26. Chapter 26 #2
“I want you to fuck me like you hate me.” Sebastian’s already deep voice was low and husky, causing his words to reverberate in my chest as he smiled. “Not like that should be hard for you.”
Anything that happened in this apartment would be limited to tonight and tonight alone. So, since we were both consenting adults, it was fine for me to do this.
I snatched him by the neck, crashing his lips onto mine. He worked his hands into my hair and climbed onto my lap. Sebastian was weightier than I expected, but considering he was almost pure muscle, that shouldn’t have surprised me.
Sebastian’s tongue danced along mine, and a surprise piercing clicked against my teeth. He nipped my lower lip as he pulled away, pressing his forehead to mine. His skin was flushed as he breathed heavily.
My mind raced with conflicting thoughts. My conscience pleaded for me to stop, but the devil on my shoulder said this was just getting good. The primal desire coursing through my veins drowned them both out, and all I could think about was the sounds Sebastian might make while taking my cock.
“All my toys are downstairs,” I told him.
“If you walk out of this apartment, one of us will come to our senses, and all this will end… I don’t want it to end,” he pleaded. “I have condoms and lube. That’s all we need. ”
He fell off my lap and felt around for the end table that his glasses rested on. He opened the drawer, and I looked over to see what he had just mentioned… but I also noticed a pair of handcuffs.
I wondered if he had ever used them on Mason. Somehow, that thought had me dying to do the same to him. I leaned over and snatched the cuffs, clicking one side closed around his wrist while he grabbed the lube.
Sebastian’s eyes widened in surprise as he looked down.
“Take your pants off for me,” I commanded.
Sebastian’s face lit up as he eagerly complied. His reaction was unexpected but kind of endearing. The second his sweats dropped to the ground, his cock stood at attention. I almost gasped as I noticed the three piercings spanning the underside of his penis.
“...Did that hurt?” My question slipped as I tried to wrap my mind around why someone would do that three times.
The cuff on his wrist jingled as he stepped toward me with the lube in one hand and the condoms in the other.
“It didn’t feel good , but it was very worth it.”
A sick curiosity surged through me as I wondered what they felt like from the inside. But I was nowhere near brave enough to figure that out tonight.
“This is gonna be quick,” I told him, snapping the other cuff onto his bare wrist.
With his hands bound together, I could guide him exactly where I needed him.
“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” he promised.
My breathing stuttered as I grabbed the middle of the cuffs and used it to bend him over the couch. He arched his back, and I grabbed a condom from the package.
I held the wrapper to him, and he tore it with his teeth. I wasted no time putting it on and grabbing the lube. With a generous amount on my fingers, I trailed my touch down his spine. Sebastian’s muscles tensed with every caress until I pressed my fingers to his entrance .
His breath hitched as I applied pressure, and his body yielded to my touch. My fingers were slick, which made it easy to press into him. He clenched around me as I took my time stretching him open. After all, it was his first time with a man. I didn’t want it to hurt too bad.
With each thrust, Sebastian got a little louder. He went from heavy breathing to weak whimpers to full-on moans. A fire pooled in my stomach as I finally deemed him ready.
I leaned over to grab the cuffs as I positioned myself behind him.
His body quivered as his breathing went ragged. He turned to look at me over his shoulder, and something in the glint of his eyes drove me crazy.
I guided myself into him with one quick motion, and Sebastian’s lips parted as his eyes sealed shut. He was so tight and warm.
“F-fuck, you’re huge," he stuttered.
I pulled him closer to me, savoring the way he felt. “But you’re takin’ me so well.”
My free hand wrapped around his throat, pressing on the sides and not the middle. I wanted to choke Sebastian, not kill him.
“You’re such a good boy. Has anyone ever told you that?” I teased.
I lazily thrusted in and out of Sebastian, leaving him completely lost for words. The only sounds he could make were whimpers and content mmm s. I loved the fact that I finally shut him the fuck up.
I let go of the cuffs and wrapped a hand around his shaft. The balls of his piercings spun as I stroked him.
His moans grew louder, more frantic, even as I continued to jerk him off while thrusting into him. Sebastian went tense, and I leaned in to nip at his shoulder.
“Fuck–Bite me harder!” he commanded.
I pulled away, a little confused by his request. He wasn’t exactly in a position to be making demands.
He looked over his shoulder again. His face was flushed, and a glow of sweat made him almost look holy.
“Just fucking do it!” he snapped .
I quickly decided that wasn’t worth the fight and did as he said.
I nibbled at his shoulder as hard as I could, and Sebastian grunted before his cum spilled out, landing directly on the couch.
And, at that moment, something about me being the one to cause him to come undone was enough to make me orgasm so hard I was surprised I didn’t fall over.
I was more than a little confused when I woke up alone in a dark room. In the distance, I could hear birds chirping and eggs sizzling. That’s when I remembered everything that happened last night.
I’d hoped that fucking Sebastian once was enough to get him out of my system, but as I ventured out of his room and into his kitchen, I realized that all I’d done was confused myself more .
Sebastian stood shirtless at the stove; my teeth had left an imprint on his alabaster skin. But, instead of the usual feeling of disgust that plagued me when I looked at him, there was a strange, almost nervous flutter in my stomach.
“I–” I cleared my throat, and he cast me a fleeting glance. “Good morning?”
“Morning,” he mumbled. “Coffee is in the pot… How do you like your eggs?”
I scratched my head as I wandered toward the aforementioned coffee. “I ain’t picky.”
“That’s obvious,” he scoffed.
Well, at least he was back to being mean to me.
I poured myself a cup of coffee, and Sebastian ordered me to sit down at his minuscule dining table. The old chair creaked under my weight as Sebastian slid a plate of sad-looking scrambled eggs in front of me.
“You uh… thanks?” I looked down at the eggs, confused as to why he did this.
“When you have sex with someone, the polite thing to do is make them breakfast the next morning,” he explained.
“Did the internet tell you that?” I scoffed.
“...Yes. ”
He seemed almost a little embarrassed, so I tried not to draw attention to it more than I already had. I thanked him before poking at them with my fork and taking a bite. The eggs were rubbery and under-seasoned, but it was the thought that counted.
“So, you gonna eat with me? Seeing as that’s the polite thing to do and all,” I asked.
“Uh, no?” Sebastian looked at me like I was stupid. “I have more important things to do.”
“...Like what?”
Sebastian hesitated, every muscle in his body growing stiff as he scratched at his neck.
“Dale wanted me to meet with him again, this time alone.”