My best friend.
And I needed to know what he tasted like.
“You want me, Seb?”
He nodded. “So fucking bad.”
“Then have me.”
Sebastian’s hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my bottom lip. Then he leaned in and kissed me, soft at first, his tongue peeking out to test the waters.
When I opened my mouth, everything changed. He groaned and pressed closer, his tongue sliding against mine, his hand tightening in my hair. There was nothing gentle or tentative about his mouth on mine now.
He kissed me like he’d been holding back for a long fucking time. Like now that he’d started, he couldn’t stop.
And lord knew, I sure as shit didn’t want him to.
Sebastian eventually broke the kiss with a low groan, his forehead dropping to mine. “Fuck, Tay.”
“I know,” I said, my hands curling into his shirt.
He pushed me back against the couch, following me down. I pulled him closer, dragging my mouth over his. And then we were both moving at once, his weight settling on top of me, and yeah. That was better. His hips pressed against mine, and the sound he made this time wasn’t even a word, just a broken exhale as our mouths crashed together again.
The kiss turned messy and hungry, like neither of us could get enough, fast enough. I sucked on Sebastian’s tongue, and he made a low, growling sound in the back of his throat, his hand sliding down my side to grip my hip and lock me in place.
I rocked up into him, chasing the pressure, and his whole body shuddered. His mouth moved from my jaw to my throat, his fingers digging into me hard enough to leave a bruise.
Then his hips stuttered, losing their rhythm, and he went rigid above me, breathing hard, his face buried against my neck.
I was hard as fuck, my balls aching, my brain practically mush, but I knew exactly what that meant. “Did you just?”
“Don’t,” he groaned, his voice muffled against my shoulder. “Please don’t say it.”
I shifted, trying to get him to look at me. “Seb, that was?—”
“Pathetic,” he finished.
I shook my head, but realized he couldn’t see me with his head in the crook of my neck. I moved my hand under his chin and lifted. “That was the hottest thing ever.”
“Yeah?”
“Spank bank material for life. So fucking hot.”
His hand drifted over my stomach, his finger rubbing over the waistband of my jeans. “You haven’t yet,” he said quietly.
“No shit.” I laughed, but it came out strained. I was so hard it hurt.
“Can I … ” He swallowed. “Can I suck you?”
My brain short-circuited.
I’d never imagined Sebastian would look at me like he was starving for a taste of me.
And I’d also never wanted anything more than I wanted his mouth on me.
That feeling from earlier—like everything that had happened tonight was always leading to this exact moment—washed over me again.
“Yeah,” I said, already reaching for my button. “Yeah, fuck, yes.”
