My hands, folded on my lap, twitched to touch him.
His eyes closed momentarily, then flew back open and pinned me. “Touch me, Dru. Help me finish. It’s your fault I’m this hard.”
I reached out, hesitated with my fingers a hair’s breadth from his shaft, and then I closed my hand around him. God, so thick, so soft, yet so iron-hard. I glided my hand up to the head and all the way down, my fist sliding slickly over the lotion. We both had a hand on his cock, now, his below mine. We stroked him together, faster and faster.
“Fuck—Dru, your hand feels so good around my cock.”
“Your cock is amazing, Sebastian.” I grinned up at him. “I guess I was right the other night, huh?”
“Guess so,” he grunted, and his hips began to thrust.
I worked him faster, and his hand fell away, so it was only mine on his flesh. I cupped his ass with my other hand, and set a quick fluttering rhythm of strokes on his throbbing cock. Harder, faster.
God, how long could he hold out?
He started grunting, low under his breath. Glanced at me. “Gonna come, Dru.”
His beautiful cock pushed into my fist and his eyes pinned me and his abs tensed and flexed. I watched, rapt, as my small pale hand slid up and down his tan flesh, and then he froze, hips thrust forward.
“Fuck…fuck, I’m coming, Dru. Watch me come.”
I tilted away from his body, cupped my palm under the tip of his cock and kept stroking him. He snarled, thrust his hips once more, and then he came with a low growl. His dick pulsed in my fist and come spurted out of him and into my palm, overflowing to drip down into the toilet, and then he grunted and thrust into my fist and came again, filling and over-filling my palm, again, and again, and I kept stroking him until he finally stopped growling and grunting and coming into my hand.
“Jesus, you come a lot,” I said, marveling at the unbelievable amount of come in my hand, dripping down between my fingers into the water below, coating my palm in wet hot white stickiness.
“You got no fuckin’ idea,” he growled. “Wash your hands and get those clothes off.”
I shivered at the fierce potency in his voice. “Are you always this bossy?”
He growled at me again. “Just had your hand on my cock, Dru. I need to eat your sweet cunt until you come on my tongue, and then when I’m hard again, I’m gonna fuck you six ways to Sunday. So if you don’t do what I tell you, I’ll do it for you.”
I stared at him, taking in the blaze of his brown eyes, the heaving of his chest, the droop of his dick. He stepped out of his jeans and underwear, peeled off his shirt, tossed them both on the floor, and stood naked in front of me. And holy shit, the man was ripped. Chiseled abs, bulging pecs, rippling biceps, and all that incredible ink stretching from wrist to wrist and shoulder to shoulder. The V, god yes, the V-cut. And his cock, even going limp—only momentarily, it seemed—was impressive. Fully erect it had been the hugest thing I’d ever seen, thicker and longer than any cock in my experience, and just perfectly straight and so beautiful…and so big he’d stretch me to burning, I was sure.
I shivered at the thought.
And apparently I didn’t move fast enough for him, because Sebastian snagged my wrist, turned on the faucet, rinsed his come off my hand, dried it with a towel, and then jerked open the bathroom door and hauled me out into his bedroom. Kicked that door closed, then spun around to face me with his hand on the lock.
“You wanna leave? Now’s the time, sweet thing. I’m gonna lock this door, and I’m not letting you out until you beg for mercy.”
I lifted my chin. “I don’t want to leave.”
I didn’t, really I didn’t. But the look in his eyes was feral. I was starting to wonder if my idea of getting a few orgasms out of this guy and then going back to Seattle unscathed had just maybe been a little unrealistic. He looked ravenous, as if he were seconds from pouncing on me and devouring me.
I’d never been devoured before. Hell, I’d never even been looked at like that before.
He grabbed a handful of my sweatshirt, tugged the hood over my head, and then yanked the hoodie off. Tossed it aside. Jerked my T-shirt off, and then my bra. Ruthlessly, efficiently. Then he ripped open my jeans and shoved them down along with my underwear, and when I stepped out of them, I was naked. The whole process had taken less than thirty seconds.
He wrapped his hands around my waist, and for a moment he was soft and tender, staring down at me with those big brown grizzly bear eyes gone affectionate and appreciative. It lasted for as long as he was staring into my eyes, and then his gaze flicked downward, took in my breasts, my belly, my core…