Page 79 of Flipping the Script

“You’re enjoying this way too much,” he groused.

“Guilty.” I rubbed his prostate in a slow, deliberate stroke, then scissored my fingers inside him to help open him up.

He was tight, and as much as I joked about it, I didn’t want to hurt him.

“Are you ready for three?” I asked after a few more pumps of my hand.

“Yeah.” He blew out a breath.

“Move back a bit.” I tapped on his hip with my free hand.

He did, giving me enough room to reach around him and grip his hard dick.

His groan was low and rumbling and absolutely wrecked as I stroked him with one hand and gently worked a third finger inside him.

“There you go,” I said encouragingly as he rocked back and forth, dragging his dick through my hand and pushing back on my fingers. “Take what you need.”

He moved his hips a bit faster, his breaths coming out in ragged pants.

I took in every detail, committing them to memory. Every soft sigh and too-loud cry. The way he shook and shuddered, how sexy it was to watch his body swallowing my fingers and feel how hard he was for me.

“Now.” He stopped moving and leaned a little more heavily on the desk. “Give it to me.”

“Give you what?” I asked innocently, more to distract myself than because I was trying to be an asshole. I had excellent control, but having Jesse at my mercy like this was making it hard to remind my dick that we wanted to wait until we were inside him to come.

He tossed me a flat look. “Give me your cock. Is that what you want to hear?”

“Yes, but adding a Sebastian—or Daddy—in there wouldn’t hurt.” I lifted the condom wrapper to my lips and shot him an innocent smile when he glared at me.

“Fine. Give me your cock,Sebastian.” A slow smile spread across his lips, and he popped his ass up, arching his back in a way that should come with a warning label. “I want it.”

“Jesus.” I tore the condom wrapper open, all pretenses of playing it cool gone in an instant. “You’re the hottest ass I’ve ever had.”

“I am?”

Something about his tone was off again. It wasn’t teasing or cocky, and it didn’t have the usual bite of our typical banter. He sounded shy and even surprised, like he truly didn’t know how gorgeous he was.

“Yeah.” I rolled the condom on with one hand and slid my other under the back of his shirt so I could stroke his smooth skin. “You’re gorgeous. I’ve always thought so.” His eyes flashed with something I couldn’t read. “Even when you were being an insufferable douche canoe.”

He huffed out a surprised laugh. “Douche canoe? Is that better or worse than a douche sailboat?”

I slicked up the condom, a grin tilting my lips. “No clue. They both sound pretty terrible to me.” Gently, I rubbed my cockhead over his hole. “You still want this?”

A smirk replaced his earlier smile. “Give me your cock, Sebastian.” He batted his eyelashes at me. “Please, Daddy.”

I spluttered out a laugh. “Yeah, okay. Never call me Daddy again. That was too weird.”

He laughed. “This whole situation is weird as hell, but you draw the line at me calling you Daddy?”

“What can I say? I’m more of a Dom than a Daddy.” I dipped my cockhead inside him, but pulled out as soon as I felt any sort of resistance.

“I’m not calling you sir.” He made a weird sound when I teased him open again, like he was covering up a moan, but it turned into a grunt before he could silence it.

“Fine.” I pushed against him, moving as slow as I dared until my cockhead was holding him open.

“Holy fuck.” He dropped down so his elbows rested on the desk, his head down, and his back tense and ramrod straight.

“You’re okay.” I rubbed his back. “Stroke yourself while I get inside you.”

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