“Believe me now?” he rasps.
My eyes have adjusted enough to the dark that I can make out the curve of his lips and the gleam in his eyes. With the moonlight catching on his two horns from behind, he looks every bit as seductive as the devil he dressed up as.
I swallow thickly, my voice hoarse as I whisper, “Yeah.”
“Good.”
“But… Ana…”
“What about her?”
“She likes you.”
“And I like you, Sebastian. A lot. You’re the one I want. Don’t tell me you don’t feel the same. The way you looked at me at the patch…”
I bite my lip. And here I thought I was being subtle.
“You were trying to hide it, weren’t you? But you couldn’t. It was adorable. And so freaking hot.”
Heat spreads from my neck to the tips of my ears. He liked that? Me getting all flustered?
“You can squeeze, you know,” he says. “Go ahead.”
“Josh…”
“You want to. You’re dying to. It’s written all over your face. Give that cock a good squeeze, Sebastian.”
“I… I…”
“Allow yourself to feel this. It’s okay. Touch me.”
“Fuck, Josh...” I breathe, but my fingers do exactly what he says. I squeeze, tight, the heat of his dick pulsing through the fabric. “I… God, you’re hard.”
“For you.” He leans closer, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. “I’m so fucking hard for you.”
I let out a needy whimper, unable to hold back any longer. I can barely breathe. Barely think. All my senses are focused on the throbbing erection beneath my fingers.
“Can I touch you, too?” he asks.
“Yes,” I blurt out before I can stop myself.
Josh reaches out, and his big, warm hand settles on the front of my pants. He squeezes gently, the pressure sending a bolt of pleasure through me.
“Hm. Someone’s a little hard, too,” he murmurs.
I can hear the smirk in his voice, the triumphant glee. It must feel great to reduce a guy to a horny, whimpering mess.
His thumb rubs along the length of my cock, stroking the denim, and my hips twitch forward, chasing the friction.
For a moment, I forget everything. The party, the blackout, Ana. I barely register the people still nearby, chatting and laughing, waiting for the lights to come back. All I can focus on are those big, strong, calloused fingers wrapped around my aching cock, squeezing, rubbing. And the weight of him in my hand.
“How does that feel, Sebas? Can I call you Sebas?”
“Yeah,” I breathe. “It feels... God, it feels... so good.”
“Mm. Tell me. What went through your head earlier when you saw me? You still haven’t said.”
“At the patch?”
