I searched his face for any sign of hesitation or indication that he was forcing himself to do this because he thought it was whatIwanted. The last thing either of us needed was for him to feel like he had to perform after what he’d just told me.
“You’re sure?”
He nodded, and against my thigh, I felt him getting hard again.
“And just so I’m clear, what does that mean? What, specifically, is it that you want?”
Constant consent and verbal check-ins hadn’t ever really been my dynamic with Wyatt, and that was okay for us, but knowing what I now knew about Taylor and his experiences, it was important to set those boundaries. To give him agency to define what was going to happen here. More precisely, whatwasn’tgoing to happen.
“What Iwant,” he said, rolling his hips over mine, his cock digging into my thigh, “is you flat on your back, moaning my name while I suck your dick.”
I huffed out a laugh, warmth spreading through my chest and lower. “Well, okay then.”
His answering grin promised trouble. “Good. Now let me remind you what this mouth can do.”
I parted my legs, combing my fingers through the soft, thick strands of his hair as he settled between them. “As if I could ever forget.”
CHAPTER 7
TAYLOR
I’d triedlike hell over the years to block out the memory of how Sebastian’s skin felt beneath my fingertips, the smell of his cologne, the taste of his mouth.
I’d failed. Badly.
My hands trembled as I unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his skin and a smattering of dark hair. God, I’d forgotten how different this could feel.
Women were soft curves and smooth skin, but Sebastian was hard planes and rough texture, and it set me on fire in a way nothing else had in ten long years.
I ran my fingers over his abs, feeling them tense under my touch, before flicking open the button at his waist. My hands felt clumsy as I pulled his slacks down and off, tossing them over my shoulder. They landed somewhere across the room with a soft thud. Given how nice they were, I probably should have treated them with more care, but from the way Sebastian was looking at me, I didn’t think he gave a shit.
He shivered as I slid to my knees, goosebumps breaking out on his skin. When I rubbed my palms up and down his legs, the dark, wiry hair rough against my skin, he moaned.
I glanced up to see him watching me, completely focused, and hooked my fingers in the elastic of his boxers, peeling them off slowly, my hands shaking.
“Jesus, Sebastian, I forgot how pretty your cock is.”
My mouth watered, remembering how he tasted.
I spread his thighs wider and turned my head to kiss the inside of the left one, licking and sucking marks into his skin as I moved higher.
I looked up again to gauge his reaction. I hadn’t done this in a decade. His eyes were closed, and his cheeks were flushed. The duvet was twisted tightly in his fingers, his abs flexing with every uneven breath. I hadn’t even touched him yet, but he was already strung tight, his whole body trembling.
The sight was a reminder of how much he used to enjoy being teased. How he’d get so worked up from anticipation alone that he’d be shaking by the time I finally put my mouth on him.
I needed to see if that was still true.
I blew softly over the short, wiry curls at the base of his cock, and he moaned, lifting his hips off the bed in search of friction. “Oh god.”
“No. Just me,” I smirked.
He chuckled softly. “I’m trying very hard right now not to force that smirking mouth of yours down onto my cock.”
In all the times we’d been together before, Sebastian had never been rough with me. But the thought of him guiding my head down and pushing forcefully into my mouth …
My gut tightened.
Yeah, I might just like that.
