Page 22 of Flipping the Script

I wanted to see his face twist up in pleasure, wanted to hear him moan my name. I wanted to watch him submit and let me make him come, not because I wanted to give him pleasure per se, but more because I wanted to fuck with him.

It was insane. We didn’t even like each other, but that didn’t stop the last rational part of my brain from shutting down, leaving my lizard brain in charge.

Tightening my grip on his arms, I rocked my hips, scraping our cocks together. Two could play this game.

His gasp was the sweetest sound I’d ever heard.

“What?” I asked innocently, spreading my knees wide and humping him like the proverbial cat in heat he’d accused me of being earlier. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Fuck. You,” he panted, glaring up at me like he was picturing my untimely death.

“Later,” I quipped, a weird sense of euphoria replacing my earlier rage. “When I’m alone.”

He wiggled under me, struggling to get out of my grasp. I used my weight to keep him down. He might be stronger than I thought, and he was wiry, but I was too heavy for him to move in this position.

A gasp fell from my lips before I could stop it, more of those damn stars exploding in my vision.

Fuck, that felt good. Every wiggle and twist of his hips made the silky material of our shorts slide together, creating the most incredible friction on my dick.

“This is how I’d take you,” I rasped, trying like hell to ignore how good he felt under me. “I’d spread you out just like this. Make sure you knew exactly who was getting you off.”

“You wish,” he ground out, ceasing his attempts at getting free.

Leaning down, I pressed my chest to his and stopped frotting against him. “You’d love every second of me fucking you.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” He strained against my grip but couldn’t shake me off.

“I bet I could make you scream.” I chuckled, knowing that would piss him off. “Are you a screamer? Or would that be something you did just for me?”

He bucked up into me, nearly slipping out of my grasp.

“IknowI could make you beg.”

“Never,” he hissed.

“Now that would be a sight to behold. You on your back, begging me to fuck you.” My dick pulsed and throbbed, and not because of friction.

The thought of having Sebastian completely at my mercy was appealing in a way I didn’t really understand.

What I was feeling wasn’t desire, not really. It was darker than that. It was an intense need to see him submit. To see him come apart and know thatIwas the one who’d done that to him.

He must have sensed my distraction because the next thing I knew, he was squirming out of my grip, and I was falling toward the ground.

“Oof.” I landed hard on my stomach, barely managing to catch myself with my hands so I didn’t smash my face into the dirt.

He scrambled on top of me, one hand on the back of my neck and most of his weight on my back and thighs. Hooking his feet over my legs, he pressed his dick against my ass, pinning me down.

“This is how I’d take you,” he growled in my ear.

The combination of his hot breath and the rumbling tone of his voice forced a whimper from my throat.

Jesus fuck. Had I really justwhimpered?

“Get you helpless under me, fuck you until youwhimpermy name.” His tone was triumphant and annoying enough to cut through the confusing haze of desire that surrounded us.

Sebastian might be good at grappling, but I’d grown up with a younger brother and an older stepbrother. This wasn’t my first rodeo.

Moving as quickly as possible, I pushed up in a sort of sit-up, getting my body high enough off the ground that it knocked him off balance. As soon as he let go of my neck, I rolled onto my back and threw him off me.

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