It was all too much. His body hot and shivering with chills, pleasure building in his cock and in his head, and the sounds of the metal bed creaking and the wet slurp of Sebastian’s mouth.

Sebastian groaning, enjoying it.

“Jesus… Sebastian.”

Sebastian’s hands found Rory’s ass, and parted his cheeks. Rory moaned at the sensation of being exposed, spread open, and when the length of a finger slipped down his crack, then tapped firmly at his entrance, he couldn’t hold back. He balled his hands in the mattress, and bit into the sheet as he came.

Sebastian pulled back and laughed. “You feeling less mad and horny now?”

Rory grunted, incapable of speech.

“You have a very pretty cock.” Sebastian murmured, kissing Rory’s stomach.

“Yours is huge.”

Sebastian hummed. “Yeah, wait till you feel it pressing against your prostate.”

Rory groaned, and flexed his hips. Sebastian slapped his ass, and he yelped.

“Not tonight.”

“What?”

“Not tonight… I’m gonna make you wait.”

“What? Why?” Rory panted.

“You know why…”

Rory looked down and lifted his eyebrow. Sebastian couldn’t see him, but seemed to understand his silence.

“I love teasing you.” He lay down, sighed, then pulled the sheet over himself. “Night, Rory.”

He climbed onto his bed, still heaving for breath. “Night, Sebastian.”

Chapter Fourteen

Rory couldn’t pull his gaze off the table. Hamish craned his neck forward, demanding Rory’s attention, but he couldn’t look up.

“You must know something about Sebastian?”

Rory knew the sound of his grunts, and groans when he was close to coming. He knew the taste of him, and the smell of him, and that he loved plunging deep into Rory’s mouth, and clutching his hair when he finally unloaded.

“I haven’t heard him on the phone again…”

“Have you seen it?”

Rory’s mind went to Sebastian’s cock, and he shivered. He’s seen it, he’d touched it, he’d sucked it.

“Rory!”

“What?”

“The phone?” Morris snapped. She banged her fist on the table, and he glanced up. Both she and Hamish were leaning forward, trying to get his focus.

“I’ve seen it and it was clean, nothing on it.”

“Damn,” she said turning away.

“What about this gang inside?” Hamish asked.

“It’s getting bigger, but Sebastian said not to worry, it’s all talk, and no action.”

“Worry?” Morris asked. “Why would you worry?”

“I told him I don’t want him to get hurt.”

Hamish bobbed his head. “Good move, act like you care, and he’ll open up to you.”

Another shiver ran down Rory’s spine. Sebastian loved opening him up, sticking his fingers inside. Never deep enough, never the right angle, but the tease of it always finished him off in Sebastian’s hand or mouth. He wanted Sebastian to fuck him, and Sebastian knew it.

Rory shook his head to fling the thoughts away. “What’s happening on the outside?”