Page 125 of Flipping the Script

SEBASTIAN

Reaching back,he gripped my cock and fit it between his cheeks. “I’m going to ride you until your eyes roll back and you come inside me.”

I tightened my grip on his hips, my heart pounding in my chest and my breaths coming out in sharp bursts.

He looked incredible over me. It was true he was gorgeous, but it was his confidence and the way he knew exactly how hard to push without going too far that was scrambling my brain.

An involuntary groan left me when he notched my cockhead against his hole, and I moved one hand from his hip to his cock.

“Cheater,” he chastised when I gave him a long, hard stroke.

“Not cheating, just reminding you who’s going to win.” I stroked him faster.

A groan rumbled out from his chest as he sank down on me.

I kept stroking his cock, letting him set the pace as he moved inch by incredible inch until he was sitting on my thighs.

“Jesus, Jess.” I let out a shuddering breath.

“Feel good?”

“Too good.”

A sly grin slid over his lips. “Too good, huh?” He clenched around me.

Stars exploded in my vision. Then he started to ride me in earnest.

Watching Jesse take what he needed from me, his strong hands on my chest and his body hitting mine with enough force we bounced on the cushions, was almost too much.

I hadn’t been prepared for what seeing his face would do to me. The feeling of intimacy it would create.

I liked it, even though I knew I shouldn’t.

This was just sex between two guys who used to hate each other and were now in a weird friends-but-not-friends type of arrangement.

Tonight might be different from the other times we hooked up, but it could all be chalked up to extraordinary circumstances.

And this was the first time we didn’t have to worry about party guests or clubgoers interrupting us. Where we could take our time and drive each other wild instead of just driving each other crazy.

Our eyes locked, and Jesse’s hips slowed until he was grinding over me. “You look good under me.”

“You look good up there.” I traced my eyes over his sharp jaw, full lips, and those blue eyes that were so full of life they were hard to look away from. “I always hated that I thought you were hot.”

He huffed out a laugh, clenching around me in the process.

“Jesus.” I bit my lip to keep from coming.

“I’m going to get a complex if you keep calling me that.” He knocked my hand off his dick and lay over me, rubbing his cock against my abs with each grind of his hips. “My name is Jesse.”

“Not according to my phone.” I squeezed a handful of his ass, trying to force him to move over me properly.

The grinding felt amazing, but it wasn’t enough.

“I hated that I thought you were hot too. It used to piss me off that I wanted you.”

This time it was my turn to laugh. “You were damn good at hiding it.”

“So were you. I had no idea you were into guys until you told me.” He pecked a kiss against my lips.

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