Page 126 of When We Ignite

I hesitated, my mind racing. Then I gave in. “Hard, rough, fast,” I breathed, the words tumbling out in quick succession.

Sebastian’s grip on my hip shifted, his free hand sliding to my cock. He stroked me with intent, his voice thick with promise. “With pleasure. Be loud for me, darling.”

Before I could respond, his pace picked up. His hips snapped against me, each thrust harder than the first, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing in the room. I gasped, unable to keep my voice steady, his name slipping from my lips in broken pleas.

“Push back,” he growled.

I did, matching his rhythm as best I could, the friction driving me closer and closer to the edge. My hand twitched, instinctively reaching for him, but he released my hair and slammed my palm back down.

“Don’t move your hands,” he demanded, his voice rough, and I nodded, surrendering fully to him.

The heat built between us, the room feeling stifling as my body teetered on the brink. “Ash,” I gasped, my breath hitching.

“Tell me, pet,” he said, his voice strained.

“Come on me, Ash.”

“Anything for you,” he murmured, the rawness in his voice unmatched.

I arched my back, pushing harder against him, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity.

“Grab yourself, sweetheart,” he commanded, letting go of my hips to steady me with a firm grip, his fingertips pressing into my skin like a brand.

I stroked myself fast, chasing the release that was so close I could almost taste it.

“Fuck,” Sebastian groaned, his voice thick and guttural as his hands tightened painfully on my hips. He stilled, his body locking up as his climax overtook him.

I gasped when I felt the heat of his release spill onto my skin, the sensation catching me off guard.

“Did you just finish?” I asked breathlessly, turning my head slightly.

He pressed his forehead against my back, exhaling heavily before nodding.

Before I could react, he pulled me upright, his chest pressing flush against my back as his arms wrapped securely around me. His hand slid between my thighs, smearing his cum against my skin before wrapping around my cock again. The slickness made his strokes feel impossibly good, and I closed my eyes, moaning as I leaned into him.

“Grab my hair. Can you reach?” he asked, his voice a deep, sated rumble.

I shifted, managing to hook my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, holding on as I tried to steady myself. His free hand trailed along my thighs again, moving lower, and then his fingers pressed into me.

“Oh my God,” I gasped, my body jolting at the intrusion. The angle made it harder, the stretch more intense, but it only heightened the pleasure.

His hand on my cock didn’t falter, his pace relentless as he searched for the spot that would undo me. When he found it, I whined, the sound spilling from my lips unbidden.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I managed, my voice breaking as he pressed against the spot again and again.

“Do you like that?”

I nodded quickly, unable to form words as I gave in to the overwhelming sensations. My toes curled against the plush carpet, my back arching as I chased the release building inside me.

“I could spend the rest of my life watching you come like this and never tire of it. You look so fucking good,” he whispered, his voice thick with awe. His hands were magic, relentless and knowing, driving me closer and closer to the edge. “Ready to finish, covered in my cum?” he murmured, the filthy promise breaking me completely.

His words sent me spiraling over the edge, my climax hitting like a bomb detonating inside me. I cried out, my hand covering his as I spilled over his desk, the intensity of it leaving me trembling and utterly spent. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve alight as the aftershocks wracked through me.

Sebastian’s fingers slipped from me, and I stumbled back slightly. “Shit, wait,” he muttered, steadying me with his hands on my waist as I swayed.

I winced as his mess smeared further on my skin, but the ridiculousness of it made me laugh softly.

He chuckled, pulling me back into his lap as he collapsed into his chair. I let my head fall back against his shoulder, my breathing ragged as I tried to collect myself.