Page 168 of Depraved Boys

CHAPTER FORTY

Sebastian stepped back, his chest rising and falling like bellows. I folded my arms across my chest and waited. Waited for him to prove that his heartfelt proclamations were more than pretty words.

It was stupid, it was petty, it was fucking puerile, but I was sick of feeling off-balance and tired of the ambiguity. If I was so outrageously attractive, he could bloody well show me.

“Willow.” His brows drew together. “What exactly do you—”

“How did you put it? I have the kind of body that makes you cum without touching yourself.”

I let my gaze trail down from his perplexed face, over his blazer-clad chest, down past the deflating erection, and over his muscular thighs.

Then I met his wide, green eyes and enunciated, “I want to see you cum. Now.”

Sebastian swallowed. “Clothed or unclothed.”

“Take it all off.”

Lips curling into a smile, he sucked in a breath that made his entire chest expand. Then with a wicked grin—bravado, most likely—he unfastened the buttons of his blazer. “Is this what you want, Willow? To see me naked?”

“I don’t want the clothes getting in the way.”

He scrambled at his shirt, yanked off his tie, and shouldered off both garments. I hadn’t seen him shirtless since the Christmas break, and all that football practice and work at the gym had improved his physique.

His broad frame consisted of perfectly conditioned muscles without a trace of fat. Thick biceps curled around his arms, leading to thick forearms that complemented his large hands. Beneath bulging pecs lay a prominent six-pack and a trail of dark hair that led to the waistband of his green pants.

My tongue darted out to lick my lips. The man was magnificent, and it took every ounce of self-control not to barrel him to the ground and grope every inch of his hard flesh.

“Do you like what you see, Willow?” His deep, smoky voice curled around my senses and made my nipples tighten.

The muscles of my core pulsed, and desire pushed itself to the forefront of my mind. Despite wanting to forget about my stupid challenge and kiss him senseless, I tilted my head to the side and held my face in an expression I hope would look unimpressed.

“I told you already, Sebastian. I want to see you cum.”

His eyes flared, and he toed off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants. They fell in a puddle around his feet, leaving him standing in a pair of boxer briefs.

“Is this what you want?” His voice was a hoarse whisper.

My gaze raked over the erection straining through the cotton of his underwear, taking in the protruding veins, its mouthwateringly bulbous head, and the patch of wetness expanding through the fabric.

A breath huffed out from between my lips. “When are you going to cum for me, Sebastian?”

He stepped out of his pants and placed both hands on his hips. “Are you going to give me anything to work with?”

A smile curved my lips. “That depends.”

“On?”

My gaze dropped down to his boxers. “Whether you’re all talk.”

“Take off your coat, then. I feel like a wanker standing in front of you half-naked and hard as fuck.”

I took off my coat, unbuttoned my blazer, and let both garments fall to the wooden floor. Sebastian’s gaze fell straight to my breasts. My nipples had tightened so much with arousal, they protruded through my bra and the cotton of my shirt.

“Very nice.” He licked his lips. “But I need to see more to cum without touching myself.”

The pulse between my legs pounded, and all sensible thoughts evaporated with the heat of his gaze. My skirt came off next, and then my thick, winter tights.

He blew out a long breath. “Did I tell you how much I love your legs? They’re so shapely. Turn around, so I can see you from behind.”