My response is a breathless shake of the head.
“No,” I whisper. “Don’t stop. Not now.”
He groans, a sound so guttural, so broken with need it feels like it’s pulled straight from his core. His hands tighten at my thighs, anchoring me in place as his mouth finally, finally descends.
The first pass of his tongue is torturous, slow, almostexperimental. He tastes me like he’s never tasted anything before, like I’m something sweet and decadent, meant to be savored over hours, not seconds. A gasp rips from my throat, and I clamp my teeth down to keep it from turning into something louder, more dangerous.
He flattens his tongue and drags it up the length of my center, pressing into me with a rhythm that immediately has my hips twitching against him. His grip adjusts, one hand splayed against my lower belly to keep me still, the other sliding around the back of my thigh to keep me open for him.
It’s maddening.
Each flick of his tongue is more deliberate than the last, targeted, devastating, paced to unravel me one trembling inch at a time. The fire building low in my stomach starts to coil tighter, heat pulsing through me as I brace harder against the edge of the desk. His stubble grazes the inside of my thigh, the friction a sharp contrast to the wet slide of his tongue. It’s too much. Not enough. Perfectly ruinous.
And he knows exactly what he’s doing.
He moans into me, low, vibrating directly against my clit, and I nearly fall apart.
“Sebastian-” I breathe, barely able to form the syllables.
He growls against me in answer, and the sound alone nearly pushes me over the edge. His lips wrap around the sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking with gentle, agonizing rhythm, while his tongue teases, circling again and again until my thighs are trembling and my fingers ache from gripping the wood.
I can’t stop the sounds escaping me. Whispered cries. Hitched breaths. Desperate, broken pleas I didn’t know I was capable of making. He drinks down every sound like it feeds him, pulling me closer, licking deeper, refusing to let me go.
When the orgasm takes me, it doesn’t just crest, it crashes.
Hard.
My entire body clenches, then dissolves, every nerve sparking to life as white heat floods me. I convulse against his mouth, trying to stay silent, tryingnotto scream as wave after wave drags me under.
He doesn’t stop.
He keeps licking, gentler now, coaxing every last shiver from me, until I collapse fully back against the desk, chest heaving, soaked in sweat, silk tangled around my hips.
Finally, he rises.
Slowly.
And when I see him, his lips wet, flushed with want, eyes blown black with restraint, I nearly fall apart all over again. He places his hands on either side of me, caging me in, his body a wall of heat, his cock still achingly hard and barely restrained beneath his linen towel.
But before either of us can say a word, we freeze.
Laughter.
Voices outside the door.
Too close. Too loud.
I panic, breath catching in my throat, and for a moment, Sebastian’s only response is to gently lean his forehead against mine. Our bodies remain tangled, our scent heavy in the room, the evidence of what we’ve done unmistakable in the air.
If anyone opens that door, we’d beruined.
But he doesn’t let go of me. Doesn’t step back. He brushes his thumb across my cheek, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear like this moment is normal. Like he didn’t just kneel for me. Worship me. Devour me whole.
When the voices fade down the corridor, I finally speak, voice low, unsteady.
“Sebastian…”
His name falls from my lips like a secret I should neversay out loud, but even now, I don’t regret it. Not when he looks at me like that.
