Fuck.
After only a couple of hours with him, I wanted everything.
More of this.
More of his cock.
But mostly, just him, back in my life.
Which made absolutely zero sense. Tonight was supposed to be it. A one and done for old time’s sake. A sexy trip down memory lane.
I needed to remember that. To not make this out to be more than it was.
I was about to tell Sebastian that I wanted him to return the favor when I felt his dick pressing into my stomach.
“You’re hard again?” I asked, a touch of envy slipping into my voice. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been able to go two rounds back to back.
He sat back on his heels with a shit-eating grin, wrapping his hand around his dick and giving himself a slow stroke. “Quick refractory period has its benefits.”
“Lucky bastard.” I huffed out a laugh.
Or maybeIwas the lucky one because that meant I could have him again before I went back to my room.
He smirked, but then his face turned serious. “Tell me what you need, Taylor. I want this to be good for you.”
“It has been good. So fucking good.” My voice came out rough, scraped raw with emotions I was trying so damn hard to keep at bay.
His hand slid up my chest to rest over my heart, and I wondered if he could feel how hard it was pounding.
“Whatever you need, Tay.”
My throat felt tight. What did I need? To not fuck this up. To somehow make ten years apart disappear.
“I just need you.”
Shit. Where the hell had that come from? I sounded like some lovesick fool, not a guy having a casual hookup with his ex.
But when Sebastian’s expression softened, I couldn’t bring myself to take it back.
He straddled my lap, his gaze flicking down to the button of my jeans and then back up.
I nodded.
When he lowered the zipper, I lifted my hips so he could pull my pants and boxers down, tossing them away. He licked his palm and fisted my dick, watching me. He circled the head with his thumb, spreading my pre-cum over my skin.
I moaned.
“I love your cock,” he told me, his voice raspy, as he inched forward to line us up. “So long and thick.” He spat into his hand and started stroking us together, watching our cocks sliding through his fist.
All the while, I watched him—the way his jaw clenched, the wya he was breathing hard, completely focused on what he was doing to us.
He twisted his wrist on the downstroke, and I whimpered before I could stop myself.
“That’s it,” he encouraged as I thrust into his hand, lost to the sort of pleasure only Sebastian had ever been able to give me.
And fuck, wasn’t that the truth?
Ten years of trying to find this feeling with someone else, and here it was, like no time had passed at all. Like my body remembered him even when my brain had tried to forget.
