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I’d done it. I’d sucked his big, beautiful dick, and I hadn’t even choked. Fuck yeah.
He was trembling as his cock pulsed out a final spurt before he sagged back and went limp, dragging in frantic breaths. I realised I was quaking with adrenaline too as I slid my mouth free and looked up at him. Seb’s heaving chest was stained with a splotchy flush, and his eyes were closed as he tipped his head back and tried to catch his breath.
My insides tightened in a rush. Suddenly jittery with the need to get closer to him, I clambered up and straddled his hips, then burrowed my arms beneath him as I rested my cheek on his shoulder.
His arms came around me instantly, one hand burying back into my braid while the other smoothed over my lower back to cup my ass. I didn’t even care that his inner wrist was pressed directly against my nub. He either hadn’t even noticed or he really just didn’t mind it at all.
Gratitude flooded my chest and made me cling tighter. I rubbed my nose against the bend of his neck, breathing in the scent of his skin and clean sweat.
Part of me wanted to ask him how I’d done, mainly just to hear him give me praise again, but most of me didn’t really want to say anything at all. If we started talking about it, the moment would be broken and we’d get up and start getting dressed. Lesson over.
Except this hadn’t really felt like a lesson—not in the end. It had just felt like all it really was. Me and him.
So I said nothing, nestling as close as I could and letting my eyes drift shut as I listened to his strong heartbeat gradually slow. He pressed a kiss to the top of my sweat-damp head and exhaled slowly, relaxing further against the headboard.
Neither of us said anything for a long time.
Chapter Twenty-One
Everything’s Nice
Larkin
When we eventually roused and slowly started getting dressed, Seb asked me if I wanted a drink or anything.
“I still have my cream soda downstairs.” I grinned at him as I tugged up my boxer briefs.
He smiled and handed me my socks, then reached for his shorts. His head was bent, gaze averted when he casually said, “You can stay as long as you want. If you wanted to hang out for a while.”
“Yeah, okay,” I said quickly with a nod. “That’d be cool. If you want to.”
He grinned over at me as he pulled up his shorts and his beautiful, relaxed dick vanished. “I do want to.”
I grinned back, awkwardly hopping in place and yanking on my socks. “Then let’s hang out.”
After pulling on my sweater, I decided to leave my jeans off so I could be extra comfortable. I didn’t think Seb would care, and besides, my sweater was huge and reached below my ass anyway. I followed him downstairs, and we grabbed our drinks from the kitchen island before getting settled on the couch.
“Oh my god, dude, how old is that thing?” I laughed and pointed at the ancient-looking game console tucked on the shelf under his TV.
He chuckled, then grimaced slightly and wiped a hand over his face. “Probably older than you, to be honest. I’ve had it since I was a kid. Brought it with me when I moved out.”
“Does it still work?”
He huffed in amusement. “Yes, it still works.”
“Still got games for it?” I grinned over at him. “Can we play? Or will the shitty quality give us seizures or something? These are probably banned now, right?”
Seb laughed and got up to head over to the TV stand. He grabbed the console and pulled it over to the coffee table for some reason, and I realised the controllers were wired and plugged in.
I snorted a laugh. “This thing is gnarly.”
“It’s nostalgic.” He shot me a teasingly stern look and handed me one of the controllers. I laughed again as I looked down at it—an ugly, faded grey with boxy, worn-out buttons.
“I’m a PC gamer, so you’ll have to give me a chance to get used to this… whatever this is.” I held it up. “This is not what controllers look like anymore, dude. They’re all wireless now. You know that, right?”
“Yes, I’m aware,” he said dryly, pulling a stack of cartridges, actual cartridges, out from under the coffee table.
I cackled, sitting forward. “Can I pick?”
