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“Don’t stop, Lark,” Seb panted, back to furiously stroking his cock. “It’s m-making me come. I’m gonna come…”

I’d never heard Seb sound so uninhibited. There was always an air of maintained control around him, even when he was close to orgasm. But right now, he was shuddering non-stop, pushing back against my tongue, letting out little moans with every breath.

A guttural groan tore from me as I thrust my tongue inside him, then lapped feverishly at his hole. Seb started to shake, all the muscles in his back tightening as the tension ratcheted up, his hips starting to jerk as he jacked his cock desperately.

“F-f-fuck.” He buried his face in the pillow and arched his back with a long, trembling groan as his hole clenched around my tongue in rapid flutters. “Ffffuuuck.”

I could feel his taint contracting as he came. Knowing his cock was shooting onto the bed made me whimper and rock my hips, thrusting my aching dick into nothing but air. My ass kept clenching around the toy, but it wasn’t enough. I needed it to move. I needed something thrusting inside me, not just sitting there.

Seb was panting hard as his orgasm came to an end, his trembling body sagging and his hole twitching against my tongue. I licked it softly, not wanting to stop even though if I didn’t come soon, I might actually start crying. And begging. But I actually liked begging Seb, because it seemed to turn him on so much.

I was still tonguing his hole in a daze when he suddenly flipped around and stared at me, breathing hard. Then a big hand was on my chest, pushing me onto my back as he scrambled up and shoved my thighs open wide. I bit my lip, chest heaving as he reached down and carefully slid the toy free, then replaced it with two fingers while ducking down to suck my cock all the way into his mouth.

I cried out, my hands shooting down to clutch at his hair. My hips started thrusting up, pumping my cock into his mouth as he fucked my ass with his fingers, curving them to stroke my prostate. It was only about ten seconds, fifteen tops, before I was crying out his name and unloading into his mouth. My shoulders lifted off the bed as my body curled inward from the force of it, legs shaking and fingers gripping his hair too tight.

Everything felt almost painfully oversensitive when my orgasm ended, making me shudder hard as the suction on my cock gentled before he slid his mouth free with a low moan. He slowly removed his fingers and gave my twitching hole a soothing stroke as he lifted his head to gaze up at me.

“Are you okay, Lark?” he asked softly. “Sorry, I got a bit… uh, domineering at the end there.”

A huge, languid smile stretched my mouth as I wrapped my trembling legs around his back. “It was freaking amazing. I feel amazing. I don’t want to move. Like, ever.”

He chuckled, shifting up to rest on top of me, leaning on his elbows. “We don’t have to move.”

“You must be getting hungry though,” I mumbled, sliding my hands up his sides, then over his wide shoulders and down his arms. I just wanted to touch every part of him. With a sated sigh, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer until our chests were pressed together.

He let out a slow breath as I nuzzled the soft patch of skin under his earlobe, then kissed his neck, slipping my arms under his to grip his strong back as I pressed my mouth to his shoulder.

“Mmm.” My body relaxed further as I breathed in his scent, twining my legs loosely around the backs of his thighs. I was clinging to him so he didn’t go anywhere. This was the best. This was better than having a vibrator up my ass.

I didn’t care about the lessons anymore. I just wanted this.

“Larkin,” he said unsteadily, lifting his head to look down at me. His brows were pinched, and something almost like nervousness flared in his eyes as he parted his lips to speak.

But he just stared at me, frozen like that for long seconds. And as I waited for him to say whatever he wanted to say, my chest tightened and fluttered. Terrified but excited anticipation made me breathless, my heart starting to race again.

Eventually, his face smoothed out into a relaxed expression as he smiled down at me crookedly. “Want dinner now?”

For some reason, disappointment flooded my belly. I managed a wan smile and a nod, then couldn’t stop myself from darting up to kiss him.

And I couldn’t stop wondering what he’d almost told me.

Chapter Thirty

Intense Pain (5 Letters)

Seb

“I’d definitely be the Final Girl if I was a character in a slasher movie,” Larkin declared as we sat on the couch later that night, watching a horror movie he’d picked.

Well, we weren’t exactly just sitting. I was sprawled out across the length of the couch, and Larkin was nestled between my legs, relaxing back against my chest. My arms were around him. He was playing absently with my fingers while we watched.

Nothing about this said fuckletics instructor and student. Or even friends who casually fucked.

I had to keep shoving down the fragile hope that started to blossom every time I absently pressed a kiss to his head, or he threaded our fingers together, or rubbed his socked foot against my leg. I was trying to think rationally. All of this—the sex, the intimacy—was new to him. Exciting. Probably a bit addictive. And he had to feel uniquely close to me in some ways after everything we’d done together.

Larkin was inexperienced compared to me. He’d made himself so vulnerable with me. I couldn’t be the possessive creep who started trying to manipulate him into a relationship just because he was being affectionate. He’d been upfront with me since the beginning about what this was. And he was so guileless and trusting. I’d feel like complete shit if I coerced him into something he didn’t want, just because it was what I wanted.

But that didn’t stop me from taking every moment like this that I could get. I just had to keep reminding myself that it already had an end date. This wasn’t permanent.