He catches me staring.
“See something you like?”
My lips curve. “More like something I want to sit on.”
Sebastian’s brows shoot up. “Get in the bath before I bend you over the sink instead.”
Hot damn. I step in first, the water wrapping around me like a warm exhale. It’s hotter than expected, but not in a way I mind. I sink deeper, moaning as the heat settles into my muscles. It’s a hug. One I didn’t know I needed. Sebastian follows, settling behind me, pulling me between his legs with a strength that feels possessive in the best way. My back meets his chest, and when his arms cage around me, I melt instantly. He reaches for the washcloth, lathers it slowly, and starts at my shoulders. The rhythm is lazy, thorough, his lips brushing behind my ear as he works.
“You do so much,” he says softly. “For him. For me. I don’t think I’ve ever said thank you properly.”
“You don’t have to,” I whisper, eyes fluttering shut.
“I do.”
His touch drifts lower, over my arms, my collarbone, down to my stomach. But it’s not about seduction. Not yet. It’s gentle. Reverent. Like he’s learning me with every pass of his hands.
“I’ve never…” I start, then hesitate.
He pauses. “What?”
“I’ve never had someone do this for me.”
He pulls me in tighter. “Then let me.”
I do. Every sweep of the cloth, every slow glide of his palm, feels like a quiet promise. A confession. And when he presses into the tight knot beneath my shoulder blade, a soft moan escapes me. Without thinking, I shift, and his cock brushes against my lower back, hard and waiting. That’s all it takes to convince me to turn around in the water, before climbing over him until I’m straddling his lap.
The warm bath sloshes between us as I settle on top of him. Sebastian’s hands find my hips, grounding me. I reach between us, wrap my fingers around him, and guide him in.
We both gasp.
“Christ,” he rasps. “You feel p—”
“Don’t say perfect.” My breath catches, heart racing. “Not unless you mean it.”
His arm wraps tighter around my waist, his mouth brushing my ear as he groans. “I do. Fuck, I do.”
A tremble rolls through me. I close my eyes and start to move, letting the stretch claim me inch by inch. Letting the weight of him, the heat, the connection, sink all the way in. His hand slides up my waist before cupping the back of my neck.
“Look at me,” he rasps.
When I do, the look on his face unravels something fierce inside me. It’s not just lust. It’s more.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
I kiss him. Softly at first. But it doesn’t stay soft. It never does with us. His tongue tangles with mine, pulling moans from deep in my throat as I ride him harder. Then his hand is in my hair, tugging, tipping my head back.
“Bash—” I gasp, my voice already unravelling. His mouth moves to my neck, kissing, tasting, dragging his tongue along the column of my throat. His teeth scrape the skin, and I whimper.
“You make me fucking feral for you,” he growls, thrusting up to meet me. Water sloshes over the rim, but neither of us flinches. We’re far past caring. I thread my fingers into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.
My lips brush his jaw, breath shaky. “Then lose control. Don’t hold back.”
His grip tightens on my hips, hauling me down hard until I’m fully seated on him again. A gasp punches from my throat as he fills me deeply. He tilts his head up, mouth hot at my ear.
“Only if you lose it with me, Trouble,” he whispers. “Let me hear how good my cock feels in your greedy little cunt.”
I moan loudly. Probably louder than necessary. But I don’t care. Because this is what he asked for. And it feels so fucking good, I’d shout it from the rooftops if he told me to.
