Chapter 28
TWENTY-EIGHT
NICOLO
Fast-food boxes with rapidly cooling leftovers sit beside the mattress Sebastian dragged out of the shipping container before it got dark. The movie I’m supposed to be watching with him is more background noise than anything. I don’t have a clue what’s happening onscreen.
My entire being is focused on the man at my back and the set of mindless fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh. If Sebastian’s goal is to drive me half insane with lust: mission accomplished.
A couple inches higher and he’s going to make contact with my aching cock. I wish he’d cross those inches and take me into his warm palm, jerk me off until I spill over his fingers if he’s not going to fuck me senseless.
That would be better than this—his thick thighs boxing me in, his chest solid against my back, his breath hot on my neck as his free hand supports the phone in front of us and the other tortures me.
“Doing okay?” Sebastian asks. It must be a trick question. He can’t be so unaware of what he’s doing to me. How turned on I am. No one is that oblivious. A glance down and he’ll see the dark stain of my desire on the fabric of my shorts.
I grasp his wrist and jerk his hand up until his palm is pressing against my leaking cock, through the shorts I changed into after putting away the groceries. “What do you think?”
He squeezes my cock and slowly teases the head with his thumb. I moan and thrust against his hand as I drop my head on his shoulder. “Sebastian.”
Hasn’t he tortured me enough? Wouldn’t he rather slide his hand into my shorts and touch me for real? Or better yet, remove them and take another taste of me while getting me ready to take his cock.
We didn’t buy lube today for no reason. Or at least I hope not.
“You don’t want to finish the movie?” He nips at my ear.
I groan and push back against him. “Don’t tease me.”
Hasn’t he done enough of that for the past hour?
“Alright. Okay, little brother.” Sebastian chuckles as he slides his hand into my shorts. “Is this what you want?”
I slump against him with a needy whine and clench at his thighs as he wraps his fingers around my cock. He slowly strokes me from base to tip, teasing the sensitive underside with his index finger. It’s not everything I want, but it’s better than him ignoring my cock altogether.
“You’re so wet for your big brother, Nicolo.” He licks and nips at my throat as he toys with my leaking slit. If I’m wetter than normal, I can’t tell. All I know is my cock is rock hard, my balls so full when I finally do come I might drown in the flood.
“Please, Sebastian.” What do I need to say or do to get him to make me come? I’m not above begging if that’s what he wants from me. So long as I get what I want too, I’ll beg and plead.
He pulls his hand away from my cock and out of my shorts. I whine, but before I can form a coherent protest I’m flat on my back. Sebastian is over top of me, a smirk pulling at his mouth. It still takes my breath away how handsome he is, more so in the low light, his hair in disarray, eyes warm and bright, a dark shadow of scruff on his square jaw.
“Why the rush? We have all night.” He teases the waistband of my shorts.
I scoff, wrap my arms around his neck and jerk him down before slotting my mouth over his. I shove my tongue into his mouth to simply take what I want.
No way in hell am I waiting all night to get fucked, much less come. Sebastian isn’t that patient either. I simply have to give him the right kind of incentive. Considering the hard length pressed against my inner thigh, that shouldn’t be difficult.
Our tongues slide together, wet and hot, dirty but somehow still soft, still Sebastian taking care of me the same way he always has. He licks into my mouth and runs his hand up my chest, each finger a match strike on my flesh, before his thumb brushes across my nipple. The touch has me grinding my cock against his abdomen, hard and already on edge.
“Do you want me to tell you what I have planned, or surprise you?” His voice is rough, breath hot against my cheek when I finally release his mouth.
“Does your plan end with your cock in me?” I comb my fingers through his hair, brushing honey-blonde strands off his forehead.
“Wouldn’t be much of a plan if it didn’t.” He kisses the corner of my mouth before making his way across my jaw and down my throat.
“Surprise me then.” I gasp and shove my fingers into his hair when his lips close around my nipple. He licks and sucks at the sensitive point before carving a path with his mouth and tongue down my chest, and across my abdomen. I squirm away from his mouth when he dips his tongue into my belly button with a hum.
