Chapter 26 #2
He buries his face where my neck meets my shoulder and rubs his nose back and forth, breathing hard.
It feels so good to have him leaning on me, trusting me to hold him up when he’s most relaxed and vulnerable.
I close my eyes and breathe him in, relishing this moment of stillness when all is perfect.
“Fuck, that felt good,” Sebastian says, kissing my neck as he straightens up.
He looks at the mess at our feet, then gives my cock one last pass over the sensitive head, swiping up the remaining cum.
He brings his hand to his mouth and deliberately holds eye contact with me as he swipes the back of two fingers across his tongue, cleaning the mess off.
If I hadn’t just come, I’d be dying to now.
I’m not even fully soft, and I’m already thinking of going again.
“You have no idea,” I say, voice choked with desire and happiness.
This is it. This is how I'll die. I’ll forever be hard and needy for him, blowing my load until I’m dust. Forget work. I’m here to serve him.
“I need more of that,” he says, pulling up his pants. “That was the best fucking way to say hello.”
I let out a surprised laugh. “That was just the appetizer, City Boy. You get the main course later.”
He growls a pleased sound against me.
I follow his lead and pull my pants up, kissing him greedily before he pulls away.
I take his hand and walk him into the kitchen, gesturing for him to take a seat while I grab some paper towels and cleaning spray to handle our homecoming mess in the hallway.
It gives me some time and distance to clear my head.
When I get back, he’s leaning against the breakfast bar, arms crossed over his chest, looking like a fucking dream.
But he has a reckoning coming his way, and I need to be strong, resist his temptation, and make him explain himself before I give in to any more of his clever distractions.
I walk toward him, placing my hands on the island on either side of his hips, boxing him in as I give him a serious stare.
“We need to talk about some things,” I say, voice deep and level despite my racing heart.
His eyes widen momentarily with a guilty look, and I know he’s fully aware of what he needs to explain. He leans forward, intent on kissing me, but I pull back out of reach.
“Nah ah, you don't get to distract me from a serious conversation with your amazing fucking mouth. You said some very serious things about me to everyone except me. You just left me to spiral about it like it wasn't a huge fucking deal.”
I try to glare at him, but his big, dark puppy dog eyes are my fucking undoing. I have to bite my cheek to keep from folding like a wet cardboard box right into his strong arms that are uncoiling and wrapping around me. I manage to stand on my own without melting into him, but only barely.
“I know. That was super shitty timing, and I wish I could have done it differently. I’ve been going crazy knowing you saw my post and haven't said anything. Don't be mad at me, il mio lupacchiotto,” he says, running his fingers through my hair and down to cup my jaw. “It seemed like the best thing to do in the moment, with a lot going on all at once. I meant every word of it. You’ve been my sunshine and warmth since I met you. You’ve made me feel more like myself than I have in years.
Safe and good enough all at once. I love you,” he says, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes, where I see conviction burning in the dark depths.
My heart stutters, hopping around in my chest like a pack of excited puppies.
A tingle of warmth spreads through my body, from my scalp downward on a wave of goosebumps, shivers of awareness, and longing.
Sebastian’s eyes roam over my face, taking me in, full of a look that aches with a devotion I’ve never experienced.
So that’s what love feels like.
It feels even more life-altering to hear the words from his mouth, staring into my eyes, as he brands my soul with the sentiment I’d only dreamed of hearing from someone like him someday. My hands come up to circle his wrists as he holds my face, while I stare in quiet shock and awe at him.
“You don't have to say it back, or even feel it. This is about my feelings, and making sure you know I’m serious about you and what we have together. I’m not fucking around here, Tucker.” His thumbs trace my cheekbones as he makes this proclamation.
“Has anyone ever told you that you're intense?” I ask, fighting back the smile that curves my cheeks under his hands.
He lets out a relieved laugh when he hears the humor in my tone. “Yeah, I’ve gotten that a few times. I’m not apologizing for it, especially not about this.”
“I don't want that. I love you, too. Fuck, that’s crazy to say out loud.” I laugh nervously. “I didn’t expect you to ever look at me as more than a friend, let alone love me like this. I’m kind of lost here,” I admit quietly.
He slowly lowers his hands, my fingers falling away from his wrists as he traces down my chest, along my waist, and settles on my hips, pulling me into his body. “Let’s get lost together.”