Page 12 of Reckless Hearts

What the hell?

Wiping a hand across my mouth, I glance up and find Seb looking at me with blown-out pupils and lips still messy from all our kissing.

He must see the question on my face because he answers it.

“I want to kiss you again.”

I blink at him.

Most guys I’m with are simply chasing their own orgasms, and I’ve never had one pull me off giving them head so they could kiss me.

But I’m happy to oblige him.

I shimmy out of my underwear, kicking them off to join the scattered clothes on the floor. Then I crawl up Seb’s body until I’m lying on top of him. He’s sprawled beneath me looking utterly debauched, his lips bee-sting red, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

For a few seconds, we just observe each other.

Then Seb surges up to claim my mouth. I moan into the kiss because, suddenly, kissing is everything.

Seb kisses me like I’m the meaning of the universe and I get the feeling I’m kissing him back the same way.

We continue to kiss, grinding against each other, his cock leaving a trail of wetness on my skin. The slide of skin on skin is amazing. Our hands roam relentlessly, fingers digging into flesh.

Oh, holy fuck. It’s good. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on just from kissing and grinding.

But still, I want more.

I roll onto my side, pulling him with me so we’re pressed against each other.

I wrap one hand around both our cocks, our combined precum providing enough natural lube, and start to jerk us. The sensation of his cock sliding against mine sends electric shocks up my spine.

Seb’s breath hitches as I swipe my thumb over our sensitive heads. He watches our cocks sliding through my grip with wide eyes, awe on his face.

And it’s that look that has me leaning forward to claim his mouth yet again.

Fuck. The dual sensations of having Seb’s tongue in my mouth and his cock sliding against mine causes my orgasm to boil up inside me.

I wrench my lips away from Seb’s. “Oh holy fuck,” I gasp as it overtakes me. It starts as a tightening in my balls, then explodes outward in waves of pleasure. My muscles tense and release in rapid succession, my hips jerking uncontrollably.

It feels like every cell in my body is exploding with pleasure simultaneously.

A warm splatter of cum hits my stomach and chest, each pulse sending another jolt through my body.

Seb’s dark gaze studies me intently like nothing is more important than watching pleasure overtake my face.

It’s intimate in a way I’ve never had before.

I’m so dazed from my orgasm that I’m only half aware Seb is using my cum to continue to stroke himself, his hand moving in a blur over his flushed cock, his eyes locked on me.

His forehead furrows as he starts to come, his eyes half-lidded as a deep flush spreads from his cheeks to his chest.

I’m transfixed by the way his eyelashes flutter against his cheeks, the way his lips part on a breathless moan.

And I can’t help leaning forward to kiss him again.

It’s a slow, languid kiss.

Post-sex cuddling is not something I normally indulge in, but when I finally pull away from his lips, I wrap an arm around Seb, unable to resist the warmth of his body against mine.