His forehead collides with mine. “Fuck.” It’s barely a breath, but it’s laced with defeat.
We can fall together.I silently promise.
The air is so charged it crackles with static. He’s frozen above me as if time paused. Then, so slowly, his fist unfurls, the movement almost imperceptible. My heart rate accelerates as his hand inches down my chest to my stomach, coming to rest right above my cockhead.
“Please,” I whisper. “Don’t run from this.”
He shudders. Shakes his head. Clenches his jaw.
Right when I think he’s done with me, he moves. But hedoesn’t go for my dick as I expect. Fingertips press against the seam of my lips, demanding access.
I peer up at him and open my mouth.
A feral gleam reflects back at me.
“My God,” he murmurs in awe as his fingers slide over my tongue. I close my lips around them and suck. His jaw goes slack. My eyelids flutter.
He tentatively thrusts into the back of my throat. I swallow with a moan.
“You like that.”
I nod.
Confidence and curiosity trickle into his stare. He wets his bottom lip, watching in fascination as I soak his fingers.
His thumb strokes my cheek. “Such a filthy mouth.”
My cockthrobs. I lift my hips, straining for friction.
A string of saliva slaps my chin as he withdraws his fingers, pushes up the jersey and paints a slick line down my body. I’m not even annoyed that he’s ignoring my cock again because he’s headed where I want him much, much more.
He hooks my leg behind the knee and pushes it to my chest, exposing me further. At the first brush of fingertips against my hole, I buck, trying to notch him in. My ass clenches around nothing. A frustrated grunt catches in my throat.
“Needy thing.” His dark chuckle makes me shiver. He sinks a fingertip into me while pinning my hip down, preventing me from forcing him deeper.
“Seba,” I whine in protest. “Fuck me already.”
He shoots me a glare, then resumes rubbing my rim. It’s lighting me up, but I've been teasing myself for hours. I need him to fill me.Now.
I'm about to beg for just that when something dawns on me.
“You’ve never done this before.”
This time, he doesn’t look up.
Ohhh, this is too good. A wicked grin overtakes my face. “Sebastian Holt, are you a virgin?”
His nostrils flare.
My grin widens. “I’m your first? Likefirst, first?” When he still doesn’t look at me, I try to wiggle out of his grip. He doesn’t budge. “Really? I wasconvincedyou at least fooled around with our girl, Andrea, but it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I mean, I figured you didn’t have much experience, being a Jesus-freak and all?—”
“Cade?”
“Huh?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Two fingers plunge into my ass.
