Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys Book 7)

by Alessandra Hazard

  Apparently he had. Miraculously, there were also a couple of condoms.

  Sebastian grabbed the bottle, opened it, and slicked up his fingers.

  Vlad’s hand caught his wrist in a vise-like grip. “You are not fucking me,” he said, accentuating every word, as if his cock wasn’t rock hard in Sebastian’s other hand.

  “Fine if you’re scared...”

  Predictably, Vlad bristled at the mere suggestion of being scared of anything. Sebastian would have rolled his eyes if his dick wasn’t hard to the point of being painful. God, he wanted to fuck. He needed it, wanted to stick his cock inside Vlad and fuck him into the mattress until the homophobic fucker begged him for his cock.

  “I’m not afraid of anything,” Vlad said. “Fine, whatever. But I’m not going to like it.”

  Was that a challenge?

  “We shall see.” Sebastian tugged Vlad’s boxers off, pushed his thighs apart and settled between them. He licked his lips, looking at Vlad’s chest—he wanted to kiss it, suck on those nipples, bite those pecs—but forced himself to go straight to prepping Vlad. He wanted to make Vlad beg for his cock and he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be easy.

  The truth was, not all gay men liked anal sex. Some found it uncomfortable, some found it too messy and too much work. Personally, Sebastian loved having cock inside him, and normally he didn’t pressure his partner if the other guy didn’t want to bottom for whatever reason. He was more than fine with bottoming. This was the first time he actually burned to fuck another man, make him fall apart on his cock. He wanted to see this proud, manly, homophobic and supposedly straight man turn into a slut for his cock. The mere thought of it made his cock ache.

  Judging by the bored look on Vlad’s face, he was determined to dislike it.

  Vlad’s expression didn’t change when Sebastian pushed a finger in. Stroking Vlad’s erection with his other hand, Sebastian pushed in another finger and started gently scissoring them. No outward reaction.

  Growing frustrated, Sebastian crooked his fingers—

  Vlad shuddered, his entire body tensing.

  “Good, yeah?” Sebastian smiled and repeated it, stroking Vlad’s prostate gently.

  Vlad glared at him, his jaw clenched tight. It was obvious he hated that he was enjoying this. Too bad. By the time Sebastian was done, Vlad would be a total slut for cock, whether he wanted it or not.

  Sebastian pushed a third finger inside Vlad’s hole and a moan slipped out of Vlad’s tightly pursed lips.

  “Still hate it?” Sebastian murmured, thrusting his fingers in and out.

  Vlad glowered at him, his cheekbones flushed, his cock rock hard and his pupils dilated. “Yes.”

  “Liar,” Sebastian said, massaging Vlad’s prostate.

  Vlad didn’t quite manage to swallow another moan and his hips started moving to meet Sebastian’s fingers.

  “Look at you,” Sebastian murmured hoarsely. “You’re gagging for it. Look how hard you are.”

  If looks could kill, the one Vlad gave him would have. “Just get on with it,” Vlad gritted out.

  Sebastian would have laughed if he weren’t so impatient himself. His fingers were shaking as he rolled on a condom and slicked his cock up.

  “Spread your thighs wider,” Sebastian said, lining himself up.

  They both watched his cock disappear slowly inside Vlad’s hole. Sebastian sucked a breath in as incredible tightness enveloped him.

  Vlad was panting, his eyes glazed over. “This feels unnatural,” he said through his teeth.

  Sebastian pulled out and thrust in, hitting Vlad’s prostate. Vlad sucked a breath in, arching under him.

  “You were saying?” Sebastian said, bracing himself over Vlad and smirking down at him as Vlad’s ass clenched around his cock.

  “Fuck you,” Vlad said, grabbing a fistful of Sebastian’s hair and pulling him down for a furious kiss. Sebastian kissed back, his hips moving, grinding into Vlad helplessly, wanting to fuck so badly he could barely think.

  They fucked, hard and fast. It wasn’t sex; it was a fuck, as primitive and base as it could get. Vlad was grunting under him, quiet moans slipping from his mouth when Sebastian’s cock nailed his prostate. For all Vlad’s protests, he was clearly loving this, loving being fucked. The noises he was making were bloody beautiful.

