Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys Book 7)

by Alessandra Hazard

  “Stop, stop,” Sebastian croaked suddenly, pushing him off. “Don’t wanna come like that.” He pushed his briefs lower and kicked them off. “C’mere, get me lube from the drawer.”

  Vlad couldn’t remember getting his own underwear off, his vision tunneling on Sebastian as the other man prepped himself hurriedly, but at some point, he must have done it, because his cock was out and pushing inside Sebastian’s glistening hole. Sebastian’s lovely thighs squeezed around him, long legs hooked around Vlad’s waist.

  They both groaned, panting against each other’s mouths, bodies locked together. Fuck, if there was heaven, it must feel like this. Vlad didn’t want to ever pull out.

  Torn between wanting to grab Sebastian’s hips and just fuck him into the mattress, and taking it maddeningly slow to draw out the pleasure as long as he could, Vlad kissed Sebastian deeply. Sebastian dug his fingers into his shoulders, whining.

  Hint taken.

  Gritting his teeth, Vlad pulled out and slammed in. Sebastian moaned and arched under him. Vlad quickly found the rhythm that suited them best, a frenzied, hungry rhythm that lacked elegance, not that either of them cared.

  “S’good,” Sebastian gasped out, his eyes glassy and unseeing. He was a fucking vision like this, and Vlad propped himself up on an elbow to stare at him as he fucked him. He’d never felt so...obsessed with anyone he fucked. So enamored. So drunk on lust and want.

  For the first time he got why porn stars said all those ridiculous cheesy lines. “Tell me how much you love my cock,” Vlad said, his hips moving out of their own volition as his eyes fixated on the man under him.

  Sebastian let out a hoarse laugh. “Seriously?” he rasped out, his words turning into a long moan when Vlad nailed his sweet spot. Vlad remembered how good it had felt when a cock brushed against that spot inside him. If he hadn’t wanted to fuck his way into Sebastian so badly, he would have made Sebastian fuck him. Maybe later, after he sated the desire to pound into Sebastian, to own him and fuck him up—if he ever sated that desire.

  “Say it,” Vlad said, hissing at the perfect tightness around him as he hit Sebastian’s prostate again, and again, and again.

  “Love your cock,” Sebastian mumbled finally, his face flushed and eyes rolled into the back of his head. “Love it so much—so perfect—so good.”

  Fuck, he looked high, as if Vlad’s cock was truly the best thing he’d ever felt, as if he’d die if Vlad ever stopped.

  “Say you’re a slut for it,” Vlad said, thrusting harder and feeling drugged, reckless, and invincible.

  “I’m a slut for it,” Sebastian mumbled. “Slut for cock.”

  “For my cock,” Vlad bit out, barely holding back his orgasm.

  “Your cock,” Sebastian murmured, looking completely out of it. “Love it. Wanna have it inside me all the time.”

  Fucking hell.

  Vlad snapped his hips forward a few more times before slamming his cock full force into Sebastian and growling as he came, his world going black for a moment.

  Once he somewhat recovered, he found that he had Sebastian pinned beneath him. Sebastian was whining, grinding his erection against Vlad’s thigh. Before he could think twice, Vlad wrapped his hand around Sebastian’s cock. It took only a few firm strokes before Sebastian was coming, too, with a low-pitched moan.

  “We’re totally doing this again,” Sebastian said with a slightly mad smile.

  Vlad could only nod and press his face into Sebastian’s chest, breathing him in. The smell of sex and fresh sweat shouldn’t have been so pleasant. The voice in the back of his head whispered that this was sick and deviant, but he couldn’t bring himself to care when his whole body sang with satisfaction and pleasure.

  He knew he would care later.

  Just not now.

  Chapter 20

  Sebastian wiped his hands on the apron and looked at his creation. The cake wasn’t much to look at, but it smelled delicious and he was positive he had nailed the recipe his mother had sent him.

  Some people would probably think he was crazy, but baking was his favorite activity when he felt nervous. And he did feel a little anxious that evening, glancing at the clock every few minutes.

