Page 32 of Sebastian

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been pampered in such a way. When I was a kid, my parents had taken care of me whenever I was sick or injured, but it had been so long since they died that remembering them now felt like watching someone else’s life.

Since their death, Damien and I had done our best to take care of each other, but for so many years our goal was to simply stay alive. Comfort hadn’t been a priority.

While Newt was in the kitchen, I dozed off, drifting through a mix of scrambled memories. I awoke to the feeling of a hand on my shoulder, with the sound of a gunshot echoing in my ears and the scent of blood in my nose.

“Whoa,” Newt gasped when I instinctively knocked his hand away. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you. Here. You need to eat something.”

I stared blankly at the bowl of soup he handed me. Old memories faded behind my eyes, and I focused on the present.

There was no blood. No mafia goons with guns. Everyone was safe.

I sucked in a deep breath and took the bowl of soup, thanking Newt for his effort, but I regretted it the moment I took the first sip and nearly choked.

“Ugh. What is this? It’s worse than hospital food.”

Newt sat back down at my side and absently adjusted a few of the pillows. “Sorry. It was the only thing I could find in your kitchen without sodium. Too much salt isn’t good for you when you’re healing. I’ll stop at the store tomorrow and get you some better options.”

“Don’t worry about it. Just give Damien a list and he’ll go get it.” I stared down at the unappealing liquid filling my bowl. “So, is this what the next few weeks of my life are going to be like? Nothing but health food?”

When I continued to hold a staring contest with my meal rather than eating it, Newt nudged the bowl closer. “Until you’re better, yes. Now, eat up. You need to take your pills.”

Forgoing the spoon altogether, I brought the bowl to my lips and chugged the soup all at once. Luckily, it was a very thin broth so I didn’t choke. After it was gone, I immediately downed a glass of water along with my prescribed meds, but the aftertaste lingered on my tongue.

“Come here.” I tugged Newt closer. “I need something to wash the taste out.”

“I can get you more water.”

“No. I have a better idea.”

Before he could protest, I yanked my shirt off of him, then slid down the bed until I was lying flat on my back.

Newt wrapped his arms around his legs, hiding his suddenly naked body as he looked at me in confusion. “What are you doing?”

“Getting comfortable. Now come here. You’ve been doing so much to take care of me, I should reward you.”

He still seemed confused, but followed my directions as I guided him to kneel over my head.

“Are you sure about this?” His fingers gripped tightly to the headboard, and he looked down at me with wide eyes.

I grinned. “Absolutely.”

Taking hold of his hips, I positioned him so I could easily take his cock into my mouth without having to strain my neck.

The headboard rattled above me as Newt gripped it tighter. “Oh, you’re... Okay, we’re doing this.” He sucked in a deep breath and let out a hiss as I enveloped the head of his dick in my mouth, groaning as the taste of him graced my tongue and exploded in my mouth from the pearl of pre-cum on his slit

Laughing to myself, I hummed my appreciation around the flesh in my mouth before swallowing his shaft deeper. Newt whined and tried to buck his hips, but I held on tight. This time, we were going at my pace.

I kept it slow, teasing him with my lips and tongue as I drew him in and out of my mouth. Although I couldn’t see Newt’s expression, I could tell he was losing his mind from the way he kept babbling.

“Oh, please. More. No... I don’t. Yes. Like that.”

He never cursed like many people did during sex. Not even when his legs began to shake, and I could tell he was hanging on by a thread. He begged and pleaded with broken sentences, but not a single swear word slipped from his lips.

I kept it up as long as I could, bringing him right to the brink of orgasm before backing off, until his begging changed into kitten-like mewls. His thighs shook on either side of my head, and his hips twitched in sporadic little thrusts that didn’t go anywhere.

To put it simply, he was desperate.

It was just what I wanted.

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