Page 125 of Clean Finish

It was only a few seconds before the three dots appeared, telling me she was typing back. But before her reply even came through, I got a text from Nolan.

Congrats bro. Mom just told us. I want to meet him. Can he train me to work out??? I want to get swole before college.

Thanks brolan. Yea, maybe this weekend. And I know you’re not actually gonna get up for the gym so I won’t even bother to ask him, I’d just managed to reply when a text from my dad came through.

“Oh my god,” I groaned, but opened it.

My wonderful son, it fills me with so much joy to know that you have found someone you want to be with, and make bread with. I love you so much.

Damn it, now I was getting all choked up and Seb was about to reappear at any second. I quickly typed back, Thanks dad, I love you too, then hurriedly tapped onto the conversation with Mom when she finally replied. It wasn’t even a particularly long text. She was just a super slow typer.

Thank you for letting us know, sweetpea. Seb seems so lovely. He suits you. I’ve already felt just how deeply he cares for you.

I bit my lip, hovering my thumbs over the keyboard before typing back, I care about him too. A lot.

“Sorry. The cables were all tangled up.”

I hurriedly shifted upright as Seb reappeared, carrying the big flatscreen TV with ease. “Need a hand?”

“No, you stay there.” He grinned at me as he set it down on the dresser opposite the bed, then effortlessly tugged the heavy bit of furniture away from the wall to reach behind and plug in the cord.

My belly tightened. He was just all… big and strong and rugged. So hot.

“Pizza’s ordered,” I told him as he pushed the dresser back into place and grabbed the remote. “I was just texting my mom to let her know I’m staying here tonight. They all, um, really want to meet you.”

He chuckled as he slid back into bed. “I want to meet them too.”

“My dad will definitely hug you in the first five seconds. Just so you know.” I shuffled closer and snuggled into his side, threading our fingers together when he draped his arm over my shoulders.

This was so freaking nice. How could I have ever thought I didn’t want this? This was better than sex, in some ways. A different kind of intimacy. I wanted to live in Seb’s bed and never wear clothes again just so I could feel his bare skin pressed against mine whenever I wanted. Maybe I could convince Holt to let me do my assistant duties remotely. Fully embrace that WFH life.

“So, something sci-fi with a beefcake lead, right?” Seb asked teasingly, squeezing my hand. “Or do you want to watch another slasher?”

“No, you pick,” I said eagerly, wriggling even closer to drape my leg over his.

By the time he’d picked a movie and pressed play, I’d migrated all the way over to nestle between his thighs, my head on his shoulder and my wings pinned between us. I wasn’t even remotely self-conscious that my nub was all pressed up against his junk.

When the doorbell rang, I hurriedly got up and shifted into human form before pulling on my pants and one of his T-shirts so he wouldn’t have to move. The shirt was way too big for me, but he seemed to like me wearing it, because when I returned with our pizza and shucked my pants to get back into bed, he throatily asked me to leave it on.

After we’d eaten, with me once again leaning back against his chest between his thighs, I felt his big hands slip under the T-shirt to roam over my sides and stomach as we watched the movie. My cock started to perk up immediately, knees spreading wider to rest against his. Within minutes, he was jerking me off under the T-shirt while I writhed against him, my head tipped back onto his shoulder and my breaths escaping me in whimpering pants.

“Bet you can’t wait to sit on my dick while I do this,” he murmured in my ear, his free hand dipping down to finger the crease of my groin before cupping my balls. His claws lightly grazed my taint, making me gasp as my cock pulsed in his fist. “You want to take my knot, don’t you, Lark?”

I nodded desperately, my trembling lips clamped together and my fast exhalations shuddering out of my nose. “Mmm.”

“You know it would lock us together, don’t you?” He paused at the head of my dick and circled a fingertip over my banjo string, making me shudder. “You’ll be pinned on my cock while I come inside you.”

My hips snapped up, a cry leaving me as I started to come. Seb stroked the head of my dick in squeezing pulls, like he was milking it all out of me, his fingers tightening on my sac as one dipped down to brush my taint.

When I was shuddering with sensitivity, my body weak and trembling, he let go and slipped his hands free to soothingly rub my dick through the T-shirt. I moaned drowsily, turning my head to nuzzle his neck.

His big hand swept over my stomach to mop up the cum with the fabric, which made me snuffle a shaky laugh.

“That’s an efficient way to clean up.”

He huffed in amusement and tilted his chin down to give me a brief kiss. “Just don’t want you to move.”

“Well I’m gonna move anyway.” I scrambled around with a grin to kneel between his legs and reached down to grasp his hard cock, which had been rubbing against my lower back.