Page 30 of Brick Wall

Apparently, he’s making some kind of green monster mash, whatever that it is. According to him, it’s ground beef, rice, broth, soy sauce, green veggies, and some other seasonings. It smells delicious.

“What would you like to drink?” I ask Sebastian as I move around in his kitchen .

“Milk. I have some in the fridge. Help yourself to whatever. I have wine over here,” he says, pointing to a miniature wine cooler.

“Milk is great.” I pull out the carton and pour two glasses. I’ve worked so many hours as of late, I’d be afraid that wine would put me to sleep. Also, I want it to be a great night, and I want nothing to interfere with it, if you know what I mean.

Sebastian brings over two plates for dinner, placing one in front of me.

“It tastes better than it looks,” Sebastian says bashfully.

Bash.

I love that nickname for Sebastian, and it fits him so well. I’ll need to remember that.

My Bash.

However, I forget everything when I take my first bite.

“This is delicious,” I say with my fork up in the air.

“Thank you.” His cheeks turn an adorable shade of pink.

“You are a great cook,” I tack on another compliment.

“Lots of practice. I can only cook a few things, but I eat this one almost daily as of late, so I have this one kind of perfected. It’s also quick, which is nice.”

“I like it. I’ve been eating too many meals in our college cafeteria and on the road, so a home-cooked meal is a treat.”

After we finish, I try to take Bash’s plate, but he stops me. “I’ve got it.”

“But you cooked dinner.”

“I want to clean up,” he insists as he heads to the kitchen. “I throw everything in the dishwasher. I’ll only be a minute. Make yourself at home.”

I head to the bathroom to freshen up a bit and then sit on his black sofa awkwardly before he wanders over .

He gives me an amused look that says what are you doing just sitting there, but I don’t care if my intentions are obvious at this point. It’s been two weeks since I’ve seen this man. I don’t want to wait any longer. I’m clearly waiting for him.

He sits down close to me, our legs brushing against each other as a jolt goes through me. We make eye contact, and I’m unable to peel my eyes away from him. He looks so handsome under the soft lights in his living room.

“Hi,” I say, breathier than intended.

“Hi,” he emulates in the same tone as me. He places his warm palm over mine, and it’s all the contact I need to be brave.

I move my body up and over, never breaking contact with him, as I position myself on his lap. I straddle him, one leg on either side of him, as he wraps his giant hands around my waist.

His eyes are hooded with desire as I gently place a hand on his cheek, toying my fingers through his thick beard as my body automatically inches closer to him. He matches my movement, meeting me halfway until our lips fuse together.

It’s not soft or sweet—it’s pure hunger and need. My heart is pounding hard as we devour more of each other.

I run my hands through his hair as our mouths and bodies intertwine. His hands are all over me, and I need more. I start to move up and down to get more friction, but before I do too much, he firmly states, “Bedroom now.”

“Yes, sir.”

He groans as he picks me up from his lap. My legs are still tightly wrapped around his waist as he easily carries me to his bedroom around the corner.

I’ve never had a man carry me so easily before, like I’m weightless, which is definitely not the case. I love how he makes me feel so light and carefree. It’s a major turn-on.

Bash throws me on the bed with our legs still entwined, him on top of me.

“This okay?” he gently asks me. I can’t speak. I have no words coming out, so I only nod.

“I’m going to need verbal confirmation,” he says.

“Yes,” I manage to squeak out. “I need you.”

He easily strips me of my clothes until I’m lying naked on his bed, fully exposed.

There’s a little light still coming from his open curtains, and I can see him perfectly in front of me, but he’s still fully dressed. I tug on his white shirt, wanting him to match my naked state.

He’s hesitant, though, just like the last time we had a little fun.

“Can I keep my shirt on?” he murmurs.

“No. I want to see all of you.”

He abruptly moves off me, and sits down next to me, and I sit up, matching his position. What just happened?

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

“We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with.” I want to make sure this goes both ways.

“No, I want to,” he says nervously. “It’s not that. It’s just, uh.” He takes a deep breath, then exhales. “I’d feel more comfortable with my shirt on.”

He clammed up a few weeks ago when I tried to remove his shirt. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but maybe I should have. Perhaps something else is going on.

