Sebastian huffed, shaking his head and refusing to answer. Viggo had rocked his world unlike anything he’d ever experienced, but if he was going to be smug about it, there was no way Sebastian would admit to it.
“It was all right,” Sebastian said, deceptively casual. His spent cock twitched at the way Viggo narrowed his eyes. “Best ever.”
Viggo squeezed his jaw, moving his face down so that they were nose to nose, and Sebastian held his breath. Viggo looked into his eyes, everything about him making Sebastian feel small and submissive, before his face split into a grin and he kissed him. His tongue pushed into Sebastian’s mouth, dominating and laying claim, and when he lifted up, Sebastian had to struggle to catch his breath.
Viggo grinned. “Good. I’d hate to disappoint.”
Licking his lips, Sebastian stared up at the werewolf looking down at him. Viggo was still holding his jaw, the span of his fingers stretching from ear to ear, the side of his palm resting just over his Adam’s apple.
Somehow, Sebastian couldn’t imagine anyone ever being disappointed in Viggo. Terrified of him, absolutely, but not disappointed.
“You didn’t,” Sebastian said, blushing when Viggo’s smile softened, shifting from smug cockiness to something more fond.
“Good.” Viggo moved his thumb, brushing it down over his cheek and tracing his bottom lip. “I guess that means it’s my turn now. Yes?”
Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat, his nerves roaring back with full force. He licked his lips, startled when the tip of his tongue met the pad of Viggo’s thumb. The alpha grinned, pushing his thumb into Sebastian’s mouth, scraping over his teeth.
Big and invasive, Sebastian drooled around Viggo’s thumb as it moved further into his mouth. He kept his jaw slack, not sure if he was supposed to close his lips and suck on the intruding digit or await instructions.
He was just so nervous. Viggo had rocked his world and left him reeling just by giving him a simple blowjob, and he was terrified that he wouldn’t be able to handle what came next.
Viggo removed his thumb, tracing the wet digit over Sebastian’s lips, waiting for an answer.
“I…” Sebastian swallowed, pinned by Viggo’s intent gaze. “If you want?”
Viggo’s eyes darkened, his breaths coming a little faster. He pushed his index and ring fingers into Sebastian’s mouth, stroking over his tongue and almost making him gag when they reached for the back of his throat. They were sobig. Viggo withdrew his fingers and cupped Sebastian’s jaw again. He grinned. “I want. But don’t worry, I’ll be nice this time.”
Sebastian didn’t believe him. Viggo was practically a stranger, but if there was one thing he’d shown himself to be, it was that he wasn’tnice.
“Don’t believe me?” Viggo arched his eyebrow, climbing off the bed and holding out his hand for Sebastian. His fingers glistened with Sebastian’s slick spit.
“Should I?” Sebastian responded, taking his hand and letting him pull him off the bed. Unsteady on his feet, he pulled up his pants while Viggo held him with a firm grip on his shoulder. The slide of denim over his bruised inner thighs wastorture.
He looked up at Viggo, waiting for an answer.
“Most of the time,” Viggo said, moving his hand to the back of his neck and squeezing. “When it counts.”
That seemed right to Sebastian. Viggo came across as both playful and dominant – the kind of man who liked to have fun but who took his responsibilities seriously.
He was exactly Sebastian’s type, which was both a relief and intensely annoying.
Sebastian finished buttoning up his jeans and pulled up his zipper, flinching at the way the soft cotton of his briefs rubbed against his cock-head. When he was done, Viggo propelled him forward, walking towards the door.
“Where are we going?” Sebastian asked, letting himself be led but keeping his legs apart so that his thighs wouldn’t rub together.
“The living room.” Viggo stroked his thumb up and down under Sebastian’s ear. “I’m in the mood for a drink, and I’d like to enjoy it while you get on your knees and worship my cock.”
Sebastian didn’t stumble, but it was a close thing. He glanced at Viggo, observing him out of the corner of his eye, his gaze focused on the massive bulge distorting the line of his pants. When Viggo had asked for a blowjob, Sebastian had pictured getting pinned down and brutally skull-fucked – not kneeling between his legs and sucking him off like some kind of pampered pet.
Sebastian didn’t know if he was relieved or disappointed.
They headed down the stairs, Viggo leading them through the hall and into the sumptuously decorated living room. Sebastian looked around, taking in the thick Persian rugs, the dark wood furniture and the animal trophies mounted on the walls, feeling like he’d entered a rich person’s idea of a hunting lodge.
Viggo let go of his neck, leaving him standing by himself while he walked over to a bar over by the wall and poured himself a drink. Sebastian watched him, drinking in the sight of his broad back, thick thighs and big, muscular butt, swallowing noisily when his mouth filled with drool.
Ignoring Sebastian completely, Viggo carried his drink over to the oversized leather couch facing the fireplace and sat down, balancing his drink on the armrest and spreading his thighs wide, planting his socked feet flat on the floor.
His suit pants pulled tight across his massive package, the length of his cock clearly outlined against his thigh, and Sebastian couldn’t believe that he would be allowed to touch that.
