Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys 7)

Sebastian wasn’t sure at what point their biting contest turned into deep, hungry kisses, but soon he was moaning and tugging Vlad on top of him, hands stroking Vlad’s wide, muscular back, blunt nails digging in as their mouths molded into each other in a heated, needy kiss. They both were groaning and grunting, writhing on the bed and shoving and pulling each other close. Sebastian couldn’t remember the last time he wanted something so badly his body shook with it. He was nearly crying with the desire to have, to take, to fuck.

Sebastian shoved at Vlad, rolling him onto his back, and straddled Vlad’s thick thighs.

He looked down at Vlad’s heaving chest, Vlad’s face shrouded in the darkness. His own breathing was so loud he could hear nothing else. He almost expected Vlad to shove him away now that they’d stopped kissing, but Vlad’s hands seemed glued to Sebastian’s hips, thumbs stroking his sensitive belly while the other fingers were splayed on Sebastian’s buttocks, big and hard. Vlad’s hands moved down and kneaded Sebastian’s thighs greedily, as if Vlad couldn’t quite help himself.

Sebastian leaned down and murmured against Vlad’s ear, “Wanna fuck me, don’t you? Too bad. I’ll be the one doing the fucking this time.”

He felt Vlad go rigid under him. “You can’t make me do anything,” Vlad said, fingers digging into Sebastian’s buttocks. “And I’m not taking it up the ass.”

“Why, are you afraid you’ll like it too much?” Sebastian bit Vlad’s earlobe.

“I...” Whatever Vlad was going to say was cut off when Sebastian pulled Vlad’s cock out and wrapped his hand around it.

“I’m not a homo,” Vlad gritted out, his cock twitching in Sebastian’s hand.

“Sure.” Sebastian turned on the bedside lamp and rummaged in the drawer, praying he’d left some lube the last time he’d visited his parents.

Apparently he had. Miraculously, there were also a couple of condoms.

Sebastian grabbed the bottle, opened it, and slicked up his fingers.

Vlad’s hand caught his wrist in a vise-like grip. “You are not fucking me,” he said, accentuating every word, as if his cock wasn’t rock hard in Sebastian’s other hand.

“Fine if you’re scared...”

Predictably, Vlad bristled at the mere suggestion of being scared of anything. Sebastian would have rolled his eyes if his dick wasn’t hard to the point of being painful. God, he wanted to fuck. He needed it, wanted to stick his cock inside Vlad and fuck him into the mattress until the homophobic fucker begged him for his cock.

“I’m not afraid of anything,” Vlad said. “Fine, whatever. But I’m not going to like it.”

Was that a challenge?

“We shall see.” Sebastian tugged Vlad’s boxers off, pushed his thighs apart and settled between them. He licked his lips, looking at Vlad’s chest—he wanted to kiss it, suck on those nipples, bite those pecs—but forced himself to go straight to prepping Vlad. He wanted to make Vlad beg for his cock and he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be easy.

The truth was, not all gay men liked anal sex. Some found it uncomfortable, some found it too messy and too much work. Personally, Sebastian loved having cock inside him, and normally he didn’t pressure his partner if the other guy didn’t want to bottom for whatever reason. He was more than fine with bottoming. This was the first time he actually burned to fuck another man, make him fall apart on his cock. He wanted to see this proud, manly, homophobic and supposedly straight man turn into a slut for his cock. The mere thought of it made his cock ache.

Judging by the bored look on Vlad’s face, he was determined to dislike it.

Vlad’s expression didn’t change when Sebastian pushed a finger in. Stroking Vlad’s erection with his other hand, Sebastian pushed in another finger and started gently scissoring them. No outward reaction.

Growing frustrated, Sebastian crooked his fingers—

Vlad shuddered, his entire body tensing.

“Good, yeah?” Sebastian smiled and repeated it, stroking Vlad’s prostate gently.

Vlad glared at him, his jaw clenched tight. It was obvious he hated that he was enjoying this. Too bad. By the time Sebastian was done, Vlad would be a total slut for cock, whether he wanted it or not.

Sebastian pushed a third finger inside Vlad’s hole and a moan slipped out of Vlad’s tightly pursed lips.

“Still hate it?” Sebastian murmured, thrusting his fingers in and out.

Vlad glowered at him, his cheekbones flushed, his cock rock hard and his pupils dilated. “Yes.”

“Liar,” Sebastian said, massaging Vlad’s prostate.

Vlad didn’t quite manage to swallow another moan and his hips started moving to meet Sebastian’s fingers.

“Look at you,” Sebastian murmured hoarsely. “You’re gagging for it. Look how hard you are.”

If looks could kill, the one Vlad gave him would have. “Just get on with it,” Vlad gritted out.

Sebastian would have laughed if he weren’t so impatient himself. His fingers were shaking as he rolled on a condom and slicked his cock up.