He takes a deep breath before deciding to speak. “I’m a big guy,” he says simply .

“Okay…” I say, slow and uncertain. I’m not sure where he is going with this conversation, and I don’t really know what to say.

“I’m fat,” he clarifies. “I don’t want you to get turned off by what you see.”

What?

What is he talking about?

He’s beautiful the way he is.

I straighten myself up and look right into his eyes.

“You are handsome,” I say fiercely, and he looks like he doesn’t quite believe that.

“You are. I thought that the first night we met at the bar. I was instantly attracted to you then, and I’m more attracted to you now that I know you.

If you want to keep your shirt on, I’m okay with that. ”

He doesn’t respond.

I take my right hand and move it slowly underneath his shirt, without removing it, drawing circles around his chest. In a husky voice, I add, “I’d love to feel your skin flush with mine.

I would love to feel your heat and rub my breasts all over your bare skin.

However, I understand if you are not ready, but I won’t change my mind about wanting you.

I want you and I don’t want to wait much longer to be with you. ”

He mumbles something under his breath that I don’t catch, but he quickly strips down so only his boxers remain.

His mouth forcefully clashes with mine as his strong body is on top of me. His tongue dips into my mouth, and I reciprocate. Our hands are all over each other’s bodies with no grace whatsoever, as we explore one another. It’s fast and messy. I can’t get enough.

He cups my breast and when his tongue flicks over my nipple, I instantly moan. Soon, his tongue dips lower to explore.

“Do you have a condom?” I ask between breaths, and Sebastian reaches to the nightstand beside him for one.

His body hovers over me as he hands the condom over to me. I rip the package open as Sebastian slides his boxers off in front of me.

Holy Thick Dick.

His dick is long, but it’s also so thick with gorgeous veins visible.

He’s above me, waiting for me to slide the condom on him, but it takes my brain a minute to catch up. I can’t take my eyes off him. Well, his giant cock.

It’s beautiful, just like the rest of him.

Sebastian clears his throat, and my eyes float up to his. There’s a hint of amusement and mischief in his eyes. He totally caught me thirsting after him. Oh well. He’s mine now. He is going to have a rough time ditching me, especially now that I know what he’s packing.

I’d take this thick dick over a gold-encrusted penis any day.

I can’t wait until he’s inside me but I decide to take my time as I slide the magic rubber on and commit his penis to memory.

Our eyes lock as he pins me down with his hands.

“You were made for me,” he whispers as he slowly kisses my ear and then trails kisses until he finds my mouth once again.

The huff of his warm breath tickles my ear as he slides into me. Time momentarily stops, as I feel nothing but him.

He lowers his forehead to mind as we move together.

Our previous frenzied pace slows. It’s gentler. He moves slowly on top, taking his time with every thrust and grunt.

I love feeling the heat of his body and hearing every single moan from him.

I grab his hair, wrapping my fingers around his silky light locks.

I can’t take much more.

“Bash,” I moan. “I’m almost there.”

“Come with me,” he says, while moving his lips from my neck to my breasts. He sucks a nipple while keeping a steady pace.

I can’t help but explode.

“Fuck,” he groans, breathing heavily next to me after a minute of silence between both of us.

“Fuck,” I agree.

That was easily the best sex of my life, and that was only our first time together. I’ve had good sex before, but I feel like it is something I’ve worked up to with a partner. The first few times are supposed to be awkward and messy as you learn each other, right?

Well, I guess I was wrong, because sex with Sebastian is at a different level. Our bodies are already in sync.

We are lying next to each other, still fully naked, as our breathing slowly returns to normal.

He turns his head to face me, and I make full eye contact in return.

“You called me Bash,” he says with a slanted smile.

“I did?”

“Yes.” After he realizes I’m too embarrassed to admit to it, he adds, “I like it.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, no one has ever called me that before.”

“I call you that in my head sometimes,” I admit. “It fits you.”

“Yeah,” he agrees, as he gives me a sweet kiss to my temple .

“Stay the night?”

“Yes,” I say instantly. You don’t have to convince me to stay here longer. He may need to kick me out because I’m very comfortable.

“Good.”

We drift off to sleep, still wrapped up in each other’s arms.