  “Still not a faggot?” Sebastian whispered, thrusting harder and deeper, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Topping was too much work; it was one of the reasons he preferred bottoming when he had sex with men. Well, that and he loved cock. “Admit it, Vlad. You’re loving this. You love being fucked. You pretend to be straight—but you’re actually”—Sebastian slammed into him—“a total cock slut.”

  Vlad moaned but stubbornly said nothing, even as his hips moved to meet Sebastian’s thrusts, powerful thighs enclosing Sebastian’s hips. God, he was so incredibly tight. Sebastian went still for a moment, reveling in the tightness around his cock and catching his breath.

  Vlad made an inpatient noise. “Move.”

  Sebastian stroked Vlad’s leaking cock lazily. “Gimme a moment. I’m tired.” It didn’t help that he could still feel the numerous bruises on his body.

  “Such a princess,” Vlad said before rolling them and straddling Sebastian’s thighs. He sank back onto Sebastian’s cock with a relieved moan. God, the sight of him... Sebastian watched, transfixed, as Vlad’s big, muscular body rode his cock, Vlad’s head thrown back in ecstasy, his mouth slack, Vlad’s hard cock looking delicious against his six-pack. Sebastian stared at that beautiful cock hungrily, wishing he could do two things at once: fuck Vlad’s ass and ride that thick cock.

  The thought made Sebastian arch and come so hard he cried out despite his efforts not to. Fuck, what if his parents had heard him?

  Vlad pulled off his softening cock, breathing heavily, his own cock still hard as rock. Before Sebastian could manage a word, Vlad grabbed another condom, rolled it onto his cock and started slicking it up.

  Oh. God, yes.

  Sebastian sighed when Vlad threw his legs over his shoulders, bending him practically in half, and pushed inside him slowly. The stretch was uncomfortable but not painful—he was used to bottoming and didn’t need much prep—and before long Vlad was slamming into him, using him like a boneless rag doll, his body heavy and perfect on top of him. There was something about this, about just being on his back and taking it, that turned him on like nothing else could. He stared at the ceiling, panting, as the bed creaked under them. God, his parents were just down the corridor while he was fucked within an inch of his life by his homophobic bodyguard. But instead of killing his arousal, it seemed to intensify it even more, making him feel deliciously naughty and wicked.

  By the time Vlad came, Sebastian was hard again. He whined when Vlad pulled his softening cock out.

  “Who’s the cock slut now?” Vlad growled with a faint smirk, rolling off him.

  Sebastian felt like hitting him. “I hate you,” he said with feeling.

  “Do you?” Vlad said, stretching out on his sleeping bag.

  “Asshole,” Sebastian said, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the vaguely dissatisfied, empty feeling in his ass. “For the record, I don’t have a crush on you.”

  Vlad said nothing. His silence seemed almost mocking.

  Sebastian breathed in and out, willing his arousal away. When he managed that, regret and shame came. He had promised himself not to let it happen again. He had promised. How could he be so weak?

  Sebastian turned to his side, his back to Vlad, and curled into a ball.

  Idiot. He was a bloody idiot.

  Chapter 15

  The drive to London was tense and silent. Sebastian turned up the radio while Vlad sat in the back seat, sunglasses hiding his expression. In his impeccable black suit, he seemed the definition of a perfect bodyguard. Except the perfect bodyguard wouldn’t fuck him and then spend hours in tense, charged silence. He and Vlad hadn’t exchanged a single word since they�
�d had sex last night. The morning was awkward enough with Sebastian’s parents blushing and avoiding looking at either of them. Julia had just sighed and shaken her head. The fact that she hadn’t made fun of him somehow made Sebastian feel worse—it meant his sister was genuinely worried.

  He was worried, too.

  Because even now, in broad daylight, his eyes kept lingering on the line of Vlad’s square jaw, which accentuated his full lips, and his mind kept conjuring up dirty thoughts like stopping the car, straddling Vlad’s lap and slowly unbuttoning that pristine suit. He imagined dragging his splayed fingers up and down that muscular chest, stroking the taut six-pack before moving his hand down and—

  Sebastian squirmed in the driver’s seat and adjusted his dick as subtly as he could.

