Page 32 of Tempting Sebastian

“Oh! I…I don’t know.” He laughed a nervous laugh.

Walking over to him, I grabbed his clothes. “Stop. Get your ass in our room.” I turned and left, and he followed behind me. Opening the closet, I pointed to the section where I had cleared it for his things.

“You made room for me?” He looked at me, his hands in his pockets, looking so good.

“Of course I did. You didn’t think I asked you to move in just so you could sleep in a different bed, did you?” I laughed. Hanging up his clothes, I loved that his stuff was with mine.

Jackson came up behind me and wrapped his hands around me. I leaned back against him. Before I could turn around, he was sliding his hand down to my cock and rubbing me. Groaning, I said, “Jackson, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

He laughed. “Oh, I’ll finish…and so will you.”

Instantly, my cock was throbbing in my pants. Biting my lip, I said, “Jackson...,” in a low, dark tone. I didn’t recognize my own voice. Jackson came around to the front of me and kneeled. I pulled my dick out and dragged it across his lips. “Open up for me. This is what you want, right?” Opening his mouth, he took all of me down to the base. “Fuck.” He sucked me hard, applying pressure with his tongue to the underside of me. “Shit…yes, just like that. That’s so good, baby.” Finally, I said, “Stop. I wanna try something. Take your pants off.” We were still inside the walk-in closet, but I didn’t care. I grabbed some blankets from one of the shelves and told him to turn around and put his face in the blankets.

“Wait, what? What are you…”

“Trust me. You’ll like it…” I said to him with a mischievous smile.

He did as he was told, so I kneeled between his cheeks and spread his ass apart with my hands and spit on his hole, making him gasp. “Sebastian, what the…”

Before he could finish, I went in. Licking his hole, my grip on his ass was probably leaving marks but I didn’t care. My cock was so fucking hard. I’d wanted to do it for a long time. He moaned with each pass of my tongue and his moans made me want to come. Coming up for air, I finally said, “I want to fuck this.”

“Do it. I can’t take it anymore,” he said, sounding needy. I grabbed lube off the shelf and poured it down his ass and all over me. “Bash, wait. The floor. The carpet.”

“I don’t care. We’re marking every part of this house. It’s ours and this ass is mine.”

“It’s yours,” he said as I lined my dick up to his very wet hole.

“I’m gonna pound you so fucking hard, babe.” Then I pushed cock inside slowly. Painfully slow.

Jackson moaned out, “Aaah…fuck.”

“That’s right. I want to live inside you. All mine, every part of you.” He pushed back, sliding onto my dick until I groaned out because how it felt better and better each time. Gripping his hips, I thrusted into him over and over, and I felt him pushing back against me. “Damn.” Harder and harder we fucked, picking up the pace. Even though I was behind him, it felt like he was controlling everything. He was pushing himself harder against me, and I was trying not to come.

“Yes, Bash. Fill me up. Fucking fill me…oh god…” Him calling me Bash sent me over the edge.

“Jackson, I’m gonna fucking come.” I thrusted deeper and harder into him until I finally fell apart.

“Yes, Sebastian. I can feel you throbbing inside me. Oh my god.” He reached for his dick and jacked off until he came too.

I slowly pulled out of him and leaned over his back. “Are you ok?”

“Am I okay? I’ve gotten fucking rug burn on my knees and bruises on my hips.” He laughed. “Yes, Sebastian. I’m ok. You felt amazing.”

I helped him up. He looked down at the carpet and laughed hard. “It’s a fucking mess.”

I shrugged. “Worth it.”

“Yeah, it was.” He kissed me and then went to the bathroom.

*

When Jackson came downstairs, I was in the kitchen, leaning on the kitchen counter. “What are you doing?” he asked.

I pushed the bag toward him. “This is for you. I got it for you a while ago and wanted to give it to you earlier, but then you told me you were moving out and well the rest is history.”

“You got something for me? What is it?” He was standing with his hands in his sweatpants pockets. He looked so damn good. How was I supposed to not want to fuck him all the time. Jackson was a beautiful human being. His eyes were mesmerizing. I always caught myself staring at him. I think from the moment I interviewed him all those years ago, there was something about him. He’s always had an aura about him that made you want to be around him. Even though I called him annoying and said he smiled too much, that was just my grumpy side. Jackson was usually clean cut but our laziness and humping like rabbits brought on a five-o-clock shadow that I found insanely attractive. I was the one with the beard but wondered what he'd look like with one.

Regaining my composure, I said, “Yes, for you. Please open it.”

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