Page 81 of Fractured Grief
“You have that now, too.” He beamed down at me.
I loved it when he smiled. It lit up his whole demeanor and made his beautiful green eyes shine. I cherished every single one I was able to bring out. He’d come a long way from the gruff and grumpy man I’d first met; I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” Sebasked.
“I was just thinking how far you’ve come since we first met. I used to try so hard to coerce a smile or even a smirk out of you, and now you’re smiling freely. It just makes me so happy.”
“That’s all you, Sunshine.” Seb halted us on the sidewalk, just in front of his house. “You’re my heart. I’d do anything to make you as happy as you’ve made me.” His large hand caressed my cheek. I don’t think I’d ever get used to the way this man made me feel.
“I love you,” I whispered, nuzzling his hand and kissing his palm.
“You have my whole heart.” Seb leaned down to kiss me, and his hands traveled down to pull me to him. He was nearly bent in half to meet my lips, but I never wanted him to stop.
“Let’s take this inside. I can’t get enough of you,” I whispered against his lips, willing myself to calm down. We had all the time in the world.
“You read my mind.” Seb hurried us up the steps and into the house. “Lyric,” Seb called out, only to be met with silence.
He locked the front door and lifted me into his arms, pushing us back against the door to kiss down my neck as his cane clattered to the floor. He held me up, like I weighed nothing, and that only increased my arousal.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he breathed into my skin, nipping and sucking everywhere he could reach. I was sure I’d have his marks on me when we were done, and that sent a thrill straight to my cock.
I was already hard and aching from his manhandling. I loved that he could pick me up and move me around. Use me how he wanted. I was on edge in a matter of minutes, but I didn’t want it to be over too soon. I wanted to explore.
“Bedroom,” I hissed as Seb shifted me, so my cock brushed his abs. “Oh fuck,” I groaned. “Bedroom, now, please.”
It went completely against the physical therapist in me, but Seb gripped me to his chest and carried me to his room without his cane. I was amazed at his progress as he dropped me on his bed and made quick work of his shirt and pants.
I groaned at the sight of his cock, needing to taste it again. I hurried to strip down and pull Seb back on top of me. Relishing in the feel of his large body caging me in and pressing me into the mattress.
We kissed and caressed as our hands roamed everywhere we could reach. Seb played me like a fiddle, and every touch lit me up. In a move that surprised both of us, I managed to flip us, so I was straddling his chest.
I kissed over his neck and down his body, savoring all the sounds I could draw out of him. I traced each tattooed line with my tongue, worshiping his story inked on his skin. I paid special attention to his scars and the injuries that brought us together.
Seb was a whimpering mess on the bed when I was finally satisfied and had taken my fill.
When I made it to his cock, his throaty little moans had turned to mumbled begging. My chest puffed out atthe idea that I was bringing this large man to his knees, pleading for pleasure only I could give him.
His cock was flushed and leaking, surrounded by unruly thick black hair. He smelled like man and musk, and I loved it. I licked around the base, reacquainting myself with his shaft. I enjoyed the way his hands gripped the sheets and the scorching look in his eyes. He set me on fire. He was a god, lying there for me to worship.
I licked up his cock, teasing as I went. His whimpers and moans turned to pleas as I suckled on the head.
“Fuck, Indy…please, please…more…I need more,” he muttered on a loop as he moved to grip my hair.
Feeling bolder than I did before, I stopped and grabbed his hands, moving to hold them above his head.
“Ah, ah, ah,” I teased, reveling in Seb’s broken-off groan and the sheen of sweat covering his delectable body. “I’m in control,” I growled, surprised at how gravelly my voice sounded.
Seb flushed and shivered as he bobbed his head, clearly enjoying this power exchange.
“Hands above your head,” I barked. Seb’s eyes rolled back as he groaned and bucked under me, his cock slapping my ass. I loved the various feelings ricocheting through me.
“Keep them there until I say. If you move them, I might have to bind you.”
Seb bit his lip and whimpered.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you. You’d like the idea of being bound and begging. Trust up and at my mercy, knowingI’m the only one who can give you pleasure,” I taunted, relishing in the way he moaned and how much his cock was leaking.
I’d never felt so powerful. It was a heady feeling and damn it, was addictive.
