He trembled with a silent chuckle.
We fell back asleep shortly after, and when I woke up again, we’d shifted in our sleep so he was spooning me.
I could get used to this.
“Sebastian,” I whispered.
“Mm.”
“I thought of another rule.”
He yawned and stretched a little, which became highly distracting when he gripped my hip and pressed his pre-morning wood against my ass.
“You’re bordering on high-maintenance now, Blake. How many are you at?”
Only six. One, he had to let me buy him a proper TV. Two, he had to watch TV with me once a week. Three, we had to do romantic shit every now and then because I had never experienced that. Four, I was expanding on Soph’s rule about football on Thanksgiving to include a breakfast game. Sebastian had to come with us to that sports bar at least once a year so he could see what the fuss was about. Five, a lot of sex. A lot of it. Six, no more rubbers. Just oil or lube, depending on where we fucked, and we had to be packin’ wherever we went.
“Just one more,” I said. “Let’s install heaters on the porch and on the balcony so we don’t freeze to death.”
One of the hottest things I’d ever seen was Sebastian sitting naked on the sofa out there on the balcony, a drink in one hand, a cigar in the other. And it was a travesty to limit that to the very brief Washington summer.
“I wanna sit at your feet and service your cock when you smoke a cigar,” I finished.
“Jesus,” he whispered, tightening his hold on my hip. “I was ready to argue until you said that.”
Great, I win.
“So it’s a deal?” I asked.
“It’s a deal.” He kissed my neck, then disappeared to grab something. I heard him opening the nightstand drawer. Please let it be oil. We’d waited long enough. “Now I have a rule of my own,” he said. “Every now and then, I wanna sleep while I’m balls deep in your ass.”
My ass clenched with want. Fuck yeah, I could only imagine how that kind of frustration would turn me into a greedy whore for him.
“Sometimes I’ll wake up needing you right then and there,” he went on. I felt his arm moving behind me, hopefully because he was slicking up his cock. “And you won’t make a sound unless something’s wrong. Not a damn sound. Those nights, you’ll just be my toy. I’ll empty myself and go back to sleep.”
“Holy fuck.” I exhaled through a shiver and pressed against his cock. “Yeah, I’m game. Best rule ever.”
“And you’re a fantasy come true,” he laughed softly. “I’ve never been able to go all in like this with anyone. Most of my fetishes have stayed in my head.”
“Well, now you have me.” I hugged my pillow, smug as shit. “I told you from the beginnin’, darlin’. Use me however you want in the sack.”
“I will.” He didn’t say anything else. Instead, he pushed the head of his cock between my ass cheeks, then drove forward in a single thrust.
I sucked in a breath as the intense burn spread, and I couldn’t help but clamp down on him, which only made the pain worse.
I groaned into the pillow.
“Hurt for me, baby.” He leaned over me and trapped my earlobe between his teeth. “Those first few seconds when I take you—or when I shove my cock down your throat—I want to own every inch of your body and mind. I’ll be the only thing that exists for you.”
Oh God.
“You are,” I rasped.
“Good boy.” He kissed my shoulder and wrapped his arm around my middle. “Now go back to sleep.”
My eyes flashed open.
He was the goddamn devil.
I woke up to him fucking me.
It messed with my head, because I couldn’t imagine him being able to do a whole lot without my noticing, but it was still a full-on fuck I roused to, and he was hard as a rock. He hitched an arm under my leg, too, and angled himself to take me deeper.
Most of the discomfort was gone, and the fantasy itself slammed enough lust into me that all I wanted was more. But I gave him what he wanted. Nothing. Not a sound. I didn’t move either, even as my own cock grew painfully hard and demanded attention.
He wasn’t quiet or careful about anything. His groans and heavy breaths filled the air and turned me on beyond belief.
“No—go back downstairs, Echo. Daddy’s busy.”
Jesus fucking Christ. My face suddenly felt like it was on fire, and I didn’t really understand it. We’d shooed away the boys before, but this was different somehow.
It was so hot that I didn’t know what to do with myself.
It took all my self-control not to move when he wrapped his fingers around my cock.
“Look at that. My sleeping beauty gets off on being used as a come dumpster.”