  He wasn’t sure Vlad would come. They had made no arrangements last night. Vlad had been long gone by the time Sebastian woke up this morning, and now Sebastian wasn’t sure what to expect. Was Vlad planning to come over every night? Was he coming back at all? Despite Vlad’s words, Sebastian half-expected Vlad to freak out and change his mind.

  It was ten in the evening already. Surely Vlad wouldn’t come.

  The doorbell rang.

  Right.

  “Don’t eat the cake,” Sebastian told the cat and went to open the door.

  Vlad stood on the other side.

  Sebastian wet his lips, taking Vlad in. He wasn’t used to seeing Vlad in anything other than black suits, black jeans and black undershirts. Now he was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a very soft-looking dark blue pullover that accentuated the width of his shoulders and the color of his blue, blue eyes—eyes that immediately fixated on Sebastian. It was so easy to get lost in those eyes, in that look. Like everyone, Sebastian liked being the center of someone’s universe, and Vlad could deliver that with a single glance. He loved this—being the focus of Vlad’s undivided attention.

  “Um, hi,” Sebastian said, realizing he’d been just staring at Vlad in silence.

  Vlad finally tore his gaze from his face to sweep it over his body. His lips twitched. “Nice outfit.”

  Sebastian flushed, remembering that he was wearing only an oversized black t-shirt and an apron with the words “The prettiest cook” on it.

  “It was Julia’s last year’s Christmas present,” he said defensively, taking the apron off. He regretted it immediately. Now he felt almost naked, self-conscious that his t-shirt did nothing to cover his bare legs. “I’ll go put on some jeans,” he said, pointing awkwardly toward his bedroom.

  Vlad glanced at his legs and looked away quickly. “Yeah, do that.”

  Relieved, Sebastian fled into his bedroom. After putting on a pair of jeans, he took a few breaths to calm himself, glanced at the mirror, groaned at the bird’s nest on his head and quickly tied his hair into a bun. A few dark locks escaped it, falling onto his neck, but Sebastian let them be, figuring he couldn’t hide in his bedroom any longer or Vlad might get the wrong impression: that he wanted to look good for him. Which he didn’t. Obviously. They were casual fuck-buddies.

  When Sebastian returned to the living room, he found Vlad looking around, taking in the interior with a keen eye.

  “It’s not much compared to Luke’s place,” Sebastian said, shifting from one foot to the other. “I’m no billionaire. As someone said, being professionally good-looking isn’t a very lucrative job for men.”

  “You’re not doing too badly,” Vlad said, glancing around.

  Sebastian shrugged. “I can’t complain. I’m paid better than most male models. But I have friends who are struggling and forced to take odd jobs.” He picked up his phone from the table and looked at it just to have something to do. Fuck, he didn’t remember his casual relationships ever being so awkward. For some reason, this felt different. He had never felt so off balance. It didn’t help that up until this point most of his sexual encounters with Vlad had started with a fight. He didn’t know how to behave in a situation like this. Should they go straight to the bedroom? Should he kiss Vlad? Or would it be too weird?

  “Is there...” Sebastian said before schooling his face into neutrality and setting his phone down. “Would you like a cup of tea?”

  “Yes, thank you.”

  Sebastian led Vlad into the kitchen, feeling Vlad’s heavy gaze on him and trying not to fidget too much. Maybe he should have just kissed him. He wanted to kiss him.

  “Have a seat,” Sebastian said, putting a kettle on.

  Vlad picked up Hermione and took a seat at the table. “She’s fatter,” he said, stroking
her belly with his strong, big fingers.

  Sebastian tried and failed not to get jealous of his cat. He kind of wanted to take his cat’s place on Vlad’s lap, put his hands under that soft pullover, and lick along Vlad’s square jaw before slipping his tongue into Vlad’s mouth.

  “Don’t call her fat,” he said belatedly. “She’s just a little overweight.”

  Vlad eyed Hermione speculatively. “Her nipples are enlarged, Sebastian.”

  “So? Why are you looking at her nipples anyway?”

  Vlad palpated Hermione’s belly and chuckled. “I take it back. She’s not fat. She’s pregnant.”

