“I want you to fuck me just like this, okay, Devon?” Sebastian ground out as he began pumping his hips against mine. “Face to face cause I need to know…”
“Know what, baby?” I asked. He once again had one hand planted in my hair. The other was pressed against the wall behind him so he could use it to grind against me. His desperation for release was like a living thing. I could hear it in the way he spoke, could feel it in the way he clung to me.
“Need to know you see me.Me.”
His statement was the reminder I needed that even if he wasn’t as tipsy as he’d been earlier in the evening, he was still in an incredibly vulnerable place emotionally… and now physically. As badly as I wanted him… needed him, I couldn’t…wouldn’ttake advantage of him like that.
Wanting me to fuck him face to face made it pretty clear that Rick’s cruel treatment had included keeping Sebastian at an emotional distance during sex. It made me want to rip Rick apart all over again for being such a complete and utter bastard.
“Devon, please,” Sebastian began begging. I could hear that his throat was thick withtears. I told myself to end this, to bring him down gently, but something about the way he was looking at me told me that for whatever reason, he really did need this… me. And not just to physically get off, either.
I leaned in and kissed him hard again, then gripped his ass firmly with one hand so I could stroke him with the other. The thong he was wearing had a cup on the front that was doing a pretty good job of keeping Sebastian’s aroused cock tucked against his body. Since I didn’t want to release him long enough to remove the underwear, I pressed my entire body against Sebastian’s and said, “Hang on to me, sweetheart.”
Sebastian happily wrapped himself around me. I kept him up against the wall as I used both hands to rip the underwear. Sebastian let out a little cry of pleasure at the sound and as soon as I pushed the fabric off one leg, he began grinding eagerly against me. I ignored the rest of the underwear since I had the access I needed. I palmed Sebastian’s ass again and used my other hand to search out his dick. It was definitely a strange thing to be touching another man’s junk for the first time in my life, but nothing about it felt wrong. And Sebastian’s reaction to my hand coming into contact with his sensitive skin was the ultimate encouragement. He cried and bucked and begged as I tried to figure out how much pressure to use and how fast and hard to stroke him. I finally settled for giving him what I liked myself. Sebastian’s shoulders pressed back against the wall and his fingers dug into the fabric of my shirt as he twisted and writhed against my pumps. Pre-cum was dampening my hand with every stroke. I had Sebastian pressed up against the wall so hard, I was sure he’d have bruises in the morning, but it was the only way I could keep him in that position and give him the touch he was so desperate for.
“Fuck, yes, harder, Devon. Please!”
I fisted him with longer, harder, faster pumps of my hand as I let the finger of my free hand caress the crease of his ass. Sebastian began crying as he curled his arms around my shoulders and buried his face in my neck. His hot, heavy breaths wafted over my skin as he begged me repeatedly to go faster and harder. His whispered pleas were the ultimate aphrodisiac, and I began grinding my dick against the underside of his ass. I was still wearing my pants so I had no hope of feeling his silky skin against mine, but I didn’t care.
“So close. So close, Devon,” Sebastian panted.
“Come for me, baby,” I demanded. I remembered what he’d said about wanting to be face to face with me, so I sought out his mouth long enough to force him to lift his head. He began grunting as his body locked up tight in my arms and I tore my mouth free of his.
“Keep your eyes on me, Bastian,” I ordered firmly.
He was covered in sweat and his skin was flushed. His pupils were blown and I knew he was completely at my mercy… dependent on me for everything in that moment. It was a heady experience that made me forget my own need to come. Instead, I focused on him and only him. I stroked him and teased his crack until I felt that moment where his body was teetering on the edge. Then I leaned into him and whispered, “You’re mine, Bastian. No pretending about it. Do you hear me?”
His response was a wail of relief as his body bowed in my arms. His fingers dug into my skin and his legs locked around my waist as he thrust up into my hand. Hot liquid began spewing between us as he came. Sebastian dropped his head back against the wall as he rode out what had to be a nearly painful orgasm. I continued to jerk him off, milking every jet of semen that shot from his body until he finally sagged in relief. I released his cock so I could catch his weight with both hands, then I was sliding us both to the floor because my own trembling knees were threatening to buckle. Sebastian ended up like a wet noodle beneath me. I kissed him softly all over his face and neck as he remained in his blissed-out state. He had one hand splayed out above his head, but the other was running through my hair again.
Several minutes passed in silence before Sebastian moved, but only so he could snuggle closer to me. I moved off him and tucked him up against my side. His hand settled on my chest. He started toying with my chest hair.
“What about you? You didn’t…” he said wearily, then started to move his hand down my body. It was true that I was still hard as a rock, but I wouldn’t have changed a thing about what had just happened between us. It’d been one of the most moving experiences of my life and I hadn’t even found my release. If I did ever have the chance to fully make love to Sebastian, I’d probably die from the pleasure.
I grabbed Sebastian’s hand and pulled it up to my mouth. I pressed a kiss against his palm. “I’m perfect,” I whispered before looking at him. “Absolutely perfect.” I leaned in to kiss him but kept the caress soft.
“Will you stay for a little while?” Sebastian asked carefully, tiredly.
No doubt his insecurity was another one of the remnants of Rick’s treatment. The asshole had probably used Sebastian and left right afterwards to go home to his husband.
“Not going anywhere,” I said.
I was sure Sebastian had dozed off a few minutes later but then he suddenly said,“He told me he didn’t want kids.”
I knew who “he” was.
“I always wanted a big family because it’d just been me and my mom growing up. She used to jump from guy to guy and didn’t care that they were just using her. I swore I’d never be like her. Rick was… he was actually my first boyfriend… my first everything, really. I told him I wanted to have kids someday, but he said he didn’t… that he wanted it to be just me and him. I was…”
Sebastian fell silent for a moment, but I didn’t encourage him one way or the other. The moment felt like another defining one between us, and I didn’t want to mess it up.
“I was willing to give all that up for him because I was so desperate not to be alone. I guess I ended up being just like my mom anyway.”
“I don’t believe that, Bastian,” I murmured as I ran my fingers up and down his arm. “You don’t strike me as the type of person to give up your dreams. Maybe you were hoping if you stuck it out a little longer, he’d change his mind, but I don’t believe for a second that you would have given up the life you wanted for him.”
He didn’t respond, but I took it as a good sign when he continued to tap his fingers against my chest.
“I’m really tired, Devon.”
I suspected he was talking about more than just being physically exhausted.
