Page 93 of Brighter Shades of Light
Cody
Sebastian would never know how much I loved him. Loving someone in the military was tough, but he had stayed by my side—even while being states away—and offered me support and encouragement when I needed it most during my training.
During a few of my weaker moments when I did nothing but say how much I missed Sebastian, he reminded me why I was there. He never once made me feel guilty for not being with him, like Tristen said Blake did to him.
Sebastian grounded me when it felt like everything around me was falling away.
And here he was, stripping for me in the fancy hotel room he paid for just to come and see me for a few days. He had made a ton of these trips over the months, refusing to let the distance keep us apart.
He pulled off his tie and flung it to the side, all while holding my gaze.
I was so fucking hard as I watched him. Jacking off was a luxury at the base, unless you didn’t mind dudes walking in on you while doing the five knuckle shuffle on the ol’ piss pump, as Barry referred to it. So, it had been a while since I relieved some tension. And having the love of my life drill my ass seemed like the best way to do it.
Slowly, Sebastian removed his suit jacket and undid the buttons on his shirt. His sexy throat came into view as he popped open the collar, and I craved to nibble on his Adam’s apple. He opened the shirt, revealing his smooth chest and softly toned stomach. I shifted on the bed and breathed evenly through my nose. His body was perfect, as was the rest of him.
My mouth watered when I saw the dusting of his happy trail, and I groaned as visions of me following that trail with my tongue filled my head. I wanted to suck his cock and hear him moan my name. My hair wasn’t long enough for him to grab anymore, but I wanted him to hold my head in place and fuck my mouth.
God, I just wanted sex. Bad.
The jingle of his belt as he took it off made me harder. Something about that sound just shot straight to my cock. As he unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor, I pulled off my boxers, slid a hand between my legs, and gave myself a few strokes. I needed some kind of friction before I lost my mind.
“I love watching you touch yourself,” Sebastian said, crawling onto the bed. His wavy blond hair curtained around his face. Once he was close enough, I lifted a hand and gripped the silky locks, tiling his head back so I could kiss his throat. “I love when you dothat, too.”
He replaced my hand with his and stroked me. I gently bit his neck and groaned as his experienced hand twisted on the upstroke. And when he thumbed my slit, spreading a bead of pre-cum around my tip, I nearly came undone.
“Fuck,” I panted, looking between our bodies as he worked me with his hand. “I want you to fuck me. Now.”
“I have no intentions on fucking you, Mr. Miller.” Sebastian trailed his nose down my cheek and snagged my bottom lip between his teeth. He kissed me, alternating between soft and hard presses of his mouth to mine. “But I’m going to make love to you.”
Sebastian was the only person who had ever made love to me. Most people might not understand the difference, but I did. Fucking was great. It could even be passionate. But making love? It was when Sebastian kissed me as he pumped into my ass, how he slid his hand into mine and entwined our fingers, and it was the tender look in his eyes when he watched me come. It wasn’t only physical, but emotional. Spiritual, even.
After prepping me—fingering my hole so good my toes curled—Sebastian put on a condom and lubed up before angling his body over mine. As he peered down at me, his glasses fell a little and hung at the end of his nose. I took them off for him and placed them on the nightstand.
“Thank you.”
“Anytime,” I said. “I like being able to see your eyes.”
His shy smile made my stomach flutter.
When he pushed against my opening, I tensed before exhaling. On the exhale, his tip popped inside, and I winced at the sting. He stilled and kissed my forehead, giving me a moment to adjust before going deeper.
“Are you okay?” he asked breathily.
I nodded and captured his lips, grabbing his hips and pulling him forward. As his hard cock disappeared inside my body as far as it could go, we both groaned. I loved the fullness of having him buried to the hilt. It was a bit uncomfortable at first—it had been a while since we’d been together—but fucking amazing.
Sebastian rocked into me. Once. Twice. He pulled almost all the way out before plunging back in. His eyes found mine, and we stared at each other as he moved inside me. He grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, placing a kiss on my ring.
A lump wedged in my throat. I was caught between reveling in the way his cock pounded my ass and struggling with the sadness of when he’d have to leave again. I didn’t realize how hard the separation would be. Seeing him for a few days at a time was almost worse than not seeing him at all, because it reminded me what it was like to have him around.
“Look at me, baby,” Sebastian said, using the endearment for the first time.
A tear fell from my eye as I met his stare. He kissed my cheek, brushing the tear away with his lips. He didn’t ask what was on my mind. The way his lips trembled against my skin gave me a pretty good idea that his mind was in the same place.
He gave me shallow, then deep thrusts as he fused our mouths together. And when I came, I came hard. His hand jerked me as I shot my load onto my stomach. He wasn’t far behind. He dipped down to kiss the base of my throat as his muscles tensed.
Sebastian grunted, and his movements faltered. He was so fucking close. I could feel it. His face scrunched as he closed his eyes, and his mouth opened in a silent scream.
“Let it out,” I said, snaking my hands down his spine. “I wanna hear you.”