  Stop being such a teenager, he told himself, frustrated with his horny, idiotic body. Having sex with Vlad seemed to have made the problem worse, not better.

  The sound of Vlad’s mobile phone going off broke the tension in the car.

  Sebastian glanced at the mirror. Vlad took his shades off and answered the call.

  “Yes,” Vlad said tersely, his gaze flicking up to meet Sebastian’s in the mirror. They both averted their eyes quickly.

  “Thanks,” Vlad said before hanging up.

  “That was my contact in the police,” Vlad volunteered, to Sebastian’s surprise. “One of the men that attacked you yesterday talked, and the police managed to stop another high-profile kidnapping last night. My contact says it shouldn’t be long before they catch the rest of them.”

  Oh.

  “So I can finally go home,” Sebastian said.

  “Not everyone in the cult has been caught yet,” Vlad said.

  “I know, but they’re less dangerous now that their numbers have dwindled,” Sebastian said. Bullies fed off each other’s hatred and anger and, more often than not, were too cowardly to act on their own.

  Vlad didn’t disagree, his expression impossible to read.

  Sebastian bit his lip as a new thought occurred to him. If—when—he moved back home, he wouldn’t have to put up with Vlad anymore. In fact, he was unlikely to see him again unless he went to see Luke.

  Instead of making him feel relieved, the thought was...a little strange. In such a short time he’d gotten used to Vlad’s constant presence, to the little thrill he got whenever he managed to rile Vlad up and—

  Sebastian shook his head with a grimace. The bigger the distance between them was, the better. Last night proved that he couldn’t trust himself where Vlad was concerned: couldn’t trust himself not to end up on his back under Vlad if Vlad decided that he wanted him. The thought was humiliating and infuriating.

  “I’m moving out as soon as the rest of them are caught,” Sebastian said.

  Vlad said nothing, his face giving nothing away. Looking at Vlad’s inscrutable expression now, it was hard to believe he’d been inside this man just last night.

  But it had happened. It had.

  Sebastian didn’t know what Vlad was thinking, but, given Vlad’s background and upbringing, it was probably safe to presume he was freaking out behind that unflappable façade.

  Sebastian felt a twinge of sympathy. He knew he was lucky to have such an understanding, supportive family. He couldn’t imagine growing up in an environment so hostile and abusive toward what he was.

  He could sympathize, but it didn’t mean he had to like the guy. Because he didn’t. He didn’t. Granted, after what he had learned about Vlad’s childhood, it was hard to keep hating him, but Sebastian still didn’t like him. And he definitely didn’t have a crush on him.

  The thought made Sebastian blush and scowl. The sooner he put some distance between them, the better it was for everyone involved. If Vlad was anything like Mike—and all the evidence suggested he was—he would repress the hell out of his homosexual feelings and pretend to be “normal” for the rest of his life.

  Sebastian’s phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting his thoughts.

  “Damn,” he muttered, looking at the busy street, and pulled the phone out clumsily. Putting it on speaker, he returned both hands to the steering wheel. He’d never been a very confident driver.

  “Hey, babe,” someone said with a strong Italian accent. Someone very familiar.

  Sebastian smiled. “Hi, Antonio.”

  He and Antonio Bonaventura had known each other for ages, having entered the modeling industry about the same time. Sebastian wouldn’t call them friends, but they were good acquaintances—and casual fuck-buddies whenever they were in the same town.

  Sebastian smiled a little as he listened to Antonio’s melodic voice talking about everything and nothing. Antonio was a bit of a gossip, but a harmless one.

  “I’m coming to London next week,” Antonio said at last. “I was negotiating with Armani, but DuVal made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Can I crash at your place? You know I hate hotels. And it’ll give us a chance to catch up.” The leer in Antonio’s voice was unmistakable. “I missed you, beautiful.”

  Sebastian snorted, but before he could say anything, he felt a warm breath against his ear.

  “Tell him no,” Vlad said, meeting Sebastian’s eyes in the mirror.

  What?

  “Tell him no,” Vlad repeated, harder, putting a hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, his fingers brushing his bare throat.

  Sebastian swallowed. What the hell was Vlad playing at?

