“I just…thought that you wanted this too,” I said. “Not just the fooling around but something else. But I guess you got it out of your system.”
Sebastian chuckled, and I wriggled out of his hold.
“Don’t laugh at me,” I said, feeling my face redden. “I don’t want to feel rejectedandstupid.”
“Teodoro. You are never stupid to me. I was just giving you space. I did not want to push you further than you you were willing to go. And Ihavebeen hinting.”
“You haven’t!”
“Do you really think you need sun cream every half an hour? Or that I need to apply it even to your thighs underneath your shorts?” Sebastian asked, the grin stretching at his cheeks like he couldn’t help himself.
“…perhaps not.”
“Or that I really wanted to show you my new bedding set?”
“I thought you really liked Egyptian cotton!”
“That I always insist on swimming naked, and drying off in the sun?”
“…oh.” I felt really stupid now, and held my arms around my torso like it would stop the embarrassment from bursting out. Sebastian didn’t seem to care, reaching for me and pulling me into a tight hug against his chest again.
“I have been desperate to feel you again,Teodoro.Just not when I was handling a pan of food hot enough to burn your perfect skin. OK?”
“…OK,” I muttered against his collarbone, extricating my hands so that I could touch his body properly in return.
“Would you like to see my Egyptian cotton bedding again,Teodoro?”
“Yes please. I reallyloveEgyptian cotton. Can’t get enough of it.”
Sebastian took my hand, and a thrill ran through me. How could it be that just holding his hand could make me feel so good? And how would it feel to be—
I stopped myself thinking before I could get too overexcited, and let Sebastian lead me by the hand up to his bedroom. TheEgyptian cotton really was lovely, and the closed shutters over open windows cast slivers of light and let a breeze flow through the room.
I didn’t have long to admire the decor. Sebastian dragged me to the bed and pushed me down with as much force as I’d always suspected he was capable of. He grinned at me, a wolfish grin framed by a couple of days of stubble, then grabbed at the waistband of my shorts to rip them down. I had hardly a second to relax and lift my hips up so that he didn’t drag me off the bed with them.
My cock was already hard, and sprang free. Sebastian ripped his t-shirt off as well as his shorts and then was climbing on top of me, pushing me back towards the pillows and laying the whole length of his body over mine, carefully grinding his cock against mine in a way that had me bucking up against him. It was no use. He was heavier than me and practically an immovable object as he teased me by grinding into me. One arm wrapped around the back of my neck and pushed my mouth to the crook of his shoulder, and I bit down gently. Sebastian moaned and pushed me ever further into the mattress, so I licked and sucked at the skin until I was sure I’d caused a mark. Sebastian’s other hand found a gap between us and held our two cocks together in a vice-like grip.
“Fuck, you really love frotting, don’t you,” I said as I came up for air. Sure enough, I’d left a dark bruise on Sebastian’s skin. I loved marking him, so I dipped my mouth back to make another mark.
“I just love the feel of your cock,” said Sebastian, giving a tug and a twist to emphasise the point.
I was seeing stars. “I just want to taste you,” I moaned, admiring the second hickey I’d made.
Sebastian grinned. “I want to taste you too.”
“Well isn’t that a conundrum,” I mused, running one hand down his back towards the crease of his arse, which was just out of reach.
Without any warning, Sebastian’s grip on my neck tightened and he was flipping us so that he was on the bottom. “Turn around, Theo,” he said.
My heart was beating a million miles an hour as I swung one leg over his body to shift myself so that I was face to face with his cock. It was practically throbbing, and I wrapped one hand around the hard, warm length of it. I Squeezed and pulled, as one clear drop of premium oozed from the tip.I leaned down to taste it with one gentle lick. I took Sebastian’s moan as an encouragement to carry on, and slowly took more of his cock into my mouth until his head was touching the back of my throat. I breathed through my nose as I pulled more moans from Sebastian’s lips. Then his hands tightened around my thighs and manoeuvred me just a little until I felt his cool breath ghosting over the tip of my cock.
And then I was sinking into his mouth and sucking him at the same time.
I’d always thought 69ing was overrated. Too much to concentrate on, too many cocks ruining the broth, to warp a phrase. But there was something about the feeling of sinking right to the back of Sebastian’s throat and doing my best to do the same to him, though his extra length made it difficult. The pure pleasure of serving the man and hearing him choke on me at the same time. His hands gripped the back of my thighs so that I couldn’t pull out, so he was obviously enjoying as much as I was.
With one arm bracing myself, I played with his heavy balls with my free hand as I took him deeper and deeper, opening my throat to take him to the base as best I could. Sebastian’s hands were getting all the more creative. I felt a finger wander andstroke my exposed hole. A shiver ran through me that I couldn’t control.
I couldn’t tell Sebastian that I could feel my orgasm building. But I could feel his balls pulling in closer in my hand, so I hoped he was as close as I was.
