“I suck,” he groans suddenly into the kiss. I pull back a little and look down at him. He looks guilty and almost shameful. “I only brought one condom.”
I blink. Is he fucking serious? “When have you ever just slept with someone once in one night?”
He looks a little shocked. “Lots of times, actually. You’re the exception, Shay, not the rule.”
My heart does a backflip. Sebastian runs a hand through my hair, tucking it behind me ear. “Do you have any?”
I shake my head. He looks devastated, and I take it as a supreme compliment. It makes me feel incredibly confident. I smile deviously at him.
“You do suck,” I agree and start to move down his body, under the duvet. “Lucky for you I suck too.”
“Shayyyyyyyyy.” He holds theyuntil my mouth on his hard shaft strangles his voice.
I lick him from balls to tip and then cover the entire tip with my lips. I suck and pull off him and then do it again, moving a little lower, taking more of him into my mouth. And then a little lower again. With every tight, wet pull off of his beautiful dick, he groans. One of his hands finds my hair and the other pushes the duvet down so he can watch me work. I decide to stop teasing and the next time my lips cover him, I slide all the way down his shaft, enveloping him in the warm wet that is my mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses and pushes up into me.
I have to fight the urge to gag. He’s so damn big! “Sorry, baby,” he whispers sensing my slight discomfort.
I start to move in a rhythm, sucking hard and making sure my tongue swirls all around him and my hand around his base works him at the same pace and pressure. I’m proud at how quickly he goes off, like a bomb, in my mouth. I swallow every ounce and slowly pull my mouth away. I look up and his head is pushed back into the pillow. His cheeks are pink and he’s got one hand against his forehead as he struggles to find air. I grin and flop down beside him.
“Damn,” he whispers with a self-conscious chuckle. “You make me a quick shooter.”
“If you’d brought another condom, we could have worked on building up your stamina.”
“Next time I’ll bring two or three,” he says with a grin. “Boxes.”
I laugh. The fact that he said “next time” makes me want to do a victory lap around the bedroom. My alarm beeps from the night table.
“Ugh. Work.” I turn it off and pull myself out of bed, tugging the sheet so it comes with me.
“Need someone to scrub your back?” he asks, pushing himself up on his elbows and giving me an unobstructed view of his defined chest all the way down to his hips where the duvet is pooled around him.
“I would take you up on that, but I’m fairly certain it would lead to other activities that will make me late for work,” I tell him. “Trey will fire me.”
“I’ll find you another job.” He winks.
Unfortunately, I’ve got to get in that shower because if I’m late again, Trey will lose his ever-loving mind. I leave Sebastian alone in my bed.
Chapter 14
Sebastian
Her hair is still damp, and she’s twisted it up into one of those half-bun, half-ponytail things girls do that look messy and perfect at the same time. She’s in black capri yoga pants with a band of teal blue fabric around her tiny waist and a teal Lycra tank top. She’s carrying her workout bag and a bright pink hoodie.
I stand by her front door and try not to get a hard-on as I check out her ass in those pants. Jordan was right: whoever created yoga pants is a genius. He should know, since his wife is a physical therapist and lives in them. Shayne heads to the small, round glass dining room table and pulls a banana and two shiny red apples out of the fruit bowl. I smirk. “Don’t eat that banana in the car. It’ll distract the fuck out of me.”
She suppresses a giggle and smiles, tossing me one of the apples. “This banana is a piece of cake. I’ve had much bigger things in my mouth just this morning.”
I fight a flush, and a wave of blood flies to my groin on that comment. She starts toward me. Just as she’s about to pass me and reach for the front door, I push her up against the wall and kiss her. She tastes like toothpaste and cherry lip gloss.
She pulls back, tasting the toothpaste in my mouth too. “You used my toothbrush?”
I nod and kiss her again. When I pull back, her pretty nose is scrunched up in mock disgust. “Gross, Frenchie! Get your own.”
“I have my own.” I shrug and take her overstuffed bag off her shoulder before exiting the apartment. “Next time we’ll have to stay at my place so I can use it.”
My eyes subtly dart toward her to judge her reaction to that. I see her pretty mouth start to move upward in a smile, but she pulls her lips into her mouth to stop it. I’ve dropped the “next time” bomb a couple times since last night, hoping she’ll take the hint. This isn’t a one-time—I mean two-time—thing. This is something I want more of—a lot more of. She hasn’t acknowledged the same, verbally, but her half smiles give me hope.
