“You’re doing so well,” I murmured against his skin.
His cock jerked against his stomach, leaking freely now.
“You like that, don’t you?” I asked before plunging back in, fucking him with my tongue until his thighs trembled around my ears. “Being told how good you are at something.”
“Fuck, Seb.” His voice cracked, his hips grinding down. “I didn’t know it could feel like this. I never imagined.” Another moan broke free as I circled his rim with the tip of my tongue. “Is this … is this what it feels like to get fucked?”
I smiled against him, my tongue plunging deep again before I pulled back just far enough to speak. “This? This is just the beginning.”
I worked my tongue inside him again, and he let out a string of gibberish that made me smile. “If I had my way, I’d open you up slowly—first like this, then using my fingers.”
“Fuck!” Taylor gasped. “Yes, please.”
His eagerness lit me up from the inside out. After everything he’d told me last night, here he was, wanting more and trusting me to give it to him.
“I’d find that perfect spot inside you—the one that would make your eyes roll back in your head—and I’d show you how good it can be when someone knows what they’re doing. And only once you were ready—only when you werebeggingfor it—thenI’d give you my cock. Slow and deep at first, so you could feel every inch of me. Or hard and fast, because that might be what you need instead. Either way, I’d make sure you loved it.”
His moans grew louder, more ragged, his hips rocking against my mouth with desperate, uncoordinated thrusts. “Jesus, Seb. Fuck.” His voice broke into a harsh cry. “I want that. I want you to fuck me.”
He shouted my name as he came, his whole body going rigid before the tension snapped. I lapped up every drop until he was boneless and spent beneath me, licked completely clean.
“Next time.”
The words hung between us—half promise, half wish.
What was I doing, making promises I couldn’t keep? There might not be a next time. Probably wouldn’t be.
But fuck if I didn’t want there to be.
I needed to focus onthismoment. Commit it to memory so I could relive it whenever I wanted.
I pulled back, taking in the sight of him—wrecked and satisfied, chest heaving, looking at me like I’d just given him something he never knew he’d needed.
God, I wanted to fulfill every fantasy I’d just whispered against his skin. Wanted to be the one to show him how good this could be.
But wanting something and having it were two very different things.
Taylor swallowed hard, his eyes tracking to my dick, hard and aching and flushed. “Fuck my face, Seb. Fill me up. I need it.”
I couldn’t find the words, and even if I had them, I didn’t trust my voice.
Instead, I climbed up his body, bracing my knees on either side of his head, and fed him my cock. My head tipped back, a low groan rumbling from my chest as his throat worked around me. I fucked into that tight heat slowly at first, then harder, my hands gripping the headboard for leverage.
Taylor moaned around me, the extra sensation nearly sending me over the edge. His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into me to hold me in place as he took me as deep as possible.
I came hard, watching him as he swallowed every last drop.
When the last tremor faded, I carefully pulled back and collapsed beside him on the sweaty, rumpled sheets, my chest heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
Taylor turned onto his side to face me. He reached for my hand, our fingers linking automatically.
Ten years apart, and we still fit.
It made walking away impossible to imagine. But in a few hours, I’d be heading back to D.C., back to a life that suddenly felt empty and bleak.
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to him.
Fuck. I might not ever be.
