Page 89 of When We Ignite
“Fuck, that’s it,” he whispered against my lips, stroking faster and drawing another sound from me. He groaned softly, his lips trailing to my neck.
His kisses were soft, lingering at my collarbone before leaving a trail down my body. He paused at my hips, glancing up to make sure I was still watching. When he saw my wide-eyed stare, he smiled, leaning down to kiss the inside of my thigh.
“Ash, could you just kiss me again?” I asked, my voice wavering with nervousness.
“No, darling. We’re moving forward,” he said firmly, setting the boundary with no room for argument.
I opened my mouth to object, but before I could, his tongue ran along the underside of my cock.
“Fuck,” I whimpered, my body jolting at the sensation.
He smiled, his tongue flicking out again, this time over the head, before he took me past his lips.
“Fuck,” I repeated, my breath hitching. My hands instinctively found their way into his hair, gripping tightly as he bobbed his head, sucking with a skill that made it impossible to stay quiet.
Sebastian was predictably incredible at this—confident, deliberate, and maddeningly skilled. Every movement was calculated, turning me into a quivering mess in seconds. My focus blurred, the only clear thought in my mind a desperate hope to last longer.
“Ash,” I gasped, tugging at his hair.
He released me with a soft pop, glancing up with a grin that made my stomach flip.
“What is it, darling?” he asked, his hand stroking me slowly.
“Can you slow down?” I managed, my voice shaky.
“Is it feeling a little too good?” he teased, his grin widening when I nodded. “Sure, sweetheart,” he murmured, taking me into his mouth again, this time as far as he could manage. The sensation drew a strangled sound from me, and I bent my knees, throwing my head back against the bed.
“Did you jerk off today?”
I blinked, wide-eyed. “What?”
“There’s a point to the question, I promise,” he assured me, his hand moving at an almost lazy pace.
“Yeah,” I admitted reluctantly.
“When?” he pressed.
“The shower,” I said, swallowing hard.
“The one you took this morning or the one you just took?”
“Before lunch,” I answered honestly, my face heating under his amused gaze.
“Really? Were you that worked up about seeing me again? Did you think about me while you did it?” His grin stretched wider as he picked up the pace again.
“Fucking creep,” I muttered, nudging him with my leg.
He laughed, licking me once more, making me shudder. “I need you to give me a little time, darling. Try to hold off until I tell you to come. If you can’t, it’s fine. We’ll just start over.”
Sebastian reached for the lube, shifting it out of my sight. His mouth resumed its work, and my head pressed back against the mattress, my thoughts dissolving in the pleasure he was giving me. I nearly forgot about it entirely—until I felt his hand graze lower over my balls.
“Ash,” I said, my voice uneven.
He shook his head, taking me deeper. A loud moan tore from my throat, and I lost myself for a moment before his fingers moved lower. They were probing, pressing between my cheeks—cold and slick—and I flinched instinctively. He didn’t stop; instead, he applied firmer pressure. My hands twisted in his hair as I felt the pad of his finger touch the furrowed skin.
“Ash,” I tried again, but he silenced me by taking me to the back of his throat. A wave of pleasure crashed over me, pulling my head back as I gasped.
He stopped. “Just relax, darling. Please do that for me, okay?”
