CHAPTER 24 #2
For him, that’s the end of the conversation. He presses against me with renewed hunger, grinding down until I feel him, hot and hard through the fabric of our clothes, dragging against my own unbearable need. My head falls back as the stars above blur and scatter, and all I can do is hold on.
His tongue finds mine again, urgent, possessive, and his legs tighten around my waist, arms locked around my neck. I slip my hands beneath his thighs and lift him effortlessly, holding him against me like a koala clinging to a tree.
He lets out a breathless gasp, but doesn’t pull back.
Instead, he kisses me even harder, anchoring himself to me like he never wants to let go.
I stumble into the house, somehow managing the stairs two at a time with him wrapped around me, both of us moaning into each other’s mouths, wild and reckless and completely gone.
By the time we crash onto my bed, tangled limbs and fevered breaths, a sudden flicker of clarity cuts through the haze, sharp, unexpected.
I’ve never actually had sex with a guy.
Still kissing him, I break into a short, breathless laugh. He pulls back just enough to meet my eyes, half amused, half mock-offended.
“Wow,” he says, smirking. “I’ve never had that effect on anyone before. Guess there’s a first time for everything.”
He pouts at me, comically, irresistibly, and I swear my heart flips in my chest.
“No, no, baby, it’s not you,” I murmur quickly, brushing my fingers along his cheek and scattering soft kisses across his face.
“I’m just… I’ve never done this before. Not like this.
I mean, I know how it works, obviously, but in real life?
This is new. And honestly… kind of embarrassing.
I don’t want to mess this up. Not with you. ”
His eyes light up with tender amusement, and a slow, smug grin spreads across his face. “Well, lucky for you, I’ve had a bit of practice,” he says, clearly enjoying this far too much.
“Okay, let’s not dwell on that, please,” I reply, trying not to sound jealous, but failing.
His smirk widens. “Oh my god, are you jealous? That’s adorable.”
“I’m not jealous,” I snap, way too fast. Of course, I’m jealous. The thought of anyone else touching him drives me completely insane. I know it’s irrational, but I can’t help it.
“Well, don’t be,” he says, though his voice is anything but reassuring. There’s a teasing glint in his eyes, but when he leans in again, it’s gone, replaced by something darker, deeper. “There’s nothing to worry about. I only want you.”
That’s all it takes. My restraint dissolves in an instant.
I roll my hips into his, slow and deliberate, and he arches to meet me like he’s been waiting for it all night. We move together without thinking, heat and want rising fast between us, like fire catching fire.
“I guess I’ll have to take the lead then,” he murmurs, all sultry confidence, as he reaches for the button of my jeans.
I flush. “I, um… I kind of know the mechanics. I’ve watched a few videos,” I admit, cringing a little.
Seb gasps in mock horror. I catch his hand, press a kiss to his palm, and meet his eyes with all the honesty I have.
“I might feel completely clueless right now, but there’s one thing I’m certain of: I trust you, Seb.
You can guide me. I just want this to be good for both of us.
So if I mess up, or something doesn’t feel right, promise me you’ll say something, okay? ”
“Only if you promise to do the same,” he whispers back.
“Deal.”
He flashes that wicked little grin, the one that shows off his dimple, and it’s game over for me. I pin his wrists above his head with one hand and lean in, flicking my tongue into that infuriatingly perfect dent in his cheek.
“Remi! What are you doing?” he squeals, squirming. “Why does everyone want to lick my face? What is the obsession with my dimple?”
“Because it’s perfect,” I say simply. “I’ve wanted to do this since the day I met you and saw that tiny temptress pop out of your cheek.”
Then I lick him again, and he laughs so hard he nearly falls off the bed.
I trail kisses down his neck, savouring every tiny sound that escapes him, those soft gasps, the way his breath hitches. But then something he said sinks in.
“Wait, back up. Who else tried to lick your face?”
He waves a hand dismissively, like brushing away a mosquito. “No one important. Just some girl my parents tried to set me up with.”
“What?! They what?” I choke, pulling back a little. “Who the hell is she?”
