The Billionaire’s Secret 🥀 | Part 13: Private Mornings at Blackwell Estate (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

I woke slowly in Sebastian’s massive bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, body pleasantly sore in all the right places. Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, soft and golden, painting the room in early morning warmth. I reached across the mattress instinctively, expecting to find him, but the other side was empty, cool. The faint scent of him lingered on the pillow, though, musky and familiar, enough to make my cock twitch against my thigh.

I sat up, rubbing sleep from my eyes. A black silk robe lay folded neatly at the foot of the bed, initials S.B. embroidered in subtle silver thread on the breast pocket. It looked deliberately placed, as though someone had anticipated I would wake and need something to wear. I slipped it on, the fabric cool and smooth against my bare skin. It was too big, sleeves falling past my wrists, hem brushing mid-thigh, but it smelled like Sebastian. I tied the belt loosely and padded to the balcony doors.

The view opened up below me: the sprawling garden, manicured lawns sloping down to the pool that overlooked the city skyline. Sebastian was already there, cutting through the water in strong, efficient laps.

I leaned against the railing, robe parting slightly at the chest, and watched for a minute. Water gleamed on his skin with every stroke, dark swim briefs clinging to his hips. He reached the far end, flipped cleanly, and started back. I stayed there long enough to feel the heat build low in my belly, then turned away.

I walked back into the bedroom, slipped on the pair of soft slippers waiting by the bed, and headed downstairs. The house was quiet, sunlight slanting through tall windows, warming the marble floors. I pushed through the glass doors at the back and stepped outside into the garden. The air was crisp, carrying the faint chlorine scent of the pool.

Sebastian slowed near the edge as I approached, forearms bracing on the stone, water streaming off his shoulders. He lifted his head, eyes finding mine, and a slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth.

“Good morning, handsome” he said, voice carrying easily across the water.

I smiled back, stopping near the pool’s edge. “Morning.”

He pushed off the wall again, gliding closer, then stopped right in front of me. Water dripped from his hair and lashes, tracing paths down his chest, over the defined ridges of his abs, disappearing into the black briefs that clung to him like a second skin. The fabric was soaked through, molded transparently in places, outlining the thick length of his cock, heavy and half-hard, the head pressing clearly against the material. His chest rose and fell, nipples tight from the cool air, every inch of him glistening in the morning light.

“You sleep okay?” he asked, forearms still braced, holding himself steady in the water.

“Yeah,” I said, voice a little rough. “Better than okay.”

He tilted his head, studying me. “You look good in my robe. But take it off and come inside.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “I’d rather sit here and watch.”

His smile sharpened. “Suit yourself.”

He pushed off again, turning into another lap, giving me the full view. I walked over to one of the cushioned lounge chairs near the pool’s edge, letting the robe fall open as I sat. The silk pooled around my hips, leaving my chest and thighs bare. I leaned back, legs spread slightly, and watched him swim.

Sebastian moved like he owned the water. Every stroke was powerful, deliberate, shoulders rolling, back flexing, ass tightening with each kick. Water beaded on his skin, catching the morning light, running in rivulets down the grooves of his abs, over the sharp V of his hips, soaking the black briefs until they were practically sheer. The fabric molded to his cock, the thick shaft outlined clearly, head pressing against the material, balls heavy beneath. He reached the far wall, flipped, and started back, eyes flicking up to meet mine on every pass.

I was hard now, cock standing stiff against my stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip. The robe had fallen completely open, exposing me to the cool air and his gaze whenever he surfaced.

A butler appeared quietly with a silver tray: fresh orange juice in a crystal glass, a small plate of sliced fruit. He set it on the table beside my chair without a word and disappeared.

I sipped the juice, sweet and cold, eyes never leaving Sebastian. He slowed near the edge again, forearms resting on the stone, water dripping from his hair and lashes.

“You’re enjoying yourself way too much,” he said, voice low and amused.

I set the glass down, spreading my legs a little wider. “Can’t complain. I’m enjoying the view way too much.”

Sebastian braced his forearms more firmly on the pool edge, lifting his upper body slightly out of the water. The motion made the black briefs cling even tighter, soaked fabric translucent and molded to him like a second skin. His cock lay thick and heavy beneath it, the head clearly defined against the material, shaft curving slightly to the left. Droplets ran down his thighs, tracing the hard lines of muscle, pooling on the stone beneath him. His chest rose and fell, abs contracting with each breath, nipples tight from the cool air. Water streamed from every inch of his exposed skin, catching the morning light as it slid over his shoulders, down the deep grooves of his torso, and disappeared into the waistband of the briefs.

