MasukSEBASTIAN'S POV It was already dark outside by the time we entered St Jose Town. The streets glowed under rows of streetlights while cars moved slowly through the evening traffic. Some shops were still open, their bright signs lighting up the sidewalks, while groups of people walked around laughing and talking. We were finally home. The music that was still playing softly through the car suddenly did not distract me anymore. Reality was slowly starting to settle in again, and with every minute that passed, my nerves got worse. I glanced at Zaire from the corner of my eye. He had one hand rested lazily on the steering wheel while the other tapped lightly against his thigh to the beat of the song playing. He looked relaxed. Completely normal. Meanwhile, I felt like I was going to throw up. "You good?" he asked suddenly, catching me staring. I quickly looked away. "Yeah." "You been quiet for a while now." "I'm just tired." "Hm." He stared at me suspiciously for a second befo
SEBASTIAN’S POV “So you guys hooked up?” Maggie asked after I told her what happened after I stormed away from the party last night. “Yeah.” I nodded and leaned back in the booth. “We made out and I gave him head.” Maggie looked at me for a few seconds before sighing. “Seb, I know you love Zaire, but—” “But what?” “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? At least then you’ll know where you stand with him. You can’t keep hurting yourself over this secret pining. Enough is enough.” It sounded simple when she said it like that. But nothing about this was simple. “I didn’t like how he treated you last night,” she continued. “He's busy leading you and entertaining other girls right in front of you.” “He didn’t lead me on, Maggie. He never promised me anything.” “I don't care. He's making out with you and letting you suck his cock. Isn't that leading someone on?” “He’s straight—” “Oh, spare me that crap.” She rolled her eyes. “Even you know that’s not true. Straig
ZAIRE’S POV My back arched, a loud moan passing through my lips as I felt Sebastian very deep inside of me. His strokes were deep, hard, and fast, making my eyes roll at the back of my head as immense pleasure consumed every inch of my body. "Oh, fuck Seb." I cried out in pleasure, desperately thrusting myself back into him. I was in all fours, my stomach basically flat against the bed, my butt poked out whilst my legs were spread perfectly for him as his hands grabbed my waist and took me rawly from behind For all the time I had sex in my life, nobody had ever made me feel the way Sebastian was making me feel. The sex was explosive, so raw and intense like nothing I had ever felt before. My body was reacting to him in a way it never did for any man. Yeah well, maybe because I had never got fucked by a man before. Until now. "Fuck." Sebastian grunted deeply, his body leaning down to cover mine as he loosely hooked his arm around my neck, his movements on me never waverin
ZAIRE'S POV Sebastian kneeled down between my legs, his hands unbuckling my belt while staring right at me. I licked my lips, heat pooling at the pit of my stomach at the intensity of his gaze. I was nervous and trembling with anticipation of what was going to happen next. I lifted myself up slightly from the couch as Sebastian pulled off my jeans along with my briefs. My cock sprung out—hard and heavy, glistening with the evidence of how aroused I truly was. I had never felt so turned on in my life. A choked sound escaped my throat as Sebastian wrapped a firm hand around my shaft. He started stroking me slowly, his touch sending delicious shivers all over my body. I bit down my lip, my breath coming out heavy and ragged. I hissed, my fingers curling into the couch cushions as he leaned in and swiped his long tongue across my reddened head. He then licked my length a few more time before he finally put it in his warm mouth. I closed my eyes shut, inhaling deeply through my nos
ZAIRE’S POV Sebastian was stepping out of the bathroom when I walked into the room, drying his hair with a towel. He was shirtless, wearing only a pair of sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips. I shoved my hands into my pockets and quickly looked away, trying not to stare. I leaned against the doorframe, but my heart was beating way too fast for me to feel relaxed. Sebastian didn’t look at me. Not even once. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket from the bed and walked straight past me, and headed for the couch like I wasn’t even there. The smell of his body wash lingered in the air, making it even harder to focus. “So…” I started, turning to face him. “We’re not going to talk, is that it?” He didn't respond. He just sat down on the couch, laid back, and pulled the blanket over himself. Then he turned his back to me like the conversation was already over. I frowned and pushed myself off the doorframe. “Come on yo,” I said, walking over to him. “We really gonna do this?”
SEBASTIAN'S POV For the first time in my life, I wasn't enjoying a football game. And it had nothing to do with the game itself. It was what I was being forced to sit through the whole damn time. Naomi was all over Zaire, and he didn't seem to mind at all. She sat pressed up against him on the bleachers like there was no empty space anywhere else. Every few minutes she leaned in close to say something in his ear, laughing at whatever he said. Her hand kept finding his arm, his shoulder, his hair, his chest, and Zaire let her. Worse-he looked comfortable. Was this how he acted with girls he liked? Easy. Relaxed. Smiling all the damn time. I felt sick. I felt heartbroken. And I could hear that little voice at the back of my mind that I have been trying to ignore the entire time I have been in love with this boy, reminding me once again of the one thing I feared the most: Zaire could never love me back. He was into girls. He loved soft, curvy body and tits. And me? I was a to







