Page 11 of Reckless Hearts
I’d expected Seb to kiss me tentatively, for the whole thing to be about me coaxing a shy guy into having a bit of fun.
And it had started out that way, but now it’s changed.
He’s kissing me with such intensity that it’s overridden all parts of my brain.
My desire surges to match his, and we become a sloppy mess of tongues and mouths.
I’ve never had a kiss like it. It’s so much hotter than any kiss I’ve ever had before.
I find myself pulling back to stare at him because, apparently, I need to check that it’s definitely Little Kleggs. The same guy who can barely say two words in front of me.
“Holy fuck, Seb,” I say.
His blush descends down his neck, and suddenly, nothing matters more than seeing how far that color travels down his body.
I’m kissing him again while I tug at the bottom of his T-shirt. Seb fumbles in his haste to help me pull it off but eventually gets it over his head.
He’s lean but not too skinny, and the flush descends to the top of his chest, turning his milky skin a light pink.
I groan at the sight, and then I latch onto his neck, licking and sucking my way down to his collarbone, cataloging all his noises. Because the sound of Seb whimpering has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever heard.
Then his mouth finds mine again and kissing desperately, frantically, we stumble toward the bed, crashing onto hisStar Warsduvet.
Seb’s hand slips under my T-shirt and strokes my skin, setting off fireworks everywhere he touches.
I don’t want to stop kissing him to take off my shirt, but the thought of feeling his bare skin against mine is too tantalizing to ignore. I break the kiss and sit up enough to quickly pull my shirt over my head.
I shuck off my jeans with practiced ease, my eyes never leaving Seb’s face.
Seb watches me with eyes blazing with lust. Fuck, the way he’slookingat me right now. I’m used to guys looking at me with desire, but never quite like this. Never with the same level of desperation and focus, like nothing else in the world matters but me.
I lie back down and reach out to pull him to me. Seb comes willingly, gliding his hands up my back, arching into me with a soft groan, and I kiss him again.
It’s even better than before.
How can kissing be so hot? I’m used to kissing being the warm-up, the bit you get through before the real fun.
Some of the guys I’ve hooked up with don’t even bother kissing at all. It’s been straight into the heavy stuff.
But this…this is different. This is tongues frantically trying to meld together. This is teeth grazing lips, our breath mingling, chests heaving against each other.
I finally force myself to break our amazing kiss to trail my lips down his jaw and neck. I kiss the hollow of his throat and then farther down to his chest, where I suck and lick a nipple, making him gasp.
I slide my hands down his chest and unbutton his jeans, easing them down his legs.
Seb lifts his hips to help me pull his jeans off, then his boxers. His cock springs up, hard and flushed, bobbing against his stomach. A feral craving comes over me, and I have to have his cock in my mouth.
“So, I’m thinking we should keep with the lick, swallow, suck routine, but I might have to mix up the order,” I say, and Seb makes a noise somewhere between a breathless laugh and a groan.
I move down his body, then lean forward to take the tip of his cock into my mouth and tease his slit with my tongue, tasting the salty precum there.
Seb moans, and I use that as my encouragement to slide my lips down his cock. I lick along the underside before pulling back to suck the head again.
Seb’s hands are in my hair, holding my head in place, his fingers tugging gently.
I suck his cock harder, triumph surging through me when I feel the desperate rhythm of his breathing and the building tension in his thigh muscles.
Then he tugs harder at my hair, and I suddenly realize he’s pulling me off him.
