Page 49 of Sebastian

He teases me, tongue darting in and out, swirling around in circles. His beard is rough as he rubs his chin up and down the valley of my crack, sending shivers of delight up my spine. My head spins and my cock throbs and there’s so much pleasure surging through me, I can’t hold still.

“Fuck, Chris.” The words rip out of me in a desperate, needy sob.

Behind me, Christian growls again with his face buried right in there. The vibrations race through my hole and land deep in my groin. I could come like this. I want to come like this.

“Stop. Stop,” I plead, trying to remember where we are and what we’re supposed to be doing.

Christian relents. He gives me a sharp smack that sounds louder than it hurts and rakes his teeth across the swell of my ass. He kisses and sucks and rubs his way up my back until he catches my earring in his mouth. My cock jerks with every tug.

I writhe against him. Christian’s cock slips into my crack and when he tilts his hips, the head catches against the rim of my hole. I need him in there. I need him filling me up.

“Okay, okay.” Somehow, I find the strength to push him away. The second Christian releases me, I want to drag him back.

I collapse onto the bench in a tangle of limbs. I need to get up, turn the water off, move the equipment into the bedroom. If only my legs weren’t jelly. If only there was enough oxygen in my brain for it to function.

Christian reaches past me and shuts the water off. He grabs a towel, unfurls it with a snap, and wraps it around me. He hauls me to my feet and I slump against him. He’s so strong, so solid, and I feel so safe when I’m in his arms. I turn my head up and my gaze collides with his. His eyes are dark and heated. They burn me up from the inside out.

Then suddenly we’re kissing, wet, hungry kisses that sound obscenely loud in the tiled bathroom. We stumble against a wall, my arms around his shoulders, his around my waist. We’re clawing at each other, clinging to each other, like skin-to-skin isn’t close enough, like we need to be inside each other.

Christian licks into my mouth, makes me suck on his tongue and swipes it over my palate and across my teeth until I’m whimpering. His hands are on my ass, gripping and kneading, and then he slides one even lower to prod at my hole from behind. My cock is pumping out a steady stream of pre-cum and it’s so hard, it aches.

I’m not really even standing anymore. If it wasn’t for Christian holding me up, I’d be a heap on the floor by now. When he finally releases my mouth, my head drops forward onto his shoulder as I struggle to sort out which way is up.

“Enough of the shower, I think,” Christian mutters against my ear and I make a sound that I hope he interprets as agreement.

He pushes us away from the wall and I sway on my feet for a minute before I remember how feet are supposed to work. I feel all floaty, my entire body is tingly. All I can think about is getting Christian’s cock inside me. Christian guides me out of the bathroom and to the bed. I’m sprawled on top of the covers before it occurs to me that I’m forgetting something.

“Wait, the cameras and stuff.”

Christian plants a kiss on my head. “I’ll get them.”

I don’t argue with him. I’ll probably drop something if I tried to move stuff right now. It doesn’t take him long to bring everything out and I let myself enjoy the view. His muscles bunch and flex as he moves. Those broad shoulders and thick thighs. His defined chest and the washboard stomach. His cock is huge and it bobs up and down as he walks. My mouth waters just looking at the thing. I want it down my throat.

“Is this okay?” Christian gestures to where he’s placed the cameras.

I force myself off the bed and it feels like I’m moving through molasses. Everything is slow and a little blurry. The air feels heavy and dense. I adjust the cameras as Christian rummages through his bag. He waits until I’m done before holding up his magic syringe. “Ready for this?”

My stomach clenches in want at the memory of the syringe all the way up inside me, at the feeling of being so thoroughly lubed.

I nod and slowly climb back onto the bed. Christian’s hand is warm and firm on my hip. He rubs my lower back, my ass, my thigh, then reaches between my legs to fondle my raging hard cock. His thumb draws circles on my taint and his breath rushes hot over my skin. I sink into his touch, his sure, solid presence, and sigh.

“Ready?” Christian asks again. His voice is low and rumbly and it winds its way into me, filling me up.

“Mmhmm.”

The tip of the syringe is cold and hard. I push out as Christian slides it in. It goes deep. So fucking deep. It doesn’t hurt. It’s just weird to have something touch me in there, something so unyielding. It only stays there for a second before Christian’s pulling it out again, and in its wake is that squishy wetness of lube.

“All done.” Christian presses a kiss to my tailbone, right at the top of my crack and the brush of his beard makes me shiver again.

I push myself to my knees and wiggle my hips back and forth.

“Does that feel okay?” Christian asks as he wraps up the syringe in a towel.

“Yeah. Just a little strange.”

Christian glances toward me. His eyes are filled with tenderness and affection and my heart fangirls a little—not because he’s Chris Preacher, but because he’s Christian. He’s kind and caring. He’s solid and steady. He keeps me grounded. He keeps me and my dysfunctional brain from spiraling out of control.

He comes to me and wraps his hand around the back of my neck. This kiss is soft and gentle. I mold myself to him and our erections bump together, reminding me of the idea I had earlier.

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