Page 65 of Flipping the Script

Rather than be contrary, I obeyed, my brain buzzing with anticipation and my body tight with expectation.

I had no fucking clue what he was planning, but I wanted it.

“How adventurous are you feeling?” he asked, his voice losing some of the hard edge from before.

“What do you mean?”

He dipped his fingers into the back of my jeans, just far enough to rub the top of my crease. “I won’t pull them down. No one else is seeing this perfect ass. Not before I do.”

“Yeah, fuck. Do it.” I couldn’t be assed to care about how desperate I sounded. I needed to come.

Another of those possessive growls rumbled out from deep in his chest, and he jammed his hand down the back of my pants.

I bit my lip to stifle my moan as he fit his fingers in my crease and found my hole.

“That’s it.” He pressed his body against mine and grasped my cock with his free hand.

“Ungh.” My moan was embarrassingly loud as he circled my hole and gave me a few hard strokes.

His hand disappeared from my ass. What the fuck? Was he leaving me hanging after getting me all riled up?

The sound of him spitting, and another rough tug on my dick, calmed my anger. His hand slid under my jeans and underwear again, his fingertips slick as he sought out my hole and circled it.

“My turn to mark you.” He fit his mouth over my neck and sucked hard at the same moment he dipped his finger into me and sped up his strokes on my dick.

The mix of sensations was too much, and my brain blinked off as instinct took over.

Shamelessly, I rocked my hips, dragging my cock through his fist and forcing his finger to slip deeper inside me. His low chuckle fanned over my neck as he sucked on my skin. Heat bloomed under his mouth as he gave me a hickey in the same place as the one I’d given him.

Sebastian pushed his finger a little deeper and twisted his hand. The pressure on my prostate sent a zing of liquid fire through me. I clenched around him.

“Fuck, Bas. More. I need…” I wiggled back against him.

He obliged and rubbed my prostate, adding a little twist to his other hand that stimulated my cockhead in the most incredible way.

“Fuck.” I bit down on my lip as my orgasm hit, slamming into me and nearly knocking me senseless as I sagged against the wall.

Sebastian’s hand disappeared from my ass. But instead of leaving me to struggle, he wrapped his arm around my waist, helping me find my balance and holding me not just tight, but close.

I leaned back against him, too spent to care about anything other than riding out the last of the pleasure.

I expected him to make a crack about how quickly he’d gotten me off, but he just held me, giving me a chance to get my head back in order.

“You good?” he asked softly a few moments later.

“Yeah.”

He let me go and stepped back. I focused on putting my dick away and doing up my pants. I felt a bit bad about leaving a mess on the wall, but tried not to think too closely about how that wasn’t exactly uncommon in here.

When my clothes were back in order, I turned to face him.

“So, did I win?” he asked with a smirk.

I huffed out a laugh. “Not sure. I’d say we both won.”

He chuckled. “Yeah. Let’s call it a draw.”

A bright flash from our left momentarily blinded me. What the fuck?

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