Page 24 of Sebastian

Christian trails kisses along my jaw and up to my ear. He catches the small silver ball of my earring with his teeth. He tugs and it’s like there’s a string connecting my ear directly to my dick. I jerk under Christian, my hips pushing up to find something to grind against. He pins me with his body, one thigh wedged high against my crotch, then sneaks his arms under me, practically lifting me off the bed to press us closer to each other.

He’s everywhere—above me and below me and I’m drowning in him. We need to slow down. We need to draw this out. Or it’s going to be the shortest damn video I ever post.

I push against Christian’s shoulders and he sits up, giving me some room to breathe. It only lasts for the second it takes for him to strip off his t-shirt, revealing that wide expanse of carefully contoured muscle and two intricate sleeves of tattoos.

Oh god, so much for trying to breathe. He’s gorgeous. Like, really fucking gorgeous. It’s a thousand times better in person than it is on the screen or in a photograph. It makes me weak in the knees and if I wasn’t already flat on my back, the vision of Christian, kneeling there, would send me down.

I push myself up so I can touch him, so I can prove to myself that I’m not hallucinating. I run my palms over the bumps of Christian’s abs, over the mounds of his chest. I lean forward to take one of his dusky nipples into my mouth. His skin is taut under my tongue, his muscle jumps under my lips. Christian’s fingers weave into my hair as his head falls back with a groan.

I somehow remember to sneak a glance toward the camera, where the view screen is flipped around so I can check our framing without having to get out of bed. What I see stuns me. Christian looks like he’s lost in pleasure. Eyes closed, mouth open, back slightly arched to put himself on full display. I’m below him, lips and tongue worshiping every inch of skin I can reach, hands around the narrow of his waist, holding him to me.

The framing is perfect. We’re perfect together. My heart flips over in my chest.

I reach for the button on Christian’s jeans. He bends his head forward to watch as I pull the zipper down one tooth at a time. He’s wearing black briefs underneath and the fabric is wet. I suck on it, drawing the pre-cum out of the fabric and onto my tongue. It tastes musky and sharp at the same time and my mind fritzes out a little as the scent of it fills my senses.

I hook my fingers under the elastic waistband of his briefs and pull everything down until Christian’s cock springs out, practically hitting me in the face. It’s huge. Long and thick with bluish-purple veins running under the paper-thin skin. It looks so much bigger in person than it does in his videos. So much longer and thicker, the head more swollen, the veins prominent. It’s magnificent.

I need to suck on it. I need to shove it as deep into my throat as it’ll go. But first…

I scramble for my phone that’s sitting on a pillow and hand it to Christian. “Take this, point it at your dick.”

Christian frowns at it for a second before tapping on the screen. I wait for him to give me the go-ahead before diving in.

I wrap my fingers around his cock. It’s so hot and heavy and Christian’s stomach clenches visibly as I stroke it. I peek up at him, past the phone he’s holding with both hands, to his face where he’s scowling in concentration.

I stare at him as I lick him. One long lazy stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. I moan when I wrap my lips around the head—it fills my mouth so good. I tease the slit with the tip of my tongue and I’m rewarded with a spurt of pre-cum that I’m quick to drink down.

Christian’s dick stretches my jaw wide as I take in inch after inch. I’m not going to be able to get all of it, not from this angle, but I’m going to swallow as much as I possibly can. He’s breathing hard, his thighs trembling under my hands. I gaze up the length of him, directly into the phone’s camera, and choke myself a little on his cock.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he mutters and a thrill rushes through me.

I’m sucking Chris Preacher’s cock. It is in my mouth, halfway down my throat, and he likes it. Chris Preacher likes my blowjobs. It’s like a badge of honor that I want to wear on my chest. I want to parade the damn thing down the street so everyone knows: Chris Preacher likes my blowjobs.

I choke myself again and whatever I can’t get past my lips, I make up with my fist. It’s wet and messy and noisy. Christian’s pumping a steady stream of pre-cum onto my tongue and I’m desperate to know if his cum tastes as good, as intoxicating, as addicting.

I push him in deep, deep enough to cut off my airway, and I hold him there for as long as I can, sucking and swallowing and basically trying to suffocate myself on his cock. When I finally pull off, I’m so oxygen deprived that my whole body is tingly and the room tilts sideways.

Christian’s hand is on my cheek, his fingers brushing through my hair. He doesn’t say anything, but there’s a look in his eyes that reaches deep into me. It wraps itself around me and cinches tight. I’m caught. I’m trapped. And it feels like it’s exactly where I’m meant to be.

Christian sets my phone off to the side and bends down to catch my mouth in another one of those searing kisses. I could spend hours kissing him, willingly lose entire days just to keep kissing him.

I whine when Christian pulls away. I gasp when he grabs my hips and flips me over like I weigh nothing more than a pillow. He shifts behind me and tugs me into position, knees under me, ass pointed toward the camera. Then he spreads me apart.

“Oh god,” I groan.

Christian’s breath is cool when it blows over my slick hole. I can’t help but wriggle in anticipation, in need. He licks me with the tip of his tongue, a light circle around my hole that is just enough to tease and make me cry. He trails his tongue down my taint, then up to my hole again for another circle. Again and again, he does this until I’m wound up tight and gripping the covers, trying not to lose my mind.

When he finally spears his tongue inside, I practically sob in relief. I’m relaxed and open and Christian’s tongue goes in with barely any resistance. I shudder at the invasion, at how easily he slips past the ring of muscle and into me.

“Oh god, yes.” I tilt my hips, pressing back into Christian’s face. I reach behind me and rub my palm over his shortly-shorn hair, holding him in place as I fuck myself on his tongue.

Christian rakes his teeth against my skin, he rubs his beard up and down my crack. It’s so good, all the sensations layered one on top of another until I can feel my orgasm building up inside me. It’s too soon, too fast, and I reluctantly push Christian away.

“Had enough?” The amusement in Christian’s voice sends another shudder through me.

No, I haven’t had enough. I haven’t had nearly enough.

“I need that cock in me, like, right now.” I push myself up and tug on Christian’s arm to get him into position.

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