Page 82 of Subscriber Wars

“I was not jerking you off!” I shrug. “It was more like a dick massage.”

His eyes harden. “Put your mouth on me.”

He doesn’t mean a kiss on the cheek.

I swallow and he rolls onto his back, leaving my bare breasts exposed. Pushing up, I throw my leg over his and curl my fingers over the waistband of his pants. “I like bossy, Sebastian,” I say, grinning.

He scoffs. “I don’t know why. You never listen to him.”

I shrug, inching his pants down slowly, drawing out the torture for both of us. “That’s because he’s typically never right, but since you’re almost naked, I’ll make an exception.”

“Is that all it takes then? Me being naked when I ask you to do something?”

Uh. I’m thinking yes. “I’m just saying it’s a better motivator.”

He grins. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“You do that,” I tell him, yanking his pants down just enough to free his cock. It springs up toward his stomach, and I wrap my hand around the thickness.

A groan rips from his chest, and he grabs my free hand, placing my palm over his heart. It’s intimate, feeling his heart pounding against my hand while his dick pulses in the other, leaking his need onto my fingertips.

“You do this to me,” he bites out, his eyes going to the hand on his chest.

His jaw is clenched and the muscles in his neck strain. “Do what?” I whisper. “Make you angry?”

His eyes close as if my statement isn’t what he wanted to hear but then he sits up, suddenly tangling my hair in his hands. My body is pulled forward so that we’re nose to nose. “You make me…” he says softly and a little growly. He kisses the corner of my mouth. “You make me come undone.”

“Is that a good thing?” I swallow, gazing down at the head of his dick, peeking out of the top of my hand. I swipe the pad of my finger through the bead of liquid. He groans, untangling himself and easing back down on the mattress, his breaths heavy and pained. “No, this is not a good thing at all,” he finally answers, but his words are resigned. If he doesn’t think this is a good idea, he’s still going to go through with it.

As am I.

Because we’re done fighting whatever this is between us.

I scoot down, holding his eyes as I lower my head, opening my mouth and slipping him between my lips. He feels like soft velvet when I close my lips around him.

“Oh, fuck.” He moans, grasping my hand that has slid down his stomach.

I bob my head up and down, tasting the saltiness on my tongue. His hand squeezes mine and I circle the head with my lips, paying special attention to the soft skin underneath. I pull up with his dick still inside my mouth and hold his gaze.

“No more,” he grits out, sounding as if he’s unhinged, pulling me up and forward, already aligning our centers.

“Wait.” I stop him with a hand on his chest.

His eyes are heavy and lidded with want. “What?” It’s as if he’s out of breath.

I smile nervously. “Condom.”

Like the thought had never occurred to him, his eyes go wide and he nods. “My jeans. Find my wallet.”

It’s cute that he can’t even form complete sentences.

I grin and ease off his body; his hand still grips mine like he’s scared I might bolt for the door. Grabbing his jeans off the floor, I toss them onto the bed where he finally lets my hand go and uses his finger to skim the center of my eyes.

“Take them off,” he says, his gaze focused on my center.

I nod slowly and swallow the knot in my throat. My hands shake as I slip my fingers under the waistband and pull them down.

Sebastian’s gaze never wavers, the only way I know he’s still breathing is the twitch of his hand, begging to touch me again. Without looking down, I reach into his jean’s pocket and pull out the leather wallet and take out the foil wrapper.

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