Chapter 28
SEBASTIAN
Taylor groaned against my mouth, the vibrations rippling through my entire body, and then his hands were on my chest, and he was pushing me inside the apartment.
The door slammed shut behind us.
“You’re here,” I said between kisses. “You’re actually here.”
“Of course I’m fucking here.” He pressed me against the wall and settled his face in the crook of my neck where it met my shoulder, breathing me in. “Where else would I be?” he whispered against my skin, his lips ghosting over the pulse fluttering wildly there.
My hands slid under his jacket and up his back, pulling him close enough that I was sure he could feel me shaking against him.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
“I know.” He kissed my forehead. My temple. The hinge of my jaw.
“I was stupid and angry and—”
“Stop.” He brushed his thumb across my cheekbone, catching a stray tear.
I hadn’t even realized I was crying.
“We can talk about all of that later, but right now, I just need—” His voice gave out. “I just need you.”
I needed him, too. So fucking much.
I pulled him in by the lapels of his jacket and kissed him the way I’d been dreaming about for weeks.
His lips parted, and I took everything he was offering—his breath, his weight leaning into me, the small, desperate groan he made when my teeth caught his lower lip.
I kissed him until my lungs burned, and then I kissed him some more.
I bent my knees and clasped my hands under Taylor's thighs to lift him into my arms. For one suspended second, we were eye to eye. Then he kissed me like the world was ending, his legs locking around my waist.
His hands fisted in my hair, and we moved—graceless and urgent—down the hall. His shoulder knocked two generic black-and-white art prints askew. My shoulder caught the doorframe that led into the bedroom, and I swore against his mouth.
Taylor pulled back, his eyes dancing with laughter. “You okay?”
“Fine,” I said, which was a lie. My shoulder was definitely going to bruise. I didn’t care even a little bit. “Don’t stop.”
He dropped his head and found my throat, his mouth open and hungry, his teeth scraping down the tendon there.
“Fuck,” I said, my eyes falling shut.
How had I gone weeks without this?
And ten years before that, my mind supplied.
How had I ever gone without this? Without him?
Nothing—no one—had ever been this good.
Taylor’s weight shifted in my arms, his body sliding down until his feet reached the floor.
I felt the brush of his fingertips against my hips, then a gentle tug as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my pants.
He sank to his knees in one fluid motion, taking my clothes with him.
I looked down to find him gazing up at me, his eyes dark and intent.
He kissed the tip of my cock—just a feather-light touch—then ran his tongue slowly along the underside.
I threaded my fingers through his hair as his lips stretched around me. When I hit the back of his throat, I had to fight the urge to close my eyes, not wanting to miss a single moment. Heat built at the base of my spine, my thighs tensing with each wet slide of his mouth.
I tugged gently at his hair. “Wait,” I whispered. “I don’t want to come yet.”
I pulled him to his feet and walked him backward until his calves hit the mattress. Then I pushed his jacket off his shoulders and slid my hands beneath his shirt, lifting it over his head. We peeled away each layer of each other's clothing until we were both naked and kissing again.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, stroking his cock. "With nothing between us this time.”
A growl rumbled from deep in Taylor’s chest as he spun us around, sending me falling back onto the mattress. He crawled over me, his body a warm weight pressing me into the sheets.
“I love you,” he murmured, trailing kisses down my chest, my stomach. “God, Sebastian, I love you so much.”
His mouth moved lower, his hands gripping my thighs and spreading them apart, then pushing them back and up. When his tongue flicked against my hole, I let out a strangled moan.
Taylor took his time, circling slowly at first, teasing, before pressing in with his tongue.
He licked into me like he had nowhere else to be, like this was something he wanted for himself as much as for me, and I felt myself going loose and pliant under his care.
And every time he stiffened his tongue and pushed deeper, I made a sound I had no control over, my hips bucking up to meet him, chasing more.
I pushed up onto my elbows, needing to see him.
He looked up at me from between my thighs, his lips slick, his chin wet.
He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, then his mouth was on me again, reducing me to incoherent pleas.
My whole body shook as pleasure built, coiling tight.
If he kept going like this, I was going to come before he was even inside me.
“Please, Tay. Fuck me already.”
Taylor pushed up onto his knees and moved from between my thighs, reaching for the nightstand where I kept my bottle of lube. I braced my palms over my shins, holding myself open for him as he drizzled lube over my hole, then slicked himself up, his eyes finding mine as he pressed forward.
With one smooth, slick slide, he was inside me, both of us groaning when he bottomed out.
He began to move in a gentle rocking motion, sweat beading on his temple, his muscles trembling with the effort to hold back.
“Don’t be gentle,” I whispered, hooking my legs around his waist. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
His careful restraint instantly dissolved, his hips snapping forward, driving into me with a force that made the headboard slam against the wall. My back arched off the mattress when he found the perfect angle.
“Fuck, right there,” I said, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
He growled against my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he maintained that punishing rhythm.
“Missed you so fucking much,” he panted, his breath hot against my ear.
