Page 63 of Flipping the Script

“Freak.” I tapped the ring and looked up at him to gauge his reaction.

Even in the darkness and the little cave of his arms, I could clearly see the heat in his eyes.

A lascivious grin slid over his lips. “You like it.”

“Shut up.” Dipping my head, I lifted his shaft out of the way and fit my mouth over the piercing.

Sebastian groaned and pressed against me, forcing my tongue against the ring.

I watched in rapt fascination as his lips parted and his cheeks flushed, his breaths coming out in little gasps the more I tongued and sucked on the ring.

“Jesus,” he groaned.

Releasing him, I grinned obnoxiously. “Nope. I know I’m good, but my name is pronounced Jesse.”

“Asshole.” He wiggled his hips. “Either do something about this or fuck off.”

“Do you give up?” I circled my hand around his thick shaft with another stupid grin.

“No,” he said with a sigh. “Just…please.”

His quiet plea knocked something loose inside me, and the smile fell from my face.

I’d started this to tease him and hopefully piss him off. I figured he’d get angry and start another fight or give up and hand me my victory.

I hadn’t expected either of us to like it.

Not ready to examine anything that had happened in the last twenty minutes, I drew Sebastian’s broad cockhead into my mouth.

His taste exploded on my tongue, dark and heady, with a hint of something wild. I didn’t bother suppressing my groan, knowing the vibrations would feel amazing for him.

His muffled cry confirmed he liked it.

Using my tongue to tease the underside of his length, I slowly moved over him, taking about half of him into my mouth and stroking the other half with my hand.

He was big, bigger than anyone I’d been with. His girth stretched my lips and made my jaw twinge as I tried to find a way to take more of him. I had good control over my gag reflex but refused to embarrass myself by rushing and choking on his monstrous dick.

“Oh fuck,” he mumbled. “That’s… Jess.”

The sound of my nickname in that thready, wrecked voice cut through the last of my reservations, and I opened my throat, taking a little more of him until my lips nearly pressed against his skin.

“Holy shit,” he panted. “That’s so hot. No one’s ever…”

I pulled off him, moving at a leisurely pace until he fell from my lips.

“What’s that?” I asked innocently, trying to cover up the little rush of pride at his words. No one had ever what? Taken that much of him, made him feel that good?

He pulled one hand off the wall and grabbed the back of my head, threading his fingers through my hair and twisting them to hold on.

An involuntary moan fell from my lips. Goddamn it.

He grinned, his expression dark and primal. “You look good down there.” He tugged on my hair, forcing me to angle my face up a bit. “You want me to tell you how amazing you feel? How no one’s ever taken that much of me before? How much I want to fuck your face until you choke, then come down your throat and fucking claim you?” His eyes blazed.

I could only stare up at him, my mind spinning and my body tight.

“Yeah, you do.” He bumped his cockhead against my lips. “Open up and make it good, otherwise this pretty mouth is mine to use however I please.”

I parted my lips for him and stuck out my tongue. I wanted that, and I was too far gone to fight it.

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