Chapter 22 #2
He smirks, and I suspect it’s from the desperation in my voice. Then, he lowers his face, his hot breath coasting over my shaft and hitting my balls. I wiggle impatiently, and Fi presses her hand into my chest, holding me still. She’s so freaking strong.
Bastian licks the crown of my dick slowly, like he’s savoring an ice cream cone, and every muscle in my body tenses as I resist the urge to thrust violently into his mouth.
His lips part and he sucks my head, swallowing my precum.
I buck involuntarily this time, and Fi gives me a naughty look and shakes her head.
She lifts her leg and straddles my chest, pressing her weight against my torso so that I can’t move.
“Fi,” I whine. “I want to see him.”
“Shhh, let him adjust first, B,” she purrs.
Sebastian pulls my whole cock into his mouth, and it’s so soft and warm. I feel the slight pinch of his teeth on the underside of my length, and the pain just licks my pleasure center even more.
“You feel so good, baby,” I pant. “Take me deeper.”
He does, but I hear his gag, and I still, letting him recover. He clears his throat, but then his mouth is on me again. “Relax for me.” He listens, and I feel the back of his throat graze the head of my cock. “Fucking hell. You’re doing such a good job.”
He hums at the praise, the vibrations buzzing through my thighs and up my spine, white-hot pleasure inundating me in waves. Fi’s bent over my body, her teeth scraping over my neck and across my scar, which tingles like tiny zaps of lightning.
“I’m so close, Fi. Please let me see him.” I know I sound wrecked, but I don’t care. I want to come so fucking bad.
Fi’s lips meet mine, soft and needy as she sucks and bites. Then, she pulls away and moves to the side.
Bastian is on his knees, and he stares at me with lustful, tear-filled eyes. He clutches my thighs and pushes them wider as he chokes on my cock, and I can’t stand it. I reach forward, grab a handful of his dark brown hair, and twine it between my fingers.
“Look at you,” I say hoarsely. “So pretty on your knees for me.” I thrust, hitting the back of Bastian’s throat. “Do you want to swallow my cum, beautiful?”
He nods quickly, his lips making obscene slurping noises and dripping saliva as he pulls back and takes me deep again.
My breath stutters at the sight, and I orgasm so hard, so suddenly, my vision blackens at the edges.
I fuck Bastian’s mouth disjointedly while I unload for what seems like forever, and he swallows everything, his grip on my thighs tight.
Watching a string of cum dribbling from his puffy red lips is so fucking hot.
We stare at each other in shocked silence.
“Well, I’m putting that in my spank bank,” Fi mumbles.
I glance at her, amused. Bastian looks down and flushes, his hand dropping below the bed.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Sorry, Stitch,” he mutters. “I got cum all over the edge of your friend’s quilt.”
“You came again? From just giving a blow job?”
“I, err, yes?”
I push myself up and look over the edge of the bed. He’s sitting cross-legged on the floor now, naked from the waist down, and his release is all over his shirt, the comforter, and the carpet. He runs a shaky hand through his mussed hair and gives me an apologetic look.
I start to laugh.
“See? Spank bank,” Fi repeats.
“Don’t worry about it, Bastian.” I flop back onto the bed with a tired, content sigh. “It was worth it.”
Bastian stands and pulls his shirt over his head, using it to wipe up what he can. He really is a work of art, all bunching muscles, hard lines, and flushed skin.
“You’re staring,” he grumbles.
“Yup.” I pop the P with purpose as I say it. Fi starts to rise from the bed, and I grab her hand and pull her against me. “Where’re you going?”
“Shouldn’t we finish unpacking the truck?” she asks innocently.
I tweak one of her nipples through her shirt. “How is it that you’re fully clothed, while we’re mostly naked and covered in bodily fluids?” I look up at Sebastian, who’s just pulling on his boxers. “Want to help me out here?”
He smirks and reaches for Fi’s legs. She squeals and tries to roll from the bed, but I grab her shoulders, pinning her arms to her side. She starts kicking and laughing hysterically as Bastian removes her boots and socks and finally pulls down her leggings.
“Fuck, that tickles!” she shrieks, wiggling in my grasp as his fingers slide up her ankles. But when he reaches the inside of her thighs, she relaxes and spreads her legs wide with a content sigh.
I lean forward and suck her neck and Bastian wastes no time pushing her panties aside and laying his mouth on her. She bucks and mewls as he laps at her pussy with far more confidence than he did that first time in the barn.
“Seb, this is gonna be quick,” Fi pants.
I loosen my grip as her body strains, pushing toward Bastian’s mouth. He brings up a finger and pushes it inside her, and she lets out a string of curses, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him even closer as her legs shake with her orgasm.
She collapses back against my chest while Sebastian continues to drop tender kisses on her thighs. He crawls up onto the bed next to us.
Fi’s breathing evens out, and she turns in my arms, watching us intently, her red hair a fiery, tangled mess.
After a minute of silence, my stomach gurgles loudly, and I blush. “So what’s for lunch?”
Sebastian rolls his eyes, his hand skimming over my bare thigh. Goose bumps sheet my skin at his touch. His fingers trace up my leg, dangerously close to my flaccid cock, and then up one side of my Adonis belt and across the faint outline of my abs.
He glances up, his blue eyes normally so closed off and serious, and I see lust and confusion, something akin to wonder, and for the first time in a very long time, I feel like my body hasn’t failed me.
I spent so many months after my accident feeling trapped, unable to get a full breath, my muscles losing their hard edges as I binged on alcohol, but maybe it’s time to accept the new me.
I may not be the unstoppable force that I was, but I’m still strong and capable and wanted, and maybe that’s enough.