He smiles into the next kiss. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I roll my hips up, holding his heavy-lidded gaze. “Did you?”
He grinds down in answer, his rigid cock dragging against my stomach. My head drops back with a groan.
“Fuck, I want you naked.”
Teeth scrape my bottom lip. “Then get me naked.”
His whispered challenge sets my blood on fire. My grip turns bruising as I flip him on his back. He gasps into my mouth and peels his shirt off while I work on his jeans. (Why the fuck arethere so many goddamn buttons?) I get three of them undone before I lose patience and yank them down?—
Hot pink.
Lace.
Boy-shorts.
“Fuck me,” I breathe out, tucking a fingertip under the elastic waistband, skimming back and forth over the prominent veins of his pelvis. “You wore these for her?”
His chin dips.
“Goddammit, Troublemaker,” I growl, palming my throbbing cock. A wicked gleam sparks in his eyes. His tongue darts out. I chase it, hovering over him as I toy with his briefs. “I could rip a hole in the back…”
“Ijustgot these,” he whines.
I nip his jaw. “But you’d look so hot riding me in them.”
Goosebumps ripple down his neck and his chest. He's arching toward me and I don’t even think he knows he’s doing it. My fingers dig into the lace…
“Seba… don't.”
I pull.
“Don’t—”
Rip.
“Sebastian!”
Grinning, I widen the tear and sneak two fingers into his crease.
“You’re buying me another pair,” he pants as I suck on the soft skin right above his pounding pulse.
“I’ll buy you fifty of ‘em.”
“And you callmea heathen,” he scoffs.
“I’m what you made me, baby.”
His nails scrape the back of my neck as my fingertips massage his hole.
“Wait,” he gasps. “You gotta get naked too.”
Sitting back on my heels between his spread legs, I tug my shirt overhead and shove my pants down far enough to kick off,heavy cock springing free. His lips part, chest heaving as I take myself in hand and stroke.
“Shiiit,” he breathes. “That thing is a weapon.”
I nudge his thighs apart wider. “You can take it.”
