Toppy bottom.
“Stroke yourself,” I ordered.
His slid one of his arms down from above his head and wrapped his fist around his weeping dick. The sight of his long, elegant fingers sliding across the ridge of his cock was too much. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and slammed into him again and again until I couldn’t hold back the orgasm that overtook me.
I leaned back just a little, not pulling out yet, as I watched his cock spurt across his stomach and pelvis.
Then I withdrew and plopped down beside him, both of us on our backs, panting.
“Is it hot in here?” he asked.
“Pretty hot.”
Sebastian nodded. “I’ll put on the air.”
But he didn’t move.
I wasn’t a guy for one-night stands or anything, especially with famous actors, so I wasn’t sure of the protocol. Should I get up and leave?
“I can turn it on for you on my way out, if you’d like.”
He turned his head in my direction. “Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry?”