  “I’m sorry, Tony, but I likely won’t be staying at my place next week,” he said. It was true. He wasn’t saying no because of Vlad or anything.

  “Oh, well,” Antonio said. “We can still hang out, yeah? I’ve missed your beautiful face.”

  “Sure,” Sebastian said, ignoring the painful grip on his shoulder. Fuck Vlad. “Text me anytime.”

  “Okay, babe, I will. Ciao!”

  The line disconnected.

  Vlad let go of his shoulder and leaned back in the seat.

  “What the fuck was that?” Sebastian hissed.

  “It’s pretty reckless to be seen with another gay model when all of the members of the cult haven’t been caught yet.”

  Vlad sounded so calm and reasonable, as if Sebastian was the one being unreasonable.

  Sebastian pursed his lips. “But Antonio and I don’t have to go out to have fun,” he said with a smile. “He has a nice cock.”

  He frowned as soon as he said that. The latter part had been completely unnecessary. Was he really trying to provoke Vlad? What was he hoping to achieve? To make Vlad jealous?

  Shit, maybe Vlad was right: he really was behaving like a little boy with a crush. Christ, Sebastian couldn’t remember the last time he’d acted so ridiculously because of a man. No, he did remember: he’d been as stupid with Mike.

  The realization made his stomach clench with anxiety. Maybe he really should call Antonio and hook up with him. He needed to fuck all this stupidity out of his system.

  “You call yourself bi, but all you talk about is cock,” Vlad said, looking out the side window. “I’m surprised you managed to get it up for Nina.”

  “I am bi,” Sebastian said, a little bemused that Vlad was talking so casually about his ex-girlfriend. “Like, I know a bloke who is just like me—mostly into men and only sometimes into women—but he identifies as gay while I identify as bi. Neither of us is wrong.” Sebastian sighed. “Sure, some people would say that I’m just not brave enough to call myself gay, but that’s bollocks. Yeah, I do prefer men, like, eighty percent of the time, but sometimes I can be genuinely attracted to a woman too, so…” He shrugged. “Bisexuality is far too complex to be a fifty-fifty split. It’s actually pretty rare when a bisexual likes men and women exactly the same. Anyway, it’s not anyone’s business how people choose to identify themselves. The important thing is to be honest with oneself.”

  “Was that a dig at me?” Vlad said.

  “If the shoe fits,” Sebastian murmured.

  Silence fell between them for a long while.
/>   “Don’t fuck the Italian,” Vlad said suddenly.

  Sebastian glanced at him in the mirror. Vlad was still looking out the window, his body fraught with so much tension it was almost tangible.

  Could he really be jealous?

  It was concerning how much the mere thought pleased him.

  “Why not?” Sebastian said.

  Vlad pressed his lips together.

  A car horn broke the tension and Sebastian snapped his gaze back to the road, narrowly avoiding a crash. “Thanks for your honest answer,” Sebastian said sarcastically, starting to get pissed off by Vlad’s strange attitude.

  Vlad remained silent.

  Whatever. It didn’t matter. Sebastian wasn’t touching that. If Vlad was trying to convince himself that he was straight, Sebastian wasn’t going to tell him otherwise. He was done getting involved with men who were so deep in denial they were practically drowning in it. Soon he would move out of Luke’s flat and would likely never see Vlad again, which was…good. It was good.

  He couldn’t wait.

  Chapter 16

  The pretentious little shit was ignoring him, had been ignoring him since they returned to London.

  It was perfect, actually, since Vlad had decided to ignore Sebastian, too. The less he talked to the guy, the better. Well, at least that was the theory.

  In practice, he didn’t fucking like being ignored by Sebastian.

  He was going mad. That was the only explanation.

  Vlad bored his eyes at the source of all his frustration.

  Sebastian was stretched out on the couch with a thick book in his hands. Unlike Vlad, he seemed completely relaxed and engrossed in his book. He hadn’t looked at Vlad once, hadn’t spoken a word to him since their return. It pissed Vlad off, because—because he was supposed to be the one doing the ignoring. Sebastian was supposed to be the frustrated one, not him.

  Vlad grimaced, catching himself on that childish, irrational train of thought.