Seb cuts off my outrage with a kiss, his lips warm and sure against mine. “It doesn’t matter,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against mine. “She’s irrelevant. It’s just you and me now, Remi. That’s all I care about.”
And then his hands slide under my shirt, gliding up over my skin as he pushes the fabric higher. I lift my arms, letting him peel it off, and my Henley lands in a soft heap on the floor.
He looks up at me, eyes wide and shining, like he’s seeing something precious. His fingers trace a reverent path down my chest and abs, lingering with a kind of awe. Then they move lower, stopping at the waistband of my jeans.
He undoes the last button slowly, deliberately, and then pauses, biting his lip as he glances up at me.
He’s asking. Not with words, but with everything in his body.
I don’t need to think. I nod, then lean down and capture that lip in my mouth, sucking it gently to let him know, yes. I’m ready. I want this. I want him.
Seb gets the hint immediately and, without a word, slides my jeans down to my thighs. I arch up to help, squirming like an eel until I finally kick them off. They land beside my shirt, forgotten on the floor.
It feels a bit unfair that I’m the only one left in just my underwear, but then Seb presses his hips into mine with this blissed-out look that makes my heart skip. He rolls his hips in a slow, devastating motion, and the friction nearly undoes me on the spot.
I groan and reach for his shirt, fumbling with the buttons as I push it off his shoulders. Inch by inch, inked skin is revealed, tattoos blooming across his body like wildflowers in Eden: beautiful, tempting, just a little dangerous.
I kiss my way down his chest, tasting him, worshipping every patch of skin I can reach. When I find his nipple, I tease it gently with my teeth. Seb gasps, arching beneath me with a strangled moan.
“Remi! If you keep that up, I’m not gonna last! And stop looking so smug.”
I chuckle and lavish the same attention on the other side before trailing lower, letting my tongue dip into the hollow of his belly button. He shudders, writhing beneath me.
“Okay, okay, jeans. Off. Now,” he pants, voice hoarse and breathless.
When I unzip his jeans, I nearly black out.
Beneath them, Seb is wearing a sheer black lace thong, delicate and bold at once, doing absolutely nothing to hide his erection. I freeze, stunned, utterly captivated.
“You like what you see?” he asks, smirking like he already knows the answer.
“Oh, I like it way too much. Possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I murmur, breathless. “Though now you’re going to be even more unbearable.”
His only response is to slip a hand into my boxers, wrapping his fingers around me and stroking slowly, deliberately, devastatingly. “Remi,” he breathes, “I can’t wait anymore…”
I lean in, suck a mark onto his neck, barely holding myself together. “Then tell me what you need.”
“Lube. And… I had my STI panel done before I moved to London. All negative. And I haven’t been with anyone since. So… if you don’t want to use a condom, I’d be okay with that. I’ve never done it bare before, but… I trust you.”
His honesty hits me full force. I look at him, open, vulnerable, beautiful, and feel my chest tighten with emotion.
“Top drawer. And I had my panel done after Maddie left. All clear,” I tell him softly. “But… I’ve never done it bare either. Not even with her.”
His brows rise, surprised. “Not even Maddie?”
I shake my head. “No. Even in a relationship, we didn’t want to risk pregnancy.”
He snorts. “Well, I don’t think that’ll be a problem here. Then again, never say never.”
“You’re such a menace,” I grin, heart pounding. But before we take the final step, there’s something I need to say.
“The real reason I never did it bare… it wasn’t just about safety. I think it’s because I never wanted that kind of closeness with anyone before. But now I do. With you. I want to feel that connection, completely. And I want you to feel it too.”
Whatever composure he had left unravels in an instant. He slides my boxers down with trembling hands, and I do the same for him, kissing my way down until my tongue teases him through the lace. He gasps, arching into me, and I gently peel the last barrier away.
Finally, skin to skin. Warm, bare, and breathless.
He reaches for the lube and hands it to me with a soft smile. “You’ll need to prep me… Don’t worry, I’ll guide you.”
And he does, patient and tender, every whispered instruction grounding me. I move slowly, listening to his body, to his breath, to every soft sound he makes. I don’t rush a thing. Not with him.
