Page 92 of In the Net
I take him in my mouth, the salty flavor of pre-cum beading on his tip tingling my tongue.
“Fuuuuck,” Sebastian groans, the word a strangled growl in the air.
Still running my grip feather-light up and down his throbbing length, I coat his head with my lips. He’s falling to pieces above me, his muscles jumping, his breath going ragged, curses and moans dropping from his lips.
His dick is smooth, the skin soft and velvety despite being hard as steel. The articulation of his tip in my mouth feels so good, I could run my tongue around it all day long. I roll my thighs together, seeking friction for my center that’s drenched and tingling with need.
Sebastian’s hand spears into my hair, where he wraps it around his fist and pulls with a sharp tug. Hot electricity shoots from my scalp straight to between my legs, where my desire turns into a sharp, hammering throb.
Every inch of my body is so wound up that I can’t help but increase my suction as my lips streak up and down his cock. When I slant the flat of my tongue over Sebastian’s leaking tip, I can feel that he’s close.
I start to go faster, wanting to taste the spill of his release in my mouth, but he suddenly pulls his hips back, depriving me of him.
My mouth opens to question what he’s doing, but before I can get a word out, he’s gathered me in his arms and is lifting me off my knees, into the air, and marching me up the stairs.
“Not yet,” he says, determination fixed in his voice. “I’m not coming until I’ve been inside you again.”
In my room, Sebastian makes quick work of my clothes before dropping me onto my bed. But not on my back. He leaves me lying face down. Instinctively, I tilt my hips, exposing my wetness to him.
His growl rumbles through the room. The low, rough sound goes straight to my core.
“I want to have you in all the ways I’ve imagined,” he rasps.
I let out a needy moan. “Yes,” I say. “There’s a condom in the drawer next to the bed.” It’s been a while since I’ve hooked up with anyone other than Sebastian, but it’s smart to keep a couple around, just in case. Right now, I’m glad I did.
The edge of the mattress sinks as he props his knees on it. He spreads my legs, lining himself up against me. I hear the condom wrapper tear, and I know he’s rolling it down his cock.
“You should see yourself right now,” he says, his voice thick with marvel and admiration. “So wet. Fuckingglisteningfor me. It’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”
He pushes into me, and my brain turns to mush. The feeling of his muscular hips slapping against my ass is too much. Pleasure radiates through my body, ratcheting higher with every hard, vigorous thrust.
I prop myself up high enough to push back against him, meeting every forward push. My ass claps against his hips, my sensitive skin stinging in the best way from the rough contact.
The ball of pressure low in my center expands, telling me I’m reaching the point of no return.
I don’t want to come like this, though, face down and Sebastian leaning over me. I want to be the one on top as we finish.
I draw my hips away from him. The lack of his size inside me makes my chest plummet in disappointment, but it’s only long enough for me to turn around, grab him by the shoulders, and haul him back-first onto my bed.
I straddle him, sliding him back into me.
His hands clasp onto my hips as I ride him, spearing myself with his cock. I plant my hands on the slabs of his chest muscles as I bounce.
The sight of him on his back, his glasses still on, his tangly dark hair matted with sweat to his forehead, his muscular torso on full display, his jaw clenched with intensity, his eyes burning on my naked body, it’s all too much. There’s no chance of holding my climax at bay for long.
When Sebastian lets go of my hip to bring his hand to where we meet, drawing circles around my taut clit, I fall over the edge.
My orgasm rips through me. My eyes close so tightly that bursts of light erupt on the dark canvas of my eyelids. Sebastian keeps working me with his thumb, drawing the climax out beyond what I thought possible. I’m plunged into a sea of bliss, unsure which way is up or how much time is passing. One thing I do notice, from the way Sebastian pulls tight underneath me, is that he’s coming, too.
I collapse next to him, feeling like every drop of energy has been wrung from my body.
In my depleted state, for the first time, I don’t have the energy to push away or deny a realization that’s been chasing me for a long time.
I’m not ready for my fake relationship with Sebastian to end after the wedding in two weeks.
And maybe I don’t want it to be fake anymore.
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