Page 65 of One Week Wingman

I laugh and give him a playful shove. “Are you just going to sit there, feeling cocky, or are you going to show me that good time you promised?”

“Right.” Seb smirks. “I’m not the one who should be feeling cock… y.”

I groan. “That was the worst pun,” I inform him, even as a parade of filthy images flash through my mind. “Maybe I’ll just leave you here alone to deal with the critters and bears…”

I get out of the car, but I only make it a couple of paces before Sebastian catches up, pulling me into his arms.

“No more puns,” he promises, running his hands over the curve of my waist. “I’ll be good.”

“What if I don’t want you to be good?” I whisper, feeling bold, and sexy, and a hundred miles from all my problems. Out here in the moonlight, it’s just the two of us; the wickedly suggestive look in Seb’s eyes, and the heat sparking in my bloodstream.

He walks me back, until I’m pressed against the car. “You want to be bad?” he asks, his voice low and sexy.

I nod.

“Turn around,” he orders me softly,

I shiver, doing as he says, placing my palms against the car. Seb crowds into me, hard against my back. “You’ve been driving me crazy all evening, dressed like that.”

“This?” I ask, looking down at my bulky jacket and scarf.

“That,” Seb growls. He drops a sizzling kiss on the curve of my neck, making me gasp. “Because I know what you’re hiding underneath…”

He reaches around to unzip my jacket and pull my scarf aside, his hands roaming over my breasts and stomach. I gasp at his cool touch on my hot skin.

“I can’t believe you get turned on by a ski jacket,” I sigh, letting my head fall back against him.

“I get turned on by everything you do.”

Seb’s voice is a rough growl. He squeezes my breasts, plucking at my nipples through my bra until I’m whimpering. Then his hand moves down to the seam of my jeans, and slowly rubs.

I moan. I can feel his cock pressing hard against my ass, so I grind back against it, drawing a matching groan from him.

I grind harder.

“Roxy…” he growls, thrusting his hips, and there’s something in the ragged tone of his voice that makes me want to be the one to take control here.

To unravel him, the way he’s been unravelling me.

I turn to face him, still locked in the cage of his arms, and reach between us. “You mentioned something about feeling cock… y?” I tease, unzipping his jeans, and sliding my hand inside the fabric of his briefs. I close my fingers around the thick girth of him, and pump.

Sebastian mutters a low curse. Or maybe it’s a prayer. I can’t tell. I release him long enough to open the car door, and crawl into the backseat, beckoning to him. “Do you promise you won’t tell the other guys in school?” I coo.

Sebastian practically dives in after me. “My lips are sealed,” he swears, breath coming fast as he shoves his jeans lower.

“Mine aren’t.”

I lean over and take him into my mouth.

Sebastian slams a hand against the car roof. “Fuck …”

I smile, loving the feel of him, hot and smooth against me, and the way his whole body tenses as I tease, running my tongue over him, again and again, until he laces his hands in my hair and tugs. “Suck me,” he groans, “God, Roxy, just suck.”

So I do, hollowing my cheeks out and taking him as deep as I can. After just a few minutes, he’s bucking up into my mouth and the sounds he’s making are getting me so hot.

I lift my head. “How are you doing up there?” I ask, smirking.

In the dim light, Sebastian’s expression is wild.

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