  Sebastian’s eyes widened. “What? No! She can’t be pregnant! She’s still a kitten!” Okay, maybe not a kitten, but she was still really young. Sebastian frowned. “She’s not like that. She doesn’t like boy cats.”

  Vlad looked like he wanted to laugh. “I hate to break it to you, but she clearly liked at least one boy cat. She’s very much pregnant. She’s going to have kittens in a few weeks, at most.”

  Sebastian sat down heavily. “A few weeks?” he said faintly. “Why didn’t I know that? How do you know that?”

  Vlad was smiling—a wide, open, amused smile that made Sebastian a little breathless, distracting him from the crisis at hand.

  “I grew up on a farm,” Vlad said. “We had plenty of cats and no vets. You learn to recognize these things.”

  “But…” Sebastian looked at Hermione. “Are you absolutely sure?”

  Vlad nodded. “You should have…” He paused, clearly searching for a word in English.

  “Spayed her?” Sebastian said, scrunching his nose up. “I know I probably should have, but I felt sorry for her and she was just a kitten.” He felt himself blush. “Stop looking at me that way. I feel like an idiot as it is. I thought she was just getting fat.”

  Vlad gave a laugh. “Really? I thought she was just a little overweight.”

  Sebastian glared at him but soon joined Vlad, laughing at himself.

  He stopped laughing when he noticed Vlad’s stare. “What?”

  Vlad said, “I like you.”

  Sebastian’s breath caught in his throat. “You like me?”

  “Yeah,” Vlad said, smirking. “You’re a little ridiculous, a little pretentious, but you’re all right.”

  Oh.

  Sebastian gave Vlad a small smile, feeling ridiculously flustered and annoyed with himself for that.

  “I guess you aren’t that bad, either,” he said, biting his thumb.

  Vlad’s blue eyes followed the gesture.

  Vlad set Hermione down on the floor and said, “Come here.”

  Sebastian’s heart jumped into his throat. Finally. He went, his knees a little weak.

  He straddled Vlad’s lap.

  Vlad put his hands on Sebastian’s lower back.

  They looked each other in the eye.

  Their uneven breathing was all Sebastian could hear.

  “So I guess you still want me,” he murmured.

  “Yes,” Vlad said and kissed him.

  Vlad fucked him right there, on the kitchen table, fast and hard and earth-shatteringly good. The cake was ruined, but Sebastian couldn’t bring himself to care as he came with his legs wrapped around Vlad’s back and Vlad’s tongue in his mouth.

  After that, they moved to the bedroom, where Vlad buried his face in the pillow as Sebastian fucked him from behind.

  Afterward, they lay next to each other in companionable silence, sated and spent.

  Sebastian didn’t remember falling asleep, but when he opened his eyes, he was alone.

  Vlad was gone.

  * * *

  It was far less awkward after that.

  Vlad came over every night. Most nights they said very little to each other, letting their bodies do the talking—too impatient and insatiable to talk.

  But sometimes they talked.

  Sometimes those conversations were fun and light-hearted.

  “Let me get this straight,” Vlad said one night as they lay beside each other after the first orgasm of the night. “You’re going to name your cat’s kittens Rose and Hugo. As in, the names of fictional kids of Hermione Granger, the fictional character you named your cat after.”

  “And what’s wrong with that?” Sebastian said, tucking his face under Vlad’s armpit and breathing in. It should have been gross, but for some reason, it wasn’t. He liked Vlad’s scent there. Loved it. “Personally, I think that’s a brilliant idea.”

  “Oh, nothing wrong with it,” Vlad deadpanned. “Except the kittens could be boys. It would be a little awkward to call a boy cat Rose, don’t you think?”

  Sebastian pouted and said haughtily, “I don’t believe in gender stereotypes. There’s nothing wrong with calling a boy Rose.”

  Vlad gave him an exasperated look. “You’re so fucking ridiculous.” Burying his fingers in Sebastian’s hair, he tilted his face up to kiss him. “So pretentious. Stop talking.”

  Sebastian grinned against his lips. “Maybe you should put something in my mouth?”

  “Maybe I will,” Vlad said. and did just that.

  But sometimes their conversations turned ugly, or rather, the mood turned dark and tense.

  Sebastian had always been pretty empathic, and it took all of his self-control not to say anything when he saw the hint of shame and self-loathing on Vlad’s face after sex. It was obvious Vlad hadn’t gotten over his homophobic views—not that Sebastian had expected him to: that kind of homophobia was ingrained too deeply in him to overcome it so easily, if ever. Some people could never overcome their upbringing.

  Sebastian had to constantly remind himself it was none of his business. They had agreed that their arrangement was strictly casual and he wouldn’t have to deal with Vlad’s shit. Keeping emotional distance was the sensible thing to do in this situation. Vlad had warned him himself that he couldn’t promise him anything. Vlad would end this thing the moment he fucked his obsession out of his system. Sebastian was grateful for Vlad’s honesty, really. He had already been burned once; he didn’t need another homophobic guy to fuck him up and stomp all over his heart if Sebastian let him in. He couldn’t get too invested in Vlad. It was just sex—really intense, addictive sex, but just sex nonetheless.

  That was why he bit his tongue and said nothing when Vlad went very quiet and tense after sex. That was why he said nothing when Vlad fucked him extra hard, his face stony and his blue eyes closed off. That was why he said nothing as Vlad trailed his fingers over Sebastian’s face and chest when he thought Sebastian was asleep. That was why he said nothing when Vlad whispered something in Russian, sounding angry and frustrated.

  Some things were better left unsaid.

  Chapter 21

  Luke was positive Vlad and Sebastian were having an illicit affair. The thought made him giggle—it reminded him of those trashy romance novels he used to read—but “illicit affair” was a perfect expression to define whatever was going on between Vlad and Sebastian. It wasn’t that there was something morally wrong with having a sexual relationship between two consenting adults, but Vlad certainly seemed to think so if his efforts to hide their affair from Luke were any indication.

  Vlad left Luke’s flat only at night, after Luke went to bed, and he was always back before Luke got up in the morning. Luke wouldn’t have even known about Vlad’s nightly absences if he hadn’t checked the security logs. It wasn’t hard to figure out where Vlad was going every night considering that lately Vlad looked either well fucked and relaxed or incredibly gloomy and tense.

  “You can talk to me, you know,” Luke said one day as they were having a quiet dinner. Vlad seemed distracted and tense, quieter than usual.

  Vlad lifted his gaze from his plate, a wrinkle appearing between his brows. “About what?”

  Luke eyed him thoughtfully before coming to the conclusion that Vlad wasn’t yet ready for this conversation. Vlad was clearly struggling with coming to terms with his sexuality and didn�
��t need to learn that Luke knew about his thing with Sebastian. If Vlad wasn’t comfortable with their relationship himself, he was unlikely to be comfortable with other people knowing about it.

  “About anything,” Luke said with a shrug. “You seem tense. Tenser than usual.”

  Vlad’s piercing, suspicious gaze nearly made him squirm in his seat.

  “I’m concerned for Roman,” Vlad said.

  Luke glared at his bodyguard. Vlad knew how worried he was for Roman. Using it to divert Luke’s attention was a dirty tactic—dirty but effective. Luke had been trying to keep his mind occupied with anything but Roman; he’d go crazy with worry otherwise.

  “Any news?” Luke said stiffly.

  Vlad shook his head. “Not after Anna’s call two days ago. They should still be somewhere up in the mountains. Charves is rumored to have a base there.”

  “There’s probably no signal where he’s at,” Luke said with more optimism than he felt.

  Vlad nodded curtly, his expression grim.

  Luke felt a twinge of guilt for his earlier thoughts. Maybe he was wrong and Vlad really was worried for Roman, too.

  “You are not used to this, are you?” Luke said. “You probably hate that instead of being out there you’re stuck bodyguarding me from a non-existent threat.” The last time Roman had contacted them he did say Charves was definitely in Peru and was unlikely to be a threat to Luke.

  Vlad shrugged. “It does feel strange. Anna is good, though. She’ll watch his back.” Despite his reassuring words, Vlad still seemed tense and distracted.

  Luke was certain there was something else bothering Vlad.