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“F-fuck,” I breathed, grinding against him harder and pumping my fist over us both to counter my thrusts. “Seb.”

“It feels amazing, Lark,” he rasped, voice throaty. “You’re doing so good.”

“Mmm.” A desperate moan burst from me, hips rocking faster. Wanting to hear him say more stuff like that, I breathlessly asked, “D-do you like it?”

His fingers tightened on my hips, then slid back to splay out over my ass, encouraging me to move faster.

“Yes, I fucking like it,” he murmured.

I could feel him watching me, so I finally looked up and met his gaze. My face felt hot and flushed, strands of hair sticking to my temples, and my brows pinched as I sucked in shallow, ragged breaths.

“It f-feels so good. It’s sooo m-much better than jerking off.” My head fell back as I rested my free hand on the centre of his chest to steady myself. He was so warm and solid beneath me, his heart pounding under my palm. “Y-your dick feels so… I want it inside me. I want you to fuck me. Seb—”

“Soon,” he panted, his hips moving against mine and his big thighs quaking.

“I don’t want to wait,” I sobbed, no longer in control as I rutted frantically against his cock in the tight ring of my fingers. “I want it now. Seb… please—”

A hoarse, trembling groan filled the room as Seb strained against me before his cock flexed and wet heat spurted between my fingers. I snapped my head down to see his brows scrunched with pleasure, fangs flashing between his parted lips as he grunted with every line of cum that shot onto his chest and stomach.

Oh my god. I did it. Seb came first.

I whimpered, stroking us both until he sagged and let out one more hoarse, drowsy groan. His cock pulsed beneath my fingers. I didn’t want to hurt him if he grew oversensitive, so I let go and fisted my dick, jerking it frantically because it felt like my balls would explode if I didn’t come in the next ten seconds.

My legs quaked when Seb lifted his head and peered down, trailing his fingertips lightly over my inner thighs. Oh fuck, that felt good. I couldn’t stop shuddering, my breaths huffing out of me.

“Make yourself come for me, Lark,” Seb murmured, and that was it. I was done. Fully cooked. Or juiced. Whatever.

A strangled cry left me as my hips jerked, then locked up. Cum shot from me in fast, forceful spurts, landing all over his chest and stomach alongside his own. I was almost hyperventilating, the knowledge that I was coming on Seb—like, literally on his body—making me shake wildly. Pleasure raced through my limbs, turning them weak and trembly. My toes curled hard, tucked under his thighs.

Dorky little whimpers still came out with every manic breath as the orgasm faded away, leaving me limp and trembling on top of him. With a tired moan, I let myself sink down onto his chest and tucked my face into his neck, trying to catch my breath.

My spit-and-cum-slicked hand curled weakly on the mattress, but I made sure to keep any fluids off the sheets. In a jarring rush, I remembered where we were. In a spare bedroom at Holt’s house. With all our co-workers right outside. Having a pool party.

Despite realising that we’d been gone a pretty long time and there was a risk of someone catching us, I melted onto Seb’s big chest and sighed into his neck, my hot forehead resting on the bed and my wings opening and closing languidly behind me. I didn’t want to move. I was pretty sure my legs wouldn’t support me if I tried to stand up right now anyway.

Besides, Seb’s arms had wrapped around my middle and he was hugging me tightly to him, so it was, like, my noble duty or something to stay right where I was. If he wanted me to move, he wouldn’t be doing that, right?

“Mmm.” I sank deeper into him, rubbing my nose against his sweat-damp neck and subtly breathing in his scent. He always smelled so good. Warm and comforting. Like a favourite blanket.

He lifted his head to kiss my shoulder, and a languid smile tilted my lips. That felt so nice. I knew it’d feel nice.

Wanting him to tell me how well I’d done—when had I become desperate to hear him say it?—I mumbled, “Did I do okay?”

But Seb suddenly stiffened against me, making me worry that, for some reason, it had been the wrong thing to say. He let out a slow breath.

“Yes.” His voice was thick, but then he cleared his throat and gave my ass a gentle squeeze. “You did amazing, Lark. It felt incredible. Great… lesson.”

Right. Yeah. It’d been a lesson. I’d somehow forgotten that again. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I pushed myself up on my arms and gave him a smile that I hoped didn’t seem too uncertain.

“Thanks,” I said shyly. My legs were still shaking wildly when I awkwardly clambered off him and stood, then hurried over to grab my towel off the floor so we could clean up.

When I turned back, Seb was sitting up on the end of the bed and scrubbing his hands down his face. His shoulders were kind of… slumped. I hesitated, rubbing my foot over the bottom of my calf as I watched him.

“Are you okay?” I asked anxiously.

He lowered his hands and lifted his head to look at me. My belly fluttered wildly when I saw the look in his eyes, almost like he was… desperate to say something to me.

Shit. Fuck. What if he’d changed his mind? What if that had actually been terrible, not amazing like he said? Or what if he didn’t want to touch me again after finding out about my stupid nub?