“I want you to fuck me just like this, okay, Devon?” Sebastian ground out as he began pumping his hips against mine. “Face to face cause I need to know…”
“Know what, baby?” I asked. He once again had one hand planted in my hair. The other was pressed against the wall behind him so he could use it to grind against me. His desperation for release was like a living thing. I could hear it in the way he spoke, could feel it in the way he clung to me.
“Need to know you see me. Me.”
His statement was the reminder I needed that even if he wasn’t as tipsy as he’d been earlier in the evening, he was still in an incredibly vulnerable place emotionally… and now physically. As badly as I wanted him… needed him, I couldn’t… wouldn’t take advantage of him like that.
Wanting me to fuck him face to face made it pretty clear that Rick’s cruel treatment had included keeping Sebastian at an emotional distance during sex. It made me want to rip Rick apart all over again for being such a complete and utter bastard.
“Devon, please,” Sebastian began begging. I could hear that his throat was thick with tears. I told myself to end this, to bring him down gently, but something about the way he was looking at me told me that for whatever reason, he really did need this… me. And not just to physically get off, either.
I leaned in and kissed him hard again, then gripped his ass firmly with one hand so I could stroke him with the other. The thong he was wearing had a cup on the front that was doing a pretty good job of keeping Sebastian’s aroused cock tucked against his body. Since I didn’t want to release him long enough to remove the underwear, I pressed my entire body against Sebastian’s and said, “Hang on to me, sweetheart.”
Sebastian happily wrapped himself around me. I kept him up against the wall as I used both hands to rip the underwear. Sebastian let out a little cry of pleasure at the sound and as soon as I pushed the fabric off one leg, he began grinding eagerly against me. I ignored the rest of the underwear since I had the access I needed. I palmed Sebastian’s ass again and used my other hand to search out his dick. It was definitely a strange thing to be touching another man’s junk for the first time in my life, but nothing about it felt wrong. And Sebastian’s reaction to my hand coming into contact with his sensitive skin was the ultimate encouragement. He cried and bucked and begged as I tried to figure out how much pressure to use and how fast and hard to stroke him. I finally settled for giving him what I liked myself. Sebastian’s shoulders pressed back against the wall and his fingers dug into the fabric of my shirt as he twisted and writhed against my pumps. Pre-cum was dampening my hand with every stroke. I had Sebastian pressed up against the wall so hard, I was sure he’d have bruises in the morning, but it was the only way I could keep him in that position and give him the touch he was so desperate for.
“Fuck, yes, harder, Devon. Please!”
I fisted him with longer, harder, faster pumps of my hand as I let the finger of my free hand caress the crease of his ass. Sebastian began crying as he curled his arms around my shoulders and buried his face in my neck. His hot, heavy breaths wafted over my skin as he begged me repeatedly to go faster and harder. His whispered pleas were the ultimate aphrodisiac, and I began grinding my dick against the underside of his ass. I was still wearing my pants so I had no hope of feeling his silky skin against mine, but I didn’t care.
“So close. So close, Devon,” Sebastian panted.
“Come for me, baby,” I demanded. I remembered what he’d said about wanting to be face to face with me, so I sought out his mouth long enough to force him to lift his head. He began grunting as his body locked up tight in my arms and I tore my mouth free of his.
“Keep your eyes on me, Bastian,” I ordered firmly.
He was covered in sweat and his skin was flushed. His pupils were blown and I knew he was completely at my mercy… dependent on me for everything in that moment. It was a heady experience that made me forget my own need to come. Instead, I focused on him and only him. I stroked him and teased his crack until I felt that moment where his body was teetering on the edge. Then I leaned into him and whispered, “You’re mine, Bastian. No pretending about it. Do you hear me?”