Our mouths crashed together, all teeth and tongues, messy and desperate.
“Harder,” I told him. “Want to feel you tomorrow.”
Taylor braced one hand beside my head while the other gripped my hip, using the leverage to drive into me with renewed force.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I chanted, my cock leaking pre-cum onto my stomach.
He dipped his head to capture my right nipple between his teeth, tugging hard enough to make me cry out. “Love the sounds you make,” he murmured.
I tangled my fingers in his hair and tugged him toward my mouth for another kiss as he continued pounding into me, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
When we broke apart, gasping for air, I stared up into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, only a tiny ring of green showing around the edges.
“I thought I’d lost you again,” he said, his rhythm faltering. “Never again, Sebastian.”
Taylor slowed his thrusts then, grinding against me.
“You won’t,” I promised, gripping the back of his neck and holding on, slick skin sliding against slick skin.
“I love you, Seb,” he whispered, his lips brushing mine with each word. “So fucking much.”
I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close as he rocked into me. The change in pace made every sensation more intense. We moved like that for a while, then he braced his hands against my chest and pushed himself onto his knees, his eyes dropping to where we were joined. “Fuck. Look at you.”
It was hard to believe this man had once told me, his words halting and broken, that he didn’t know if he’d ever want this. And now here he was watching his cock move inside me like he couldn’t get enough of the sight—like he still couldn’t believe this is who we were.
I arched my back and gripped myself, working in time with his thrusts. “Look at what you do to me,” I told him. “Look how good you fuck me.”
His eyes darkened, and he pulled back, only to drive into me again.
“So.”
Thrust.
“Fucking.”
Thrust.
“Hot.”
I worked myself faster, chasing the pressure building at the base of my spine.
“Mine,” he said, batting my fingers aside and replacing them with his own.
“I’m close,” I warned, my eyes dropping closed.
“Look at me,” he ordered, his voice rough. “Want to see you when you come.”
I forced my heavy lids open, meeting his gaze, as he twisted his wrist on the upstroke.
Weeks of missing him, of lying awake in this bed thinking about exactly this ...
All the pent-up emotion broke at once, and my orgasm crashed through me, my head falling back as I cried out his name. Thick ropes of cum painted my chest and stomach, some splashing as high as my collarbone.
Taylor groaned, and his rhythm faltered, his eyes squeezing shut for a brief second before snapping back to mine. He continued driving into my oversensitive body, each stroke sending aftershocks of pleasure-pain through me as his movements became more erratic.
“Where do you want it?”
“Inside.” I anchored my palm against the back of his neck and pulled him down until his lips were flush with mine.
“Fuck, Seb.”
Taylor groaned loudly, his hips stuttering as he pressed into me one final time. He gasped into my mouth, his entire body tensing as he came. I held him through it, my arms wrapped around his back, and didn’t let go.
He collapsed onto me, breathing heavily. When he eventually pulled out, Taylor’s eyes widened slightly, and he reached out to trace his thumb over my hole in a slow circle.
I made a noise that came out sounding garbled and slurred, and Taylor’s finger instantly stilled, his eyes flashing up to mine, twin creases between his brows. “Did I hurt you?"
“No.”
“You sure?"
“Feels good,” I breathed out, rolling my hips encouragingly.
“Yeah?” His thumb circled again, pushing into me gently.
My cock twitched, plumping slightly. “So good.”
Taylor’s gaze dropped to my cock, which was fully hard now.
“Jesus, Seb,” he whispered. “Already?”
“I told you before—quick refractory.” I arched my back, my head tipping back. “More.”
He slipped his thumb out and pushed in with two fingers. I gasped, my body hypersensitive and overstimulated, but loving it.
I watched Taylor watch me, his breathing turning shallow.
“Do you think—” He swallowed hard. “Do you think you could come again like this?”
“Maybe.”
Why was he asking me to think? I was floating on a cloud of endorphins and good vibes, my brain completely offline.
He hit a spot inside of me that made me shiver and groan.
“Should I stop?” he asked.
“No, feels good,” I slurred, feeling my eyes grow heavy and my face turn slack. A lazy smile slipped over my lips.
I didn’t mean to fall asleep. One moment, Taylor’s fingers were moving inside me, and then there was the distant sound of water running. I surfaced slowly to the feel of a warm, wet cloth brushing gently over my stomach and chest, then another at my hole.
“Still with me?”
“Mmm.”
The mattress dipped beside me. An arm slid under my shoulder, and the room tilted as Taylor pulled me upright, my head lolling against his shoulder.
“Hey, drink this.”
“What?”
Something cold and smooth touched my lips.
“Water.”
Yes, good. I was thirsty. So thirsty. I cupped sluggish hands around the glass and tipped my head back, drinking it all in one go.
I heard him chuckle as I slumped back down, burrowing into the pillow.
A few minutes—hours?—later, I felt Taylor settle in behind me, his warm hand resting against my stomach. I put my hand over his and went back under.