Page 73 of Treasure and Tarot

“You smell so good—like leather and smoke. It makes me ache.”

It never ceased to amaze him, how Sebastian could say things like that, which drove him absolutely batty.

“You’re far away. Come up here.”

“In a minute.”

He was never going to last that long. Never.

Then Sebastian licked a long line up along his cock, base to tip. Oh, that evil, wicked, naughty little minx. His hands opened and closed, shaking hard.

“Sebastian. Baby. I can’t—” Colton sucked in a deep breath, then let it out. “I need you, baby. I’m ready.” He didn’t need to put it off anymore. He was riding high on need.

Sebastian nuzzled his cock, then slid up along his body, straddling his hips.

His cock was as hard as nails, and he grabbed hold of Sebastian’s hips, desperate to touch as he steadied Sebastian’s lean body so that he could hold on for one second more.

Sebastian wasn’t helping. He rocked hard, teasing Colton’s cock with that sweet, wet, needy hole, a look of pure wantonness on his face.

“I want you,” Colton growled, and Sebastian nodded.

“Good, I want you too.” Then Sebastian knelt up tall, grabbing his cock from behind and positioning him right where he needed to be. Then Sebastian sank down in one long, slow motion.

Colton bit out a shout as he was engulfed in total heat, and he moved, his hips desperate to find a rhythm, to push in deeper.

Of course, Sebastian shook his head holding him down. “No, I’m riding. You have to be good.”

Colton bared his teeth as Sebastian settled down on his hips, sinking him in all the way down to the root before lifting up high enough to almost lose him and then slamming down again. The rhythm was chaotic, and all he wanted was to just take and take and take, but he was letting Sebastian have his head here.

He’d promised Sebastian that he could do whatever he wanted.

It didn’t mean, however, that he couldn’t up the ante a little bit. So, he reminded himself that his hands were perfectly functional. He pinched Sebastian’s nipples, and he stroked along Sebastian’s ribs hard enough that it didn’t tickle. He tugged at the dark curls above the heavy cock and teased the slit. Thatmade Sebastian clench all around him, almost milking him. So, he returned to that over and over again.

That was truly maddening and wonderful, all at the same time.

Sebastian’s hair was wild around him, the long, braided tail having come loose as they worked together toward their pleasure. The curls framed him, making the paleness of Sebastian’s skin seem all the more angelic and ethereal.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’m glad you think so.” Sebastian was beginning to move in earnest, hands on his chest now, rocking back and forth, riding him with a single-minded ferocity. “Don’t let me hurt you.”

“Stop worrying,” he growled. “I’m perfectly fine.”

He was fine. Nothing hurt right now, absolutely nothing, and he didn’t think he’d ever felt so good.

Bending his knees, Colton braced his feet on the bed so that he could meet each thrust and add his strength to Sebastian’s to help them both fly.

Whatever way he tilted his body, the act made Sebastian’s lips part, and he cried out, his eyes rolling up in his head. “Oh, there, right there!”

Colton heard that, loud and clear. He was nothing if not a guy who appreciated a plan, so he kept the motion just like it was, addicted to the way that the sweet cries just got louder and louder and higher, sharper.

His knot was swelling, his balls pulling up tight, and Colton pushed a finger up behind Sebastian’s balls, then slid it down to where they joined, giving Sebastian one more layer of friction.

Sebastian cried out, head falling back, and he ground down, engaging Colton’s knot. From then on, it was short, sharp bounces and thrusts, and then they were locked together, Sebastian all but screaming as he rippled, then came all over Colton’s chest.

It took maybe three seconds of Sebastian clamping down on him for him to shoot, and he gave Sebastian everything he had, his balls emptying until he was afraid he wouldn’t have a single thing left for round two.

Which didn’t matter a bit. No more performance anxiety for him.

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