Page 34 of Clean Finish

Honestly, that did sound hot, but I still wasn’t sure. “Maybe…?”

“Or do you prefer the idea of being told what to do? Being overpowered? Maybe being held down?”

My dick bucked. Aggressively. I swallowed, breaths growing a little shallow as I stared at him across the room. “I think… that.”

Something flared in his eyes. As we fell silent again, my gaze wandered down his frame, over his biceps bulging beneath his suit, his wide chest and narrow waist, before I caught sight of a far more prominent bulge growing behind his fly.

My balls tightened. He was getting hard.

Did that mean he liked the thought of overpowering me? Telling me what to do? Shit, holding me down?

My breath shuddered out of me. Yes. That. I wanted that.

I found myself nodding almost desperately, and I needlessly answered the question again. “Yeah, I th-think… I think I want… that.”

“Alright.” His voice was deeper and raspier when he asked, “And do you imagine yourself fucking another person, or getting fucked?”

Oh my god. My dick started to leak, the tip sticking uncomfortably to my boxer briefs.

“I… I want to try both,” I said hoarsely, my gaze darting back down to what was now a full-blown erection in his slacks.

Holy dick, would Seb let me fuck him?

“We can do both,” he rasped, answering the unasked question for me. I had to clamp my hands on the edge of the desk to stop myself from reaching down and gripping my cock.

“It’s your turn.” His eyes looked even darker when my wide-eyed gaze snapped back up to his face. “Tell me what else you want to try.”

“I… I told you.” My voice was wobbly and a little breathless. “Everything.”

“Be specific, Larkin.” His deep, almost growly tone made a shiver race down my spine, my knees growing weak.

“I… I want to try sucking dick.” I was starting to pant, and he wasn’t even anywhere near me. “I want to suck your dick.”

His fingers tightened on his biceps, arms still crossed. His cock visibly jerked in his pants. “What else?”

“I want to… rim you.” I bit my lip, gazing at him uncertainly. “If you like that.”

“I’ll let you do it.” His voice was almost a purr. “Keep going.”

“I want to…” My gaze settled back on his erection, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away, my chest rising quickly with my shallow breaths. “I want to know what it feels like to get fucked.”

A tiny groan escaped him. His thighs tensed, like he’d been about to push himself up from his relaxed stance against the closed door. My belly clenched with a rush of nervous excitement.

“And I want to know what it feels like to fuck someone,” I breathed, feeling less nervous about voicing it all now, but still not sure how to say any of it in a particularly eloquent way. I wasn’t all that good at being eloquent. “I want to… to feel it around my dick.”

He let out a low, rumbling hum. “Feel what?”

I finally tore my gaze from his erection to look at him, my face feeling flushed and a little sweaty. “Feel your ass around my dick.”

“You want to fuck me?” he murmured, fingers twitching against his biceps.

I nodded desperately. “Y-yeah.”

“And do you want me to fuck you, Larkin?”

“Yes,” I croaked, finally giving in and clutching at my straining dick through my pants. “I want your dick inside me. And I w-want to see if I can take your knot.”

A hoarse groan tore from him. He did straighten from the door this time, making my pulse leap, but after a second, he let out a slow breath and leaned back again.