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“Ah, shit!” you hear Sebastian yell in the living room from your place in the fridge. You continue to scan the shelves looking for a beer that you were sure you had left until you spot it behind a carton of juice. Popping the cap off and tossing it onto the kitchen counter, you walk out into the living room to find him sitting at the center of the couch, frowning at the television. You take a sip of your beer as you settle in close to his left side, your knees practically digging into his hip.
“What’s wrong, baby?” you ask with little concern, knowing that he’s most likely just mad at the basketball game he’s watching.
Sebastian begins to explain to you that his team has been making the worst plays he’s ever seen, “It’s like no one out there knows what the hell they’re doing!” he shakes his head still not taking his eyes off the screen. He grabs your beer and takes a long sip, his brow still furrowed, eyes gleaming with frustration.
“I didn’t realize you had a side career as a basketball coach. You really can do everything.”
He gives you a look, and you smile back at him and look up at the tv screen, watching the game with a lot less interest and conviction than your boyfriend.
After a moment of silently watching the television and passing the bottle back and forth to take small sips, Sebastian picks up the remote and shuts the game off, “I can’t even watch anymore! I can’t!”
His arms are crossed now and that little dimple between his eyebrows is prominent while he stares angrily at the black tv screen. You take this as you cue to cheer him up, swinging your right leg over to his other hip so that you’re straddling his lap. He looks up at you with some confusion.
“Maybe there are other sports that we can watch.. or play ourselves.. that will leave us both happy with the results no matter what?” you try asking him in your ‘sexy’ voice, a hint of playfulness seeping through.
The confusion and anger from before fades from his face, replaced with a smirk, and he watches you bring the bottle back up to your mouth so that you can finish whatever was left of the beer you had just shared. You lock eyes with Sebastian as you gulp down the remaining liquid until you feel a cold drop on your chest. A bead of condensation from the bottle had just slipped, and Sebastian’s eyes drop down to it, following it as it slides down your chest.
He leans down to catch the drop with his tongue before it disappears behind the V of your shirt, and pulls your body closer to him, your knees pushing into the couch cushions behind him.
“I guess that’s a yes.”
You feel him smile between your breasts, his tongue lingering and tasting the salt of your skin. You bring your hand that is still loosely clutching the beer bottle down to rest on your thigh while the fingers of your other hand cards through his hair. His mouth shifts and he pushes your top out of his way with his chin, lips locking around your right nipple. Sebastian moves his hand from its place on your hip to your other breast, pulling and pinching you at the same pace as his mouth worked you.
He’s latched on now, rolling both nipples into a hard tip. All you can do is focus on the feeling of his warmth on your chest and try your best to keep your breathing steady. Sebastian pulls back and looks up at you, his mouth already pink and wet with his own saliva. You lean back quickly as well to place the bottle onto the coffee table.
You reach down and lazily pull your shirt off, exposing your whole chest to him while his hands are back down at your hips. Smiling, you lean down and kiss him slowly, enjoying the feeling of his tongue on yours and his thumbs rubbing circles into your sides.
Sebastian’s mouth moves from yours to your jawline, peppering you with kisses until he reaches your ear which he captures between his lips for a few seconds. Before you know it he’s moving again, this time down your neck, kissing and sucking your pulse as he travels down slowly. All the while your hands are at his neck toying with his collar and hair.
You are beginning to get overwhelmed with his closeness that you unconsciously start to grind slowly down onto his hips, yearning for some friction where you are aching the most. This catches him off guard, and he stops a moment, before sucking at the flesh at the base of your neck. A moan slips from your lips as you try your best to focus on everything your body is feeling.
Sebastian stops again to pull his shirt over his head, then pulls you close to him, skin to skin. He locks his lips to yours, one hand splayed across your back while the other slips past the edge of your pajama pants and panties, cupping your ass cheek. You continue to grind down on him, feeling him grow in his own pants, relishing in the fact that he’s hard right now and it’s all because of you.
Right hand remaining at his neck, your left moves down to grab at his chest. It’s covered lightly in hair but the skin underneath still feels smooth and you massage his pec before resting it there, your thumb rubbing back and forth over his nipple. He gives your ass a squeeze then, making you grind onto his hips harder than before, eliciting a moan from both of you.
It seems as though Sebastian has had enough of this slow pace you have going, as he shifts you so that you’re lying on your back on the couch, head close to the arm rest. He’s on his knees between your legs, moving your left leg so that it hangs off the couch and your foot rests on the floor. Kissing his way down your chest and stomach, he stops at your navel and looks up at you, his fingertips tracing the waistband of your pants. You give him a short nod and then he’s pulling your pajamas and underwear down together. He rids you completely of the clothing and then he’s right back at your core, hooking your right leg over his shoulder and pushing your left farther out to give him more room.
Sebastian doesn’t hesitate when he starts, licking a hot stripe from your entrance to your clit, using his fingers to hold you open so that he can see how ready you already are. He licks another stripe on you, this time locking his mouth around your nub, moving his tongue over and around it. You instinctively move both of your hands to his head, grabbing whatever hair you could, holding him at moments when it feels especially good. His mouth doesn’t seem to move from its spot while he slides his right middle finger up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness, teasing your hole, circling it still agonizingly slow for your liking. You let his name out in a breathless whisper, and then he is pushing in, just as slow but giving you some of the friction you desperately need.
He’s down to the knuckle at this point, and you clamp down and grind against his face and hand, wordlessly begging for more. He seems to understand and soon enough another finger joins the first, sliding in easily. Fingers pumping in and out at a steady pace, mouth continuing its movements on your clit, it’s not long until Sebastian has you moaning at the tension building up at the pit of your stomach. You can’t help but push back onto him, longing for your release that he has you tip toeing around.
Sebastian realizes this and decides to really stop teasing you, twisting and curling his fingers toward him, brushing his fingertips against your inner walls. You close your eyes and after just a few seconds, all of the tension that has coiled at your core is released and you’re blinded with white light. Your body spasms as his finger and mouth coax your orgasm from you. You milk the feeling as much as you can until you feel him move, and you open your eyes again to watch him kiss your thigh and suck his fingers into his mouth. He’s looking up at you with hooded eyes and you look back down at him and smile sloppily, still buzzing with the after glow.
He rests his head on your thigh and he smiles back. “This is my favorite sport.”
“Then why don’t we get started on round 2?”