Page 84 of Please Save Me

With his hands bound together, I could guide him exactly where I needed him.

“I wouldn’t want it any other way,” he promised.

My breathing stuttered as I grabbed the middle of the cuffs and used it to bend him over the couch. He arched his back, and I grabbed a condom from the package.

I held the wrapper to him, and he tore it with his teeth. I wasted no time putting it on and grabbing the lube. With a generous amount on my fingers, I trailed my touch down his spine. Sebastian’s muscles tensed with every caress until I pressed my fingers to his entrance.

His breath hitched as I applied pressure, and his body yielded to my touch. My fingers were slick, which made it easy to press into him. He clenched around me as I took my time stretching him open. After all, it was his first time with a man. I didn’t want it to hurt too bad.

With each thrust, Sebastian got a little louder. He went from heavy breathing to weak whimpers to full-on moans. A fire pooled in my stomach as I finally deemed him ready.

I leaned over to grab the cuffs as I positioned myself behind him.

His body quivered as his breathing went ragged. He turned to look at me over his shoulder, and something in the glint of his eyes drove me crazy.

I guided myself into him with one quick motion, and Sebastian’s lips parted as his eyes sealed shut. He was so tight and warm.

“F-fuck, you’re huge," he stuttered.

I pulled him closer to me, savoring the way he felt. “But you’re takin’ me so well.”

My free hand wrapped around his throat, pressing on the sides and not the middle. I wanted to choke Sebastian, not kill him.

“You’re such a good boy. Has anyone ever told you that?” I teased.

I lazily thrusted in and out of Sebastian, leaving him completely lost for words. The only sounds he could make were whimpers and contentmmms. I loved the fact that I finally shut him the fuck up.

I let go of the cuffs and wrapped a hand around his shaft. The balls of his piercings spun as I stroked him.

His moans grew louder, more frantic, even as I continued to jerk him off while thrusting into him. Sebastian went tense, and I leaned in to nip at his shoulder.

“Fuck–Bite me harder!” he commanded.

I pulled away, a little confused by his request. He wasn’t exactly in a position to be making demands.

He looked over his shoulder again. His face was flushed, and a glow of sweat made him almost look holy.

“Just fucking do it!” he snapped.

I quickly decided that wasn’t worth the fight and did as he said. I nibbled at his shoulder as hard as I could, and Sebastian grunted before his cum spilled out, landing directly on the couch. And, at that moment, something about me being the one to cause him to come undone was enough to make me orgasm so hard I was surprised I didn’t fall over.

I was more than a little confused when I woke up alone in a dark room. In the distance, I could hear birds chirping and eggs sizzling. That’s when I remembered everything that happened last night.

I’d hoped that fucking Sebastian once was enough to get him out of my system, but as I ventured out of his room and into his kitchen, I realized that all I’d done was confused myselfmore.

Sebastian stood shirtless at the stove; my teeth had left an imprint on his alabaster skin. But, instead of the usual feeling of disgust that plagued me when I looked at him, there was a strange, almost nervous flutter in my stomach.

“I–” I cleared my throat, and he cast me a fleeting glance. “Good morning?”

“Morning,” he mumbled. “Coffee is in the pot… How do you like your eggs?”

I scratched my head as I wandered toward the aforementioned coffee. “I ain’t picky.”

“That’s obvious,” he scoffed.

Well, at least he was back to being mean to me.

I poured myself a cup of coffee, and Sebastian ordered me to sit down at his minuscule dining table. The old chair creaked under my weight as Sebastian slid a plate of sad-looking scrambled eggs in front of me.

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