He looked up at me with that impossibly sexy smile, eyes dark and knowing. “Like what you see?” he asked, voice carrying across the water.

I swallowed, cock twitching. “More than like.”A movement caught my eye from the garden path. A man in a navy blue suit and red tie walked toward us, briefcase in hand, looking sharp and composed even on a Saturday morning. He moved with purpose, polished shoes clicking on the stone.

Sebastian turned his head at the sound of footsteps. The man stopped a few feet from my chair, glanced at me briefly, then back to Sebastian.

“Hello Mr. Blackwell. Good morning. Sorry to barge in on a Saturday morning,” he said, eyes flicking to me again before returning to Sebastian.

Sebastian pushed off the wall and swam to the stairs, water parting around him. He climbed out slowly, water streaming off his body in rivulets. The black briefs clung obscenely, soaked and nearly transparent, outlining the thick length of his cock, the heavy curve of his balls, the defined head pressing against the fabric. Droplets raced down his thighs, following the cut lines of muscle, tracing over the V of his hips, dripping from the waistband in slow, glistening trails. His abs flexed with each breath, chest rising and falling. Water slid over his shoulders, down the ridges of his back, pooling at his feet on the warm stone.

The man in the suit stopped talking mid-sentence. His eyes locked on Sebastian, tracing the water’s path over bare skin, lingering on the soaked briefs, the obvious outline beneath. He blinked once, then looked away quickly, clearing his throat.

Sebastian reached the chair beside mine, picked up a thick white towel from the side table, and began drying himself off. He started with his chest, towel dragging slowly over his pecs, down the center line of his abs, then lower, pressing the fabric against the front of his briefs. The towel absorbed the water, but the material still clung, translucent and tight.

“Evan, this is Tyler Voss,” Sebastian said casually, toweling his arms now. “In-house counsel at Blackwell Industries. And my very dear friend.”

Tyler stepped forward, extending his hand. “Evan Hartley,” he said, as if he already knew. “Pleasure to meet you.”

I sat up a little straighter, the robe slipping open further. My stomach twisted at the casual way Tyler said my full name. How did he know? I took his hand, grip firm. “Pleasure’s mine, Mr. Voss.”

“Pleasure’s all mine, Evan. Mr. Blackwell’s been in a better mood lately. I’m guessing you’re part of that?”

I forced a smile. Sebastian smiled too, towel now draped over his shoulders, water still dripping from his hair.

Sebastian sat on the lounge chair next to mine, legs spread, wet briefs still clinging to every inch of him. “So, Tyler. How’s the progress with the case?”Tyler walked around to the other side of Sebastian’s chair and sat on the edge of the adjacent lounger, turning slightly toward him. They leaned in, voices dropping low.

“The settlement offer went out yesterday,” Tyler said quietly. “She’ll take it. It’s generous enough to make the numbers work without admitting anything. Handled quietly, like we discussed.”

Sebastian nodded once. “Good. Keep me posted if she pushes back.”

Their conversation stayed low, intimate, the way people talk when they have years of shared history. Tyler’s tone was calm, loyal, almost protective. He knew exactly what Sebastian needed without being told. The ease between them was unmistakable, the kind of closeness that comes from late nights, high-stakes decisions, and absolute trust.

I watched them, robe still open, cock still hard beneath my underwear, but the heat in my gut had shifted. Tyler knew Sebastian in ways I didn’t. The way he leaned in, the way Sebastian’s shoulders relaxed slightly around him. My dear friend. The words echoed, sharp and unfamiliar.

Tyler stood after about fifteen minutes, briefcase in hand. He glanced at me, smile warm but knowing. “Good to meet you, Evan. I haven’t seen Sebastian this sweet in a long time.” He winked, then turned to Sebastian. “I’ll update you Monday, Mr. Blackwell.”

Sebastian nodded. Tyler walked back toward the house, disappearing through the glass doors.

I turned to Sebastian. “Everything okay?”

He reached over, fingers brushing my thigh under the robe. “Yeah. The case I mentioned last night. Tyler’s handling it. Everything’s good.”

He leaned in and kissed me