Page 169 of Depraved Boys

Heat rushed to my cheeks. Ashley had always made disparaging comments about the size of my ass and made me feel like it was too big for my waist. But Sebastian’s interest was unambiguous, and it seemed to grow another inch in length and girth.

I turned around and glanced at him over my shoulder.

Sebastian clapped a hand to his temple. “I don’t know where to look. You’re killing me with that expression!”

A tingle of excitement rushed from my core to my heart, and the corners of my lips lifted into a smile. I unfastened the buttons of my white shirt and sent out a word of thanks that I was wearing one of my bras that didn’t look like hammocks.

Sebastian’s nostrils flared, and his chest rose and fell with the kind of intensity that made me worry about his heart. I was excited, too, but I didn’t look like I’d just hopped off the treadmill.

Still with my back turned to Sebastian, I pulled my shirt off my shoulders. His eyes bulged, and his gaze raked over my exposed back.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said through panting breaths.

Sebastian had seen me in various states of undress and up close during the bed baths, but I’d never displayed myself to him like this before. Or to anyone. Any insecurities I had about my body melted away.

What did it matter if mean girls disparaged me for not being tall and thin? The world was full of different shapes, and none was more valid than the other, although Sebastian seemed to be crazy about mine. The tension I usually carried around my chest loosened, lightening my heart with a newfound confidence.

With hands that trembled, I reached behind my back, unfastened my bra and peeled it off my front.

“T-turn around,” he rasped. “P-please.”

“What will happen if I do?”

Sebastian chuckled. “I might just cum.”

My gaze traveled down his muscled torso to his cloth-covered erection. “Show me.”

Sebastian gently maneuvered the waistband of his boxer-briefs over his jawbreakingly large penis and pulled the underwear down over his hips.

I let out a sigh that was one part amazement and two parts longing. Leopold had used his fingers on me, which had been mind-blowing, but what would Sebastian’s dick feel like, stretching me open and sliding in and out?

The silly challenge no longer mattered. I wanted him. Now.

Turning to face Sebastian, I uncrossed my arms. His gaze dropped down to my nipples, and his erect penis bobbed up and down. A stream of warm fluid shot out from his slit and hit me on the right nipple.

I sucked in a shocked breath and locked my gaze on the contracting organ. “Sebastian, you’re—”

“Oh, fuck.” It twitched again and ejaculated another jet of pearlescent fluid. “Bloody, fucking, hell!”

Sebastian twisted to the side and spurted out another five jets, each decreasing in size and distance. He hadn’t been bullshitting after all. I licked my lips, core twitching at the sight.

Still panting, he bowed his head and blew out several long breaths. “Sorry. I thought I’d last longer than that. Sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs. I’ll make it up to you.”

It didn’t take long for Sebastian’s tongue to make me climax, and we both settled under the covers of the four-poster, exchanging long, sensual kisses.

“Willow,” he murmured into my neck. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”

I wrapped my hands around his broad back and arched into his muscled chest. “S-Seb… I have to tell you something.”

He drew back. “What?”

“I have feelings for both of you.”

His brows drew together. “What about Kash?”

“I like him a lot, but we haven’t spent much time together.”

Sebastian furrowed his brow and rubbed the side of his cheek.