I upped the pace anyway, massaging his balls with one hand as I took him to the hilt. Sebastian moaned, loud, and the vibrations through my cock sent me over the edge. With one thrust, I came into his mouth, and seconds later I tasted the bitter saltiness of his release on my tongue. I swallowed as much as I could before finally coming up for air, and his cock gave a few little pumps onto his stomach, which I licked up. For completeness, obviously.
An insistent tap on one thigh reminded me that I was still buried in Sebastian’s mouth, and I pulled myself away as he coughed.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, scrambling around to face him.
Sebastian used one muscular arm to pull me closer. “Nothing to be sorry for,” he said, kissing me on the forehead. I let myself sink fully into his embrace, laying my head on his hairier chest as he stroked my back. “I enjoyed the taste of you,.”
“Me too,” I said. “Round two?”
Sebastian’s deflating cock gave a half-hearted twitch. “You may be able to go again, but I will need another hour at least.”
“I bet you I can get you back up and running in half an hour,” I joked. Half joked.
“A bet? And what do you get if you win?”
“Your cock at the back of my throat?”
“Sounds like a deal,Teodoro.”
Half an hour, I won my bet. And took my prize as deep as I dared.
Sebastian
Ihad won races. Earned millions of euros. Flirted with a championship and gained the adoration of hundreds of thousands of fans worldwide. So would it be an exaggeration to say that my week with Theo was the best of my life? No, it wouldn’t.
Five days of finally being able to admit to one another the sheer want that been running like an undercurrent for at least a year. Five days of being able to touch Theo, of being able to lounge skin-to-skin under the sun, or kiss in the pool. And to put my hands on him whenever and wherever I liked, because he was always as ready as a coiled spring. We hadn’t said no to one another because we were in one long, constant state ofyes.
But all good things had to come to an end. Theo sat opposite me on the terrace lounge set, gazing over his cup at me as he sipped the latte I’d made for him this morning. Like I’d made for him every morning this week. It was becoming dangerously close to feeling routine.
“I have to go, don’t I?” Theo asked quietly.
“If we don’t want our team principles to kick our asses, we both have to go, Teodoro.” I tried to keep my voice level. To be the older, sensible voice of reason as I had been for us so many times. But it was very hard.
“I’ve loved every minute of being with you,” said Theo.
“And I with you,” I replied. I ducked my head as I took a sip of my coffee, trying to level my expression. “I wish you wouldn’t talk like this is goodbye, mi amor.”
“You don’t want it to be a goodbye, to…us?” asked Theo.
“It can be whatever you want it to be, but you know it would break my heart if you thought this was a one-week fling. I have wanted you for a very long time, and this week hasn’t dulled that.”
“Oh,” it was Theo’s turn to duck his head.
I slid across the sofa to him and tilted his chin upward with one finger. “Do you want to carry this on, Teodoro?”
“More than anything,” he breathed. I leaned in to kiss him, and captured his lips with mine, savouring the warmth and taste of coffee on his tongue.
“Then we continue, as…partners,” I said, the word rolling off my tongue.
Theo’s breath ghosted over my lips. “Partners?” he asked. “Like…boyfriends?”
“Like boyfriends, yes,” I grinned, leaning forward to peck him twice on the lips again.
“And…would people know?” he asked.
“Have you ever hidden who you are?” I asked.
“Well, I’ve never really said it out loud. But I’d like people to know that we’re together,” Theo said. “I guess Magnus and Damian in your team led the way. It’s not so scary any more.”