He nips at my hip and eases my shorts over my ass, down my thighs, and off. My cock stands straight up and beyond ready between us. “Can you reach the lube?”
I glance at the bottle beside the bed. “If I need to.”
“Not yet,” he says before flicking his tongue over the tip of my cock. I arch towards his mouth, sucking in a sharp breath. My slit bubbles with pre-cum and Sebastian licks it away before grabbing the back of my thighs and shoving my knees to my chest.
I feel less exposed this time, knowing what he has planned—just how good it will feel to have his tongue on my hole. I grasp behind my knees to keep my legs up. He laughs under his breath, hot hands framing my ass before he pulls my cheeks apart so he can see.
There’s no slow build or moment of indecision. Sebastian doesn’t warn me with a warm breath before he shoves his face between my cheeks and eats at my hole like a starving man. His scruff is sharp on my smooth asscheeks but the abrasive scratch only makes my cock harder.
Every sound I make is matched by one from him. He grunts and groans, uses his lips and teeth, licks and sucks, all in a bid to drive me half mad. I’m choking on every breath I take when he finally shoves his tongue into my hole.
The feeling of him tasting that part of me is mind numbing. I’m shaking as he fucks me with his tongue, my hard cock leaking so much pre-cum is pooling in my belly button.
Last night has nothing on right now. No careful exploration in sight; Sebastian eats me as if he plans to devour me. My toes curl and I wheeze for breath. Every exhale is a whistle as I roll my hips and ride his tongue.
I don’t know how something so filthy can feel so good, but it does. Good enough I think I could come from his tongue in my ass alone. “Sebastian.”
His tongue leaves my hole but a second later my cock is engulfed in heat. I cry out and shove my fingers into his hair, sobbing as he sucks me to the back of his throat. The tight squeeze as he swallows is everything I never knew I needed.
“Fuck. Fuck. Sebastian. I . . .” I don’t know what I want to say. Maybe that I can’t take any more. That if he keeps going I’m going to come down his throat like an exploding geyser.
He extends his hand to me, his new gold wedding band glinting in the light as his tongue dips into my slit. It takes me way too long to understand what he wants but when I do, I slap around for the bottle of lube and shove it into his hand when I find it.
Not once does he break rhythm as he pops the top and coats his fingers in the clear liquid. His mouth feels too good and I’m too consumed by pleasure to be nervous as he reaches under me and slips a finger inside.
“Sebastian.” It’s too much. His mouth. His finger.
He sucks and fucks me hard and fast, then hard but slow enough I tug on his hair and try to fuck his throat. Not that he lets me. Instead he simply sucks on my head, ignoring my shaft completely. My balls are throbbing and I can’t catch my breath. My fingers and toes tingle as a tear runs down my cheek. I need more.
Sebastian slips a second finger into my body, quickly followed by a third without me having to ask. He curls them to brush against the spot inside of me that makes me feel like I’ve been tossed into an open fire.
I sob as my cock pulses and I spill across his tongue. He doesn’t pull away, just catches shot after shot as I moan and shake until I collapse on the mattress. I’m still heaving for breath when Sebastian takes hold of my chin and parts my lips before he opens his mouth.
My cum drips off his tongue and onto my own before he captures my mouth with a groan. Our tongues twist and tangle as we share the bitter liquid between us before he swallows it and licks at the corner of my mouth to catch a runaway drop.
It should bother me, being forced to taste my own cum like that, but because it’s Sebastian it only has my cock twitching with renewed interest.
Who knew he was such a freak?
“Still want my cock, Nicolo?” It nudges my balls when he rolls his hips. I wrap my legs around his midsection and tilt my hips as I latch onto his shoulders. This time, when he thrusts against me, his cock head catches my slick rim.
It wouldn’t take any real force for him to slide inside of me, not with how much time he spent licking me open and fucking me with his fingers.
“You said your plan ended with your cock inside me. Is that still the plan?”
He grabs my leg and pushes my knee to my chest as he sits back. His grin is pure wicked delight as he slips a finger into my body. “One of them.”
One? Just how many plans does he have?