Page 51 of Sebastian

He’s floating somewhere in semi-consciousness, eyes barely open, unfocused. His lips are red and swollen. The rest of his face is splotchy. He’s already covered in a sheen of sweat that glistens off his olive-tan skin. His dick is so engorged, the head is purple and the veins look like they might burst.

He turns into me like he can’t stand to have anything between us. I know how he feels. “Hold on. We’ll get there.”

He whimpers.

I hook my foot around Sebastian’s knee and pull it toward me, then I push the other knee away to spread his thighs. I run my hand up his inner thigh, fondle his heavy balls, then slide my fingers over his taint to his hole. There’s a lot of lube leaking out of him already and I smear my fingers through it.

“I’m prepped,” Sebastian complains as he tries to tug me on top of him.

“I know,” I grin and give him a quick kiss. “But I’ve been dreaming of this.” I sink a finger into his body and Sebastian gasps.

The look on Sebastian’s face is pure lust and it makes my cock jump. I insert a second finger and Sebastian shudders. His hole flutters around my hand and when I brush against his prostate, he lets out a beautiful cry.

I kiss him. He’s too delicious not to kiss. I push my tongue into his mouth just as I push my fingers into his ass.

This isn’t just sex between industry colleagues, or even between friends. The realization crashes through me, shattering everything I assumed I knew about what was going on here. I have feelings for Sebastian—strong feelings, ones that threaten to overwhelm me. I want to give him everything. I want to be his everything. I want him to come apart in my arms and then I want to slowly piece him back together.

“Sebastian,” I whisper, my voice tight with all the emotion coursing through me. “Look at me.”

“Hmm.” He blinks but doesn’t see anything.

“Please, babe, look at me.”

His eyes flutter open and it takes a minute for his pupils to focus enough to see me. His eyes are golden brown, shiny with the light reflecting off them. They’re the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen.

Sebastian’s expression changes as he gazes up at me. He can probably read everything I’m feeling right there on my face. His eyes fill with tears that spill out of the corners onto his temples. I kiss them up.

He cups my face with his hands. “Christian,” he whispers and I hear it in his voice, all the things he feels for me too.

That’s all I can take. I unceremoniously tear my finger out of Sebastian’s ass and shift to settle my hips between his thighs. I don’t want to hurt him, but I can’t wait any longer. I notch the head of my cock against his hole and press, slow and unrelenting, inch by inch, sinking into his heat.

Sebastian’s lust-filled eyes snap into sharp focus and he stares squarely at me. I stare right back. Something’s happening here, something more than sex, more than the connection we felt last time. This is deeper, more profound, more elemental.

Irreversible.

I don’t know how we managed to get this far without realizing what was happening. Even if we pulled back now, even if we stopped filming right this second and never saw each other again, I don’t think it would make a difference. We’ve both been changed so fundamentally there’s no going back. We need each other, desperately, helplessly, hopelessly.

I bottom out and Sebastian sucks in a hiss. I catch the tail end of it, eating it up with my tongue in his mouth. This mouth that I fucked mere minutes ago. That had cradled my cock so perfectly. This magnificent, mind-blowing mouth.

Sebastian wraps his legs around my waist and his arms around my neck. I fall hard—into his body, my dick consumed, my weight pinning him to the mattress. And a part of my soul falls into Sebastian’s too. We’re being bound together, twisted and tight. Every second we spend in each other’s arms weaves us closer and closer until we become one. I slip my arms under Sebastian and bury my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his teasingly vanilla scent, mixed with our sweat and our sex.

“Christian.” He breathes in my ear.

That’s all the encouragement I need. I fuck him, slow then fast, shallow then deep. My body responds to Sebastian’s like it’s never responded to anyone before. We move in sync, pulling apart only to slam back together again. Sebastian’s cries ring out over my own grunts and groans.

“I’m going to come. Oh fuck, I’m going to come,” Sebastian yells, his body shaking uncontrollably.

I try to sit up so the camera can capture the cum shot, but Sebastian tightens his hold. His fingers dig into my back, his ankles lock around my waist. Yes, that’s where I want to be too.

I cradle Sebastian’s ass in my palm, holding him close to make sure my dick presses against his prostate. His cock rubs slick and wet against my stomach.

Sebastian cries out again, tossing his head back, arching off the bed. Hot cum spurts between us, again and again, as every muscle in Sebastian’s body goes taut.

There’s no way I could’ve held it off. Not with how tightly Sebastian’s clamping down on my cock. Not with Sebastian’s arms and legs still locked behind me. I have no choice but to thrust as deep into Sebastian as I can and surrender to the orgasm racing through me.

A roar fills my ears. White spots dance on the back of my eyelids. I’m torn, limb from limb, until I’m nothing more than a sack of flesh slumped against Sebastian. And even then, he doesn’t let me go.

A seed of truth threads through the aftershocks of my orgasm and implants itself deep inside me. Whatever happens after all this, I’ll be his forever.

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