Page 21 of The Hot Shot

The moment I unlocked the door and stepped inside, Sebastian was flush up against my back, caging me in before closing the door behind us with one swift kick of his foot. I spun to face him and circled my arms around his broad chest before I began to drink in his woody cinnamon smell from his aftershave. I’d imprinted the smell into my brain from that first night together but the reality of having the real thing invade my senses couldn’t compare; he was just pure sex on legs.

Sebastian didn’t let me go for a second and before I could stop myself, our lips ended up together in a frantic, sloppy mess that neither of us wanted to stop. The moment I felt Sebastian’s hard length rubbing up against my hip, I pulled back breathless and gazed into his gorgeous, lust-filled eyes.

“Tonight, was meant to be about talking,” I breathed out, dropping my gaze down to his mouth before returning it back to his eyes. I couldn’t help myself.

“That was before you teased me all night. I’d much rather have that cock of yours deep in my ass.” He winked, licking his lips before hooking his forefingers into the material that was separating my jeans from my belt and toying them along the edge until he froze at the buckle. “You see, I realized something…”

“What’s that?” I asked hoarsely. My throat was dry from the sexual need and desire that was surrounding us. I just wanted to break free from all the restraint within me and say fuck this conversation.

“That we don’t need rules or a list of expectations, as long as we are both open and honest with one another,” Sebastian admitted with an air of complete conviction as he unhooked my belt buckle and allowed it to drop open by my side. My hard cock strained against the zipper, desperate to be released. The guy was a tease and I fucking loved it. It made the whole waiting game better knowing that he’d edged me on to the point of no return, where I’d break and pound his ass like I was starving for him. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that Sebastian was goading me just to get that reaction from me.

“I want us to take this at your pace. Whatever you need, I can be your guy, the one that stands by your side and supports you however you need me to,” I confessed. “I know our relationship isn’t going to be traditional and that it will be a secret but that doesn’t mean that you can’t lean on me.”

“You know the same thing implies with me, Walker. I’m not running away from us or from this chemistry. It’s inevitable,” he said, his glassy eyes reflecting back at me. “I had a choice to make when you gave me that number yesterday and I made it. I’m not going to change my mind now.”

“I’m glad because I don’t think I’d cope if you did. I want to learn everything about you and commit it to memory because this thing between us feels so much more than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I know that may scare you, my gorgeous guy but I’m not going to be anything but brutally honest and truthful with you, even if that does make you embarrassed,” I said, watching the pink blush tinge his cheeks slightly as he ducked his head lower. I pinched his chin with my forefinger and thumb and lifted his face up so that his eyes were aligned with mine. “If anything, it wants me to say it more because it makes me realize that no one has ever complimented you the way you deserve to be. You’re mine now and I will make you see how sexy you are to me.”

“Walker…” He groaned.

“Yes, baby.” I rolled the words off my tongue without even a second thought. It felt so good to call him that. Mine.

“I need you. I’m desperate to feel that perfect tight hole of yours and to prepare you with my fingers so you can take me deep inside of you in one hard thrust,” Sebastian protested in a deep rasp, squeezing his cock while trying to control himself. “I’m so hard for you, Walker. I need you to make everything feel better and uncloud this sea of mist that has formed in front of my eyes.”

“Fuck!” I snarled as I watched Sebastian grab his bulge through his jeans and massaged himself. That was my cock to play and edge with. I wanted to tease, lick and slurp his length down so that Sebastian would forget what day of the week it was while I breached his taint with my finger. I wanted to make gentle passes at that sweet spot and make him jolt with pleasure. I wanted him to be restless and push him over the edge so that he would lose control. I wanted his unadulterated hips to lift up and down as he pushes his cock to the back of my throat, making me gag in the process. I needed that sensation and justification that I’d made Sebastian a wanton mess. Me. I had to be the cause behind his body losing all control. “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

“I thought I’d never get you to break.” Sebastian smirked as I slapped his ass as he ran up the stairs giggling. “I can’t help that you’re obsessed about my dick just as much as I am about yours.”

“Who said it was your dick that had me obsessed? It could be many things,” I replied as I walked behind him through the door of my bedroom, not caring that I was walking over half of our clothes that were now discarded on the floor where we stood.

“Like what?” he asked.

“That mouth and ass help too,” I joked as Sebastian grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around, pushing me backwards onto the bed. “You’re cocky.”

“Am I? I think that title should be assigned to you,” he said as he straddled my thighs and leant back on his haunches. “I do have an obsession with these piercings though.” He ran his thumb over my nipple ring before giving it a slight tug, making me hiss before thumbing over my frenum bar causing a groan. “I love how you react to my touch and I fucking love how they feel inside of me. It’s intense and damn addictive.”

“Well, if you behave, I may let you stroke me whilst you fuck me. How does that sound?” I uttered, knowing that I have never given over this level of control to a guy. This was different though because I trusted Sebastian and I wanted him to see that. By him having complete control of me—and this situation—he’d be able to decide what happened and when. Sebastian could push me to levels of ecstasy that were beyond my own physical capabilities and just that thought alone wanted me to shoot my load alone and empty my balls. I couldn’t though until Sebastian was seated deep inside of me. I wouldn’t feel complete until he was.

“You know that you’re killing me here.” He growled deeply, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down in his throat, making me want to lick my tongue along the same path it traveled. “It’s like you love seeing how long I can hold onto this load for you.”

“Fuck yes! It’s a real treat because self-deprecation is the best form of reward, especially when it finally arrives. You’ll thank me…”

“I’ll thank you when my balls are against your ass. How about that?” He smirked as he trailed his fingers down my sides until he reached my knees. He tucked his deft fingers underneath and winked as he lifted them up, pushing them higher. “Want to slide a cushion under your ass, too?”

“Smooth.” I chuckled as I grabbed the nearest cushion from behind my head while angling my hips upwards. “Supplies are in the top drawer.”

Sebastian grabbed the lube and condoms from the drawer and placed them to the side of us before leaning over and giving me a brief kiss, allowing our hard lengths to grind against each other for a few brief moments.

“I could get us both off like this or…”

“Sebastian, if you don’t get your fingers in my ass soon, I’ll do it myself,” I growled. My patience was running thin at the edging he was providing. My cock leaked precum and all I knew was that I needed him and I wasn’t ashamed to admit that.

The moment I heard the cap top snap open on the bottle of lube I let out a deep groan. I closed my eyes for a brief second in preparation for the coldness to hit the heat of my taint. I wanted the burn and the brief hit of pain, but more importantly, I wanted Sebastian.

I didn’t think I could want anything more than I did at that moment.

The guy who picked me, my Sebastian.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

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