I watched as beads of sweat gathered in the hollow of his throat and tracked down his chest. On my next thrust, my knee twinged with a sharp jolt of pain that was there and gone in a flash. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not with him looking down at me like that.
Sebastian braced one hand on my shoulder and reached back with the other, gripping my thigh for leverage, his blunt nails leaving half-moon indentations in my skin. The new angle made us both swear at the same time. I wrapped my hand around his cock and jacked him hard and fast.
His rhythm stuttered, and his face went slack, his eyes glazing over and his kiss-swollen lips parting.
“You gonna come for me, Seb?”
He nodded, a lock of his auburn hair sticking to his forehead as he spilled hot and thick over my fist, his ass clenching around me.
I crushed him against me, my free arm locked around his sweat-slicked back. My hips stuttered, and white-hot pleasure radiated from my groin to my fingertips as I emptied into him with a hoarse cry.
Through it all, Sebastian never stopped moving. He continued rolling his hips in lazy circles, his skin prickling beneath my fingertips, goosebumps spreading across his back as he rocked against me, his movements growing slower and gentler as I softened inside him.
When I finally slipped free, he shuddered, and I felt the warm trickle of my cum trailing out of him and down my inner thigh.
“You want more?” I asked, my hand curving into the cleft between his ass.
He hummed and nodded, his eyes heavy-lidded.
Christ. I didn’t think I’d ever get over how hungry this man was for me, how he could come and still want more, like he needed to be filled and claimed over and over and over again.
I traced my fingertip through the slickness at his hole, my finger sliding in easily.
Sebastian sighed and collapsed against me, his forehead dropping to the crook of my neck as I worked it deeper. His breath was hot against my throat, his lips dragging across my pulse point as I slowly pushed my cum back inside where he wanted it. His hips found a languid rhythm, rocking back to meet each gentle push of my finger.
“More,” I heard him whisper against my skin.
I added a second finger, and he melted further into me. I curled my fingers upward and pressed gently. Sebastian’s body went taut, a tremor running from his shoulders down his thighs. His breath caught, a strangled sound escaping his throat as his fingers dug into my skin.
“Too much?” I asked, kissing his hair, my fingers stilling inside him.
His head rocked back and forth against my shoulder.
“Too good,” he mumbled against my skin. “Fuck.”
“Should I keep going?”
He nodded.
I chuckled and started moving again. “You’re such a slut for it.”
He pulled back and looked me in the eye. “Only for you,” he whispered.
I understood what he was telling me without him actually having to say the words, and I appreciated him all the more for it.
This was ours alone.
I’d been working on my jealousy. I knew it wasn’t fair to carry it into the relationship we were trying to build, that Wyatt was the past and I was the present and hopefully the future. I knew all of that intellectually, in the way you can know something without quite being able to make your gut believe it.
I kissed him, and my cock pulsed, growing slightly hard. Not fully, but enough to give me an idea.
“I want to be back inside you.”
He nodded, and I slid my fingers free.
I wasn’t hard enough to make this easy, so it took some doing. Sebastian wrapped his hand around me to help, both of us adjusting the angle, until he opened around me.The sound he made when I slid home was soft and relieved, like he’d been needing this, too.
I didn’t chase another orgasm—didn’t even know if I could have one. We just moved slowly, his face tucked against my neck. This wasn’t about getting off.
