Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
I chuckled. “You heard me. I want you to strip for me. Make me want you even more than I already do, though I don’t know if that’s possible. Let me see how fucking sexy you are. Let me see what’s mine.”
Even from the distance, I could see his pupils flare at that. Sebastian liked hearing those words. He wanted to be mine, and for the first time in my life, I wanted to belong to someone too.
He started dancing like he had that night in his backyard. It was so strange how sometimes Sebastian could be all rambly and unsure, and others he was the most confident person I knew. He pulled his shirt off, then threw it at my face. I laughed, watching him run his hands down his chest, then slowly working his jeans open. My breath caught. My dick throbbed. He was so fucking beautiful, and he liked me, stuck up for me, wanted to be around me.
I rubbed my bulge as he managed to pull his jeans off without losing rhythm. When he turned around, showing me his ass in nothing but the tight black briefs he wore, and shook it in this really sexy way no one had a right to be able to do, I almost died.
“Jesus, were you a stripper?”
“No, but I used to pretend I was. I also know how to pole dance.”
“We need a pole. Stat.”
I watched him put on a show for me. When he lowered his underwear, his hard, thick cock peeking out, I ended up with my necklace in my mouth, needing it to keep busy so I didn’t tell him to stop and come over to me.
He turned again so his ass faced me as he pulled his final piece of clothing down, showing me his firm, slightly furry ass. He spread his legs, teasing me because I knew what lay between them—the tight, perfect hole I wanted my tongue inside.
“Come here,” I said, sitting up.
Sebastian didn’t hesitate to twist around and do as I said. My head tilted up so we could make eye contact as I bent forward and licked his full balls. They were heavy on my tongue, tasted like salt and skin and him, and damned if I didn’t get drunk off it.
“Fuck…Declan.” He ran his hand through my hair, fisted it while I continued lapping at his nuts, sucking one, then the other into my mouth before heading to his thick shaft.
“What do you want?” I asked, feeling the need to hear him say it. I teased his erection, my lips so close but not touching.
“You to suck my cock.”
“Tell me again.”
“Suck my dick.” His hold on me tightened, Sebastian pushing on the back of my head until my nose was buried in the coarse hair of his groin. I inhaled his scent, savored it, along with the high his dominant behavior gave me.
When he loosened his hold, I made eye contact again, then kissed the tip of his cock. I swiped my tongue across his slit, tasting his precum, which made my erection throb.
“So good,” he said when I took him deep, sucking him like he was my favorite treat, like my life depended on the pleasure I gave him.
When his breathing picked up and he made that familiar sound I knew meant he was about to come, I pulled off.
“You’re killing me, Declan.”
“No. I’m not. Turn around.” It was as if my words unleashed something inside him, making his smoldering gaze turn to lava. Again, Sebastian did as I said. I tugged him closer so he stood between my legs, kissed one ass cheek, then the other.
“I want your tongue,” he said, his voice gritty with desire.
“I’m getting there.” I peppered kisses along his ass, made a trail to his crease. “Is this where you want my tongue?” I asked, and felt him shiver.
“Deeper.”
I spread his cheeks, found his tight ring, leaned in closer, but still didn’t give him what he wanted. “Like this?”
“Lick me, Dec. Let me feel you on and in my hole.”
How could I argue with that? I lapped at him, tasted him, tortured him. Sebastian bent forward, giving me better access as I slid my hand between his legs to stroke his cock and play with his balls while I ate him out.
He whimpered, made needy sounds, tried to push back and ride my face. I sucked my finger, worked it inside him, fucking him with it until he softened up and I could push my tongue inside.
“Fuck yes!” Sebastian cried out.
“I love knowing I was the first person inside you…that the first cock you ever had was mine.” I blew on his rim, then licked him again.
“Me too. Christ, me too.”
I brought him close to the edge but didn’t let him careen over, worried I’d blow my load in my jeans too.