By the time he says he’s ready, I’m shaking with need. But it’s more than physical, it’s overwhelming, like standing at the edge of something vast and beautiful.
He lies back, eyes locked with mine, and pulls me gently between his legs. I slick myself with lube, breathing deeply, trying to stay present, focused.
His hands cradle my back, fingers light but steady.
“Go on,” he murmurs. “I’m ready.”
We stay like that for a moment, hearts pounding in sync, the world narrowed to just this space between us. He reaches up and cups my face, voice barely more than a breath. “You can move now… if you want to.”
So I do. Slowly, carefully, like every motion is a promise. I kiss him as I move, soft and aching, like he’s the very air I’ve been gasping for. He meets each thrust with his own, guiding the rhythm until we’re no longer separate, just two bodies chasing the same fire.
When I wrap a hand around him, stroking him in time with my hips, his whole body arches beneath me. His breath catches, eyes wide and dazed.
“Oh god, Remi… I’ve never felt anything like this, ever.”
He comes with a cry, hot pulses spilling across my stomach, and the sight of him like that, open, trembling, lost in me, undoes me completely. I follow moments later, groaning his name as I shatter in his arms, the world going white at the edges.
When I finally come back to earth, I realize I’m lying on top of him, full weight, like a human blanket. I shift, ready to roll off, but he tightens his arms around me, refusing to let go.
“Am I crushing you?” I murmur against his neck.
He shakes his head, eyes soft, voice quiet. “Did you… like it? Or was it… weird?”
Instead of answering right away, I kiss him, slow, deep, reverent, like he’s the most precious thing I’ve ever known. “I loved it,” I whisper. “Every second. Being inside of you felt… perfect. I can’t wait to do it again.”
He smiles at me, lighting up, happy and content, but now it’s my turn to ask: “What about me? How did I do?”
It’s not like me to feel this unsure of myself, but when I’m with him, I can’t seem to hide anything. And maybe… I don’t want to.
Sebastian looks like he’s thinking it over for a second, then scrunches his nose in that devilish little expression that drives me absolutely mad. “Well… for your first time, you weren’t that bad.”
“What?!” I gasp, scandalized, and immediately launch into a tickle attack. He squeals and squirms under me, laughing uncontrollably.
“Not that bad? Are you kidding me? The people down at the beach probably heard you screaming!” I shoot back, mock-offended, even though I know he’s just messing with me.
He shrieks and starts tickling me in retaliation. We collapse into a tangled, sweaty heap of laughter, just as my phone starts to ring.
Seb peeks at the screen. “It’s your mum. Of course it is. What now?”
I groan and reach for the phone. “Great timing, Mum. Really.”
Trying to sound halfway normal, I answer, “Hey, Mum… everything okay?”
She picks up on my tone instantly. “Remi, darling… are you alright?”
Seb muffles a snort against my chest, and I bite back a laugh, doing my best to keep it together. “Yeah, yeah, just a bit… tired.”
She doesn’t press, thankfully. “Is Sebastian doing any better?”
“Much better, actually. Cornwall’s doing him good,” I say, pressing a soft kiss into Seb’s hair as I stroke his stomach. “It’s helping both of us.”
Mum starts chatting about the horse show, her voice warm and animated. Meanwhile, my hand starts to wander, fingertips teasing Seb’s chest, brushing over his nipples, then drifting lower. He squirms on top of me, letting out a soft moan that’s dangerously close to a whimper.
And then he climbs back onto my lap, grinding down with slow, deliberate rolls of his hips. Our cocks slide together, the friction unbearable. I know I won’t last.
My grip tightens on the phone. “Remi? Are you still there?”
“Gotta go, Mum! Something’s burning on the stove!”
“But didn’t you say you’d already eaten?”
“We’re, um, having seconds! Bye!”
I hang up and toss the phone aside just as Seb leans in, flushed and breathless, that wicked look in his eyes driving me completely mad.
“You little menace,” I growl, digging my fingers into his hips. “She’s going to think I’ve lost my mind…”
But then I see the way he’s trembling with need, eyes blown wide with desire, and I know I’m about to lose it all over again.
Round two? It won’t take long.