I smile. “The previous owner just sold me the place as-is, so it’s got a bunch of nineties gems that his parents hoarded. I don’t think Aiden’s made many upgrades over the last few years.”
While Sebastian and Fi wander back outside to unload the truck, I fiddle with the heat. After a few minutes, the baseboard heaters kick on, emitting a faint burning smell.
“Is it supposed to smell like that?” Seb asks, his arms full of brown grocery bags. He sets them on the counter and starts unloading onto the kitchen island.
“I think it’s normal,” Fi says as she walks in carrying ourbags. She drops them by the door and pushes her hair out of her eyes. “Especially if the heat hasn’t been used in a while.” She walks down the hall, disappearing into one of the rooms.
I smile as Bastian snoops through the cabinets and opens drawers. I can tell he’s assessing the space to decide what he can cook later.
He frowns and gives me a look. “Can the next place we stay be just a little more modern? These old electric stoves and shitty frying pans are killing me.”
I raise an eyebrow. “The next place? I seriously hope we don’t have to go anywhere else before this is over.”
“Bad news, guys,” Fi says, peeking out of the doorway with a knowing grin. “Only one bed.”
Bastian and I share a look, and walk to the bedroom. A king-size four-poster bed greets us. The room has a rocking chair, a dresser, and a very old exercise bike sitting in the corner.
“At least it’s bigger,” I say with a smirk, grabbing Bastian’s hand and pulling him toward the bed. He stops short before I can sit, and I let go, falling backward onto the red and brown patchwork quilt. I raise myself on my elbows and give him a questioning look.
His eyes drop to his hands as he fidgets nervously, looking completely lost, and my heart squeezes. It’s so strange when Sebastian shows this hesitant, nervous side.
“I wasn’t suggesting—” I start. “Well, okay, I was. But we don’t have to…”
Fi walks up to him. Bastian steps away slightly, his back hitting the wall. His expression is unreadable as he stares down at her, and his gaze flickers to mine. I wink.
He licks his full pink lips and leans in like he wants to kiss her, but stops just as their mouths graze.
“Seb. Please.” Her voice husky with lust.
He peruses her face, as if memorizing the details, his eyes full of ice-blue fire. Then he drives his lips against hers, hishand tangling in her hair, tugging and twisting. She grips his cheeks, a fiery, animalistic need controlling her movements.
I fucking love it when she takes control, and Bastian seems to love it too.
He pushes her coat off her shoulders, and then his fingers trail along her sweater, pausing when he reaches the swells of her breasts. He cups them through the soft material, and she groans into his mouth.
My cock hardens painfully in my jeans as I watch them, and I kick off my shoes and take off my coat, eager to be part of whatever is about to happen.
“Fuck,” Sebastian mutters, pulling away to catch his breath. He palms his dick with a grunt and pops the button on his jeans.
Fi’s hand drops to his bulge and rubs. His head falls back when she applies more pressure. She yanks his zipper down and pushes her hand into his boxers.
Bastian’s eyelids flutter and he shivers and thrusts into her grip.
I love the sounds Fi pulls from him with every twist of her wrist. I slide my hand into my boxers and give myself a stroke, electric pleasure pulsing through my body.
Bastian leans forward, kissing her again fiercely, his tongue licking between her lips, and she opens for him, the kiss greedy as they melt together.
My hand shuttles faster, my dick so fucking hard it hurts. I squeeze the base of my cock and breathe, trying to hold off my orgasm.
Fi shoves Bastian’s pants and underwear down, her strokes becoming even more aggressive. They break apart, and he whimpers.
“Shitshitshit.” Bastian’s abs tighten, and he comes, his cheeks flushed. His release coats Fi’s hand and his stomach, and I try my best to hold off my own pleasure, panting with the effort.
Fi brings Bastian’s cum to her mouth and sucks it off herfingers. His eyes widen as he watches her, and then they both look over at me. I’m still lounging on the bed with my jeans around my ankles and my legs hanging off the end.
“My turn?” I ask hopefully, and Bastian chuckles, a lazy smile lighting his lips. I give him a tentative grin. “You doing okay, grumpy bear?”
He nods as he grips Fi’s hand, and they walk to the bed, sitting down on either side of me. I push myself up, my cock smearing precum across my abs. Fi goes to work pulling my shirt off and tossing it aside while Bastian grabs my cock and gives it a squeeze, his rough palm stroking me firmly. I fall back, arching off the bed as he lights fire in my veins, my whole body tingling.
