottom and could feel the wet stain my saliva and sweat caused during our sex. The air smelled of us; intensified male and animal. I thought foolishly of trying to capture the smell in my memory but as I tried, it seemed to fade, mocking my attempt to secure the experience in my heart.
Only when we heard voices of men below did either of us attempt to move. When I tried to stand, I felt my legs quaver and Seton offered his hand to me.
He helped me to my feet. “You should gather yourself for a minute before you walk.”
My knees buckled. “I’m not sure what’s happened.”
“I loved you as one man does another. It is a wondrous thing, but you should have warned me you were a virgin.”
When I managed to stand on my own, he came close and kissed me.
I opened to him and took his tongue into my mouth. When our lips parted, I saw his face, beautiful and flushed.
“I could kiss you forever.”
“Eternally and ever more,” I replied dreamily.
His hands began to stroke my back. “Come, let me clean you. I have made you a mess.” He reached for a scrap of fabric from the table.
When I saw his hand hovering over the velvet scraps, alarm made me twist towards him. “Not the velvet!”
“I will use it! Why shouldn’t I?”
I started to protest but when I felt the soft pressure of his hands on my skin, I sighed contentedly. How my body loved his fingers, his hands and mouth. When his touch lessened, a slow smile spread across his face.
He’d pressed the soiled scrap of velvet to his face and inhaled luxuriously. “My mind cannot think quickly enough to capture this
