Page 53 of Sebastian

We eventually turn the TV and the lights off and climb into bed. I’m cuddled up in Christian’s arms, head on his shoulder. This is it. This is where I’m happy. This is where I belong. I can’t think of anything better.

When I wake up in the morning, I’m alone in bed. I bury my face into Christian’s pillow—it’s cold, but it still smells like him.

“Christian?” I call out, but the room is too silent for him to be hiding somewhere. Just then, the door’s lock beeps and it swings open.

Christian appears looking sinful in those joggers I love and a very form-fitting t-shirt.

“Hey, good morning.”

“Mmm.” I stretch and the covers slide down to uncover my chest, my stomach, and a bit of my hip.

Christian sets what I think is breakfast down on the coffee table by the couch, then comes to sit next to me. He places his hand at the base of my neck and drags it down my body, pausing to flick a nipple, then trace my belly button. He pushes the covers down to my knees and slides his hand between them to run his palm up my inner thigh.

My breath hitches as he gets closer and closer to my aching cock, but rather than wrap his hand around it, he hooks his thumb into the crease of my hip and presses his fingers behind my balls. He caresses my taint and brushes lightly against my hole.

Fuck, I want him again. I want his mouth on me, his fingers in me. I want all of Christian, all the time.

“How do you feel?” Christian asks, voice husky.

“Good.” I tilt my hips forward. “I could be better?”

“Yeah?”

“Mmm.” I peer up at him and curl my lips into a smile.

His eyes heat as his hand tightens on me and a low growl comes from deep within him. He bends down to kiss me, despite my morning breath, then makes his way across my body to touch up the marks he left on me yesterday.

When he gets to my cock, he licks a wide stripe from the base to the tip. He wraps his lips around me and takes me in to the hilt.

“Christian!” I grab his shoulder, the back of his head. More for something to hang on to than to direct his movements. He doesn’t need me to tell him what to do—Christian’s a fucking maestro at blowjobs.

And fuck, does he suck. His cheeks hollow out as he drags his lips along my length. His tongue digs into my slit and pleasure shoots down to my balls. With one hand, he fondles my balls and with the other, he twists my nipples between his fingers. I whimper and writhe under him as he plays my body like we’ve been together for ages.

He’s going at me so hard and fast my orgasm comes rushing at me. I barely have time to warn him before my cock explodes and I empty my balls into his mouth. Christian wraps a hand around my length and pumps every last drop out onto his tongue. Then he takes my chin, opens my mouth, and feeds my cum back to me.

Fuck, that’s dirty. My dick twitches at how much I love it. At how much I love everything Christian does to me. And how much I love him.

“Is that better?” Christian murmurs against my lips.

I nod. “Much.” Then I reach for him. He’s hard under the soft fabric of his joggers. I want that thing in my mouth. I want it choking me. I want to swallow down his cum too so we’re all mixed together in my stomach.

But Christian gently pries my hand away. “Later.”

I pout. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

After breakfast, Christian makes us visit the fitness room at the hotel. I’d rather go for a run, but I figure I can get more pictures of us this way.

I take one of him on the bench press, lying on his back while I’m looking down at him from above. My legs and shoes are in the shot and it almost looks like I’m about to straddle his face.

Then one in the mirror while he’s doing biceps curls and I’m draped all over him. Then a selfie when Christian’s on the leg press and I squeeze myself in next to him so it looks like we’re lying down together.

Okay, so Christian works out and I just take a bunch of photos for social media. He doesn’t seem to mind though, if his casual touches, full-body hugs, and bright smile are any indication.

I post a few of the photos online while we’re on the way up to our room for a shower and the likes and comments immediately start pouring in.

“Whoa,” he whispers, peering over my shoulder. I lean back against him and tug his arms tighter around my waist.

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