Page 64 of Flipping the Script

With a low groan, he slid his shaft over my tongue and between my lips.

Not ready to concede, I lifted my eyes to his and locked our gazes together. Then I resumed sucking him, pulling out my best moves and making sure to keep eye contact with him.

Seeing his pleasure like this, knowing I was getting him off, was almost as sexy as having his dick in my mouth. I wasn’t one of those guys who loved sucking cock. I enjoyed it and had no issues doing it for my partners, but I didn’t love it like a lot of guys.

But I loved doing it for Sebastian. Every glide of his shaft over my tongue, every little twinge of my jaw or pull on my lips layered on top of each other, creating the most incredible sensations that were making it hard to think straight.

Sebastian wasn’t doing much better. His thighs shook, his stomach trembled, and his pleasure was written all over his face as I moved over him, using my hands on his balls and his shaft and stroking his thighs, stomach, and chest.

I couldn’t stop touching him, couldn’t look away from the weird little mind meld we’d fallen into.

I could feel his pleasure like it was my own, and my eyes almost rolled back when his did.

“Fuck, Jess.” He panted desperately. “Harder. Yeah, that’s it.” His grunt sent a shockwave of need through me. “Little more. Just like that.”

I let him guide me, using his commands and pleasure sounds to tailor each suck of my mouth and stroke of my hand so it was exactly what he needed.

“Fuck.” His voice was hoarse and broken, his eyes wild and a little shocked under the blazing need. “I’m coming.”

He let go of my hair and shifted back a bit. Grabbing his hip with one hand, I held him in place and fumbled with the other until I found his piercing and gently tugged on it.

He came with a strangled cry, emptying down my throat and muttering curses into the dark.

I swallowed every drop, keeping with him until he pulled out of my mouth with a lewdpopand fell from my lips.

“Holy fucking shit.” He sort of fell against the wall, holding himself up with both hands again.

Carefully, I slid up the wall until I was standing, our faces so close I couldn’t fully make out his features.

“Good?” I asked casually, feeling absurdly proud of myself.

He glared at me, but the effect was ruined by his glassy eyes and ruddy cheeks. “Turn around.”

“What?”

He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. My chest and forearms hit the wall with a hollowthunk.

“How are you so strong when you’re so scrawny?” I complained to cover up my shock at how easily he’d manhandled me.

He pressed up against my back, his lips next to my ear. His low chuckle was as irritating as it was exciting. “You weren’t calling me scrawny in front of my cabin.”

“I was going easy on you,” I groused, pressing my hands against the wall to ground myself.

“Sure you were.” He nipped my ear. “Now, are you going to be a good boy and let me have my turn?”

“Call me a good boy one more time,” I hissed. “I dare you.”

“Or what?” He kicked my legs further apart. “What’s my good boy going to do?”

My growl wasn’t much of an answer, but it was all that came out.

The role reversal was bending my brain a bit, but I was too turned on to fight it. My dick was so hard it ached, my balls practically throbbing with need.

“That’s what I thought.” Reaching around me, he undid my belt, then opened my fly.

I pulled in a hissing breath when he slipped his hand into my briefs and pulled out my dick.

“So hard.” He stroked me once. “So big.” Another tug. “Move your hips back a bit.”

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