Page 61 of Sebastian

Christian taking care of me last night could be chalked up to friendship. Noel probably would’ve done the same if I’d asked him to. But the way he took care of me, the tenderness in his eyes, the gentleness of his touch, the warmth of him all wrapped up around me… it feels like more than friendship.

Maybe I’m deluding myself? Or tricking myself into seeing something that isn’t there?

What would someone like Christian see in someone like me? I’m babbling most of the time, going on about nerdy stuff no one really cares about. I’m riddled with anxiety and I never know when it’s going to rear its ugly head and swallow me whole.

Christian is older, he’s mature, he’s experienced. He’s lived a whole life, then walked away from it to build a completely new one. He’s so strong and steady and calm.

He doesn’t need me. He could do so much better than me. And yet, here he is.

Christian stirs like maybe he heard my thoughts. He blinks blearily in the moonlight filtering in through the window.

“Hey,” I whisper when he focuses on me.

“Hey.” His voice is lower and more gravelly than normal and it rakes across my skin in a scintillating glide. He rubs his eyes and stretches. “Why are you awake?”

“So I can watch you sleep.”

He chuckles and the vibrations travel through the mattress to resonate in my chest. “Should I be worried about you taking advantage of me?”

I smile. “I hadn’t thought of that, but now that you mention it…” I throw my leg over his hip and pull us flush to one another, chest to chest, stomach to stomach. “Maybe you can take advantage of me,” I whisper against Christian’s mouth.

We’re both pretty gross. Neither of us have taken a shower after our sweaty jaunt down the red carpet. We’re not polished and clean, primped and ready for the camera, but I haven’t felt this turned on in ages. I haven’t wanted Christian this badly in my life.

Our kiss is lazy and sleepy. Our hands wander in leisurely exploration. I grow hard by degrees, a slow and steady rise rather than the sudden spike of arousal that usually hits me when I’m with Christian.

He moans and his hips tilt forward, bringing our cocks together in a sizzle of heat. I whimper into Christian’s mouth and he grunts in response. He kisses along my jaw, or more accurately, rubs his beard along it, then down my neck and over to my shoulder. I’m going to be covered in beard burn and I won’t be able to hide it with clever collars. The thought of carrying Christian’s mark publicly, of showing it off to the world—fuck, my balls tighten and my cock jumps.

“I love the way you smell,” Christian mumbles against my skin before licking a path up my neck.

“What do I smell like?” Ripe is the first word that comes to mind.

“Delicious,” Christian says instead. “Heavenly. Divine.”

I whimper again at the verbal onslaught.

“You taste magnificent.” He draws my ear between his teeth, lashing the lobe with his tongue before catching my earring. “I can’t get enough of you. Fuck, I never want to let you go.”

The words reach deep inside me, wind around my heart, binding me to Christian like nothing else can. “More,” I beg.

He doesn’t hesitate. “I love how we fit together.” He arches into me as if to prove his point.

I hike my leg up a tiny bit higher to squeeze out any molecule of air that dares to try and get between us.

Christian moans in approval. “See? Perfectly matched.” His hand draws down the length of my back and settles on my ass, massaging the muscles in his big hand. “Perfect fit.” He dips his fingers down the back of my briefs and into my crack to find my hole. “Here too.”

I shudder as he rubs slow circles around my hole. Almost zero pressure, just enough for me to know he’s there.

“Remember how I fit in here?” Christian asks, tapping once.

How could I ever forget? “Yesss.”

“So tight.” Another tap. Feather-light.

“Yesss.”

“I’d live there if I could.”

“Fuck.” I don’t know what to do—push my hips forward to rub my dick on Christian’s stomach or back to encourage his fingers into my ass. “Christian.”

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