Page 64 of Head Over Wheels

His gaze clouded. ‘Are you actually tired, or just sick of my family?’

‘Bonne nuit,mon chou!’ I heard from behind us, in a decidedly put-out tone.

Seb bit his lip over a wince and then called out good night to his grandma. When she was gone, he prompted me with a look.

‘Er, it’s time to lie down kind of tired.’

His small smile was more sympathetic and less sexy and Iwas obviously failing at this. ‘So, guest room and sleep? My room and sleep? My room and film first?’ he asked lightly.

After all the little touches, the confusing emotions of the day, it shouldn’t have surprised me that I blew a fuse. Stretching up to whisper into his ear, I said, ‘Your room and I suck your cock?’

I wished I could have caught and bottled the whimper that emerged from his throat. His breath was hot on my cheek. ‘You— We haven’t discussed the… boundaries of the arrangement,’ he said in a low voice. I was worried for a moment he’d resist, but his hand fisted in the front of the sweatshirt I was wearing – another of his soft ones that I was considering stealing.

‘Bonne nuit, tous les deux.’

He snatched his hand away as Rôsine flapped her farming magazine at us and shuffled towards the hall. ‘Bonne nuit,’ he called back casually, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. Waiting until after his mother had disappeared down the hall, he softly rasped, ‘Do you mean a fake fuck?’

Watching his lips form those words made my vision blur and my mouth water, hot, syrupy need flooding my body. ‘Well, I could give you a fake blow job or a real one,’ I murmured in reply. ‘Up to you.’

His exhale was so laboured it was almost a whistle. ‘You don’t have to do anything.’

I licked my lips and enjoyed the sight of his throat bobbing – probably as he swallowed his tongue. ‘If you want to keep boundaries, I could just tell you, instead, how I’d put mymouth on your dick. I remember how thick and hard you got last time and I want to see how deep I can take you. I’d be on my knees, pulling down your pants, and then I’d take the head in my—’

With a strangled grunt, he grabbed both of my hands and dragged me down the hall to his room, slamming the door harder than he’d intended, if his grimace was anything to go by. Caging me in against the jamb, he took a deep, unsteady breath.

‘Fake relationship, real sex, okay?’ He seemed to struggle even to say those few words.

‘Okay.’

Chapter 26

Seb

That ‘okay’ was all I needed to put my mouth on hers like a match to kindling and then I was consumed. All I could feel, could see was Lori, her hair in a messy bun on top of her head, wearing the shorts and sweatshirt I’d given her last night, smelling like my soap and all of my dreams come true.

Sex was fine – it was fun and light-hearted and not serious and definitely wouldn’t mess with our heads when we got back to racing.

All that stuff might not have been true, but sex was definitely happening. It wasnecessary.

‘It’s so hot when you wear my clothes,’ I mumbled, my hands finding their way to the skin of her waist.

‘That’s a simple fantasy,’ she replied, smiling against my lips.

‘Oh I, eh, have some complex ones if you’d prefer,’ I said, my words puttering out as she nudged my chest, making me stumble backwards.

Dropping to her knees, she tugged down my tracksuit bottoms and boxer shorts with an enthusiasm that brought a groan up my chest. Her words were still echoing in my brain and my heart was ready to burst at the proof that she hadn’t been bluffing – she really was about to take my cock in her mouth. Thrusting my fingers into her hair for balance, I landed heavily on the edge of the bed as my knees gave out, spreading my legs to encourage her.

I didn’t know if I was dragging her to where I wanted her or just hanging on while she came close, but her keen little hum gave me all the encouragement I needed to push my aching cock past her lips.

I hissed as her tongue curled around me and she sucked. ‘You’ve got to tell me,’ I said tightly, holding her still as I thrust in. ‘Tell me if I go too far.’

Pulling off with a grin that turned me into a puddle of need, she said, ‘You haven’t got there yet,’ and ducked down again.

‘Fuck,’ I whined, brushing my fingers over her face, cupping her jaw and watching as she let me pump, slow and hard, into her gorgeous mouth, as she invited me to. I couldn’t keep the words in. ‘How did I ever get so lucky? Nothing is ever going to be as good as this, as your mouth. I don’t know if you should let me do this, baby. It’s so fucking good.’

She moaned around me and her hand sneaked down her own body to tease herself and a flash of longing of a different sort ripped through me. Pulling out of her mouth, I drew her to standing when she peered questioningly at me.

‘Can we fuck? I want to fuck you again.’

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