Just a Bit Wicked (Straight Guys, #7)

by Alessandra Hazard

“Everyone is entitled to their opinion,” Vlad said. “We live in a democratic world.” “Sure,” Sebastian said amiably. “But sometimes your opinions can do actual damage. Have you ever stopped to think how many people you made feel shitty about themselves just for being born that way? How many people you made feel worthless?”

Words can have a lot of power and do a lot of damage.”

Their lips collided in a wet, messy, awful kiss. It was truly awful, because Sebastian hated, hated, hated this man, absolutely despised him, but he wanted his mouth, his tongue in his own mouth, couldn’t help but suck on it and make inhuman noises, yanking Vlad closer, on top of him, blunt nails raking over Vlad’s back, digging and tugging.

Sebastian lifted his fist, clenching and unclenching it. “I swear to God, I’ve never been so tempted to become violent until I met you.” Vlad snorted. “Sorry, buddy. I’m a poor choice to become violent with.”

Vlad looked down at Sebastian’s parted lips. The stylist had put something on them and they looked even redder than usual, a stark contrast to Sebastian’s pale skin. Sebastian moistened them with the tip of his tongue. “Let go,” he said again, his bottom lip trembling. Vlad had to taste it. He needed to. The force of that need was beyond anything he’d ever felt—he was fucking shaking with it—and he was helpless to stop himself as he surged forward to suck on that luscious lip.

“You’re so beautiful,” he heard himself mutter, kissing those lips again and again. He sounded drunk. He felt drunk.

They stared at each other, both out of breath and flushed. “What the hell are you playing at?” Sebastian all but hissed, looking beyond furious. “What happened to ‘I’m not a faggot’?” He shook his head. “You know what? Don’t answer that—it doesn’t matter, I don’t care. I’m not dealing with that bullshit again. I’m done being fucked over by ‘straight’ assholes who can’t keep their cocks out of my mouth. Go find some poor woman to fuck and be miserable with—and keep your bloody hands off me.” Huffing, Sebastian strode away, quickly disappearing around the corner.

Sebastian couldn’t remember the last time he wanted something so badly his body shook with it. He was nearly crying with the desire to have, to take, to fuck.

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 made his cock ache.

“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.

He was drawn to this man like a bee to honey.

Just a kiss, he told himself dazedly, staring at Sebastian’s mouth. Just one. He pressed his lips against Sebastian’s, swallowing the moan threatening to leave his lips. He licked into Sebastian’s mouth, cradling his face in his hands. Sebastian was wonderfully responsive, his lips and tongue just as hungry, his arms locking around Vlad’s neck, pulling him closer. Small moans filled the air as they kissed—his or Sebastian’s, Vlad had no idea. Fuck, this felt almost painfully good.

He could no longer deny he had liked watching Sebastian, liked looking at him, as if Sebastian was a beautiful piece of art.

“I came here because I couldn’t fucking stay away,” Vlad said, fingers stroking Sebastian’s throat.

“I want you. I want to put my cock in you and keep putting it in you until I get sick of it, until I’m cured of this—this obsession with you. But I don’t want to be an asshole. I want to make sure you understand that I’m not—that this isn’t more than that.” He looked Sebastian in the eye. “Kick me out now if you aren’t okay with it.”

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.

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.”

When Vlad kissed him, he felt worshiped. When Vlad touched him, he melted into the touch, wanting more, more, and more, until their bodies were inside each other. When Vlad stared at him, he felt beautiful and interesting. The latter was particularly intoxicating.

He was beautiful. A man shouldn’t be so damn beautiful. “You,” Vlad said hoarsely, pulling him down to his mouth.

Vlad sucked on his bottom lip, his hands holding Sebastian’s hips in a bruising grip. “Throw me out,” he croaked, kissing the corner of Sebastian’s mouth. “Please, throw me out.”

Their gazes met and held for a moment that felt like eternity. I could have loved you.

In another life, they could have been something together. Something good and strong and bright. Something that didn’t hurt. Maybe in another life, Vlad wouldn’t have been raised to hate what he was. Maybe in that life Sebastian wouldn’t be afraid of love and would allow himself to trust and love again. In another life. But not this one.

He wanted to be Vlad’s—he, who had always rolled his eyes at possessive behavior and macho bullshit.

Vlad cursed in a Russian before suddenly grabbing a fistful of Sebastian’s hair and kissing his mouth, hard and greedy. He pulled back even faster, swearing under his breath and shoving his trembling hands into his pockets.

“So how much did you win?” he said, smiling at Vlad and feeling ridiculously giddy. Vlad stared at him. “More than I thought,” he said, wrapping an arm around him again.

Nuzzling into his cheek, Vlad dragged his mouth along Sebastian’s jaw and sighed. “I’m sorry,” he said hoarsely. “I can’t be your friend. I don’t want to be your friend. I want more.”

He put a hand on Vlad’s scruffy cheek and felt the tightness in his throat ease when Vlad leaned into the touch. Licking his lips, Sebastian took a leap of faith. “Then be more,” he whispered with a smile. Vlad’s blue eyes smiled.

“You love it,” he said, smirking. “You secretly love everything about me, despite all your grumpy bitchiness.” “I’m not grumpy,” Vlad said grumpily. Sebastian lifted a hand and patted him on the cheek. “It’s okay. You can be grumpy. I can smile for both of us.” Vlad kissed him.

“I love you,” he said haltingly. Those three little words had been on the tip of his tongue so many times lately, but Vlad’s hang-ups had always prevented him from saying them. “I love you,” he said firmer when Sebastian’s eyes widened. “I’m in love with you.”