Page 116 of Flipping the Script

He let out a little yelp of surprise and stumbled, one arm flailing and the other grabbing my wrist in a death grip.

Before he could fall, I used our combined momentum to swing him toward the couch.

He fell onto it with a curse, sinking into the soft cushions with another surprised sound.

I was on top of him before he could even think about trying to get up, covering his body with mine and pinning him down.

“Jesus.” He stared up at me, his shocked expression only adding to my desire.

It wasn’t often I got one up on him. I was taking the W.

“That’s what you call me.” I pressed my crotch against his, pushing him even deeper into the couch.

“Ungh,” he grunted, his eyes rolling back slightly. “Cheater.”

“How is this cheating?” I shifted a bit, slotting our cocks together properly, then rolled my hips.

“Not sure, but it is.” He let out a low groan and arched his back, pressing into my touch.

Using my arms to cage him in, I frotted against him, keeping my gaze locked on his so I could watch every single second of his pleasure.

Sebastian never hid his reactions, not from me, and I loved watching his expression change from defiant and full of heat to needy, almost desperate. It made me feel powerful, and that was nearly as hot as knowing I was getting him off.

“You’re in for a crazy ride if you think this is cheating.” I shifted so my knees were on the cushions next to his hips, giving me a better angle over him.

Thank fuck the couch was oversized, and the two of us fit on it with no problem. It would have been a tight fit on a normal-sized couch.

He gripped my hips hard and tried to throw me off him, but all he managed to do was buck up into my crotch a few times since the couch was too soft to give him any sort of leverage.

“Give up?” I asked.

“Not a chance.”

“Suit yourself.”

My heart rate picked up as he wiggled under me and clawed at my arms.

The soft pants and grunts falling from his lips, the flush on his cheeks, and the slightly glassy look in his eyes were turning me on like nothing else. Knowing he was at my mercy was so damn sexy, but what was threatening to send me over the edge was how he wasn’t fighting me. Not really.

He waslettingme manhandle him, and he was enjoying it as much as I was.

“Why is this so damn hot?” I asked, unable to tear my gaze from his flushed face.

“No clue.” He stopped struggling and lay passively. “Guess we’re just a couple of perverts.”

“Guess so.” I dropped my chest on his, enjoying having him under me. “You bring out the worst in me.”

“Right back atcha, sweetheart.” He dragged his teeth over his full lower lip. “So, are you just going to use me as a body pillow? Or are you going to do something about these?” He bumped his cock against mine.

“I will. In due time.”

He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth like he was going to say something.

I cut him off with a kiss.

The entire world quieted for the briefest of moments when our lips touched. The voice in my head listing all the reasons we shouldn’t do this shut up, and all the tension in my body bled out of me in an instant, leaving behind a sense of calm.

Even the rain and the fire went silent as Bas slotted our mouths together and kissed me back, twining his seeking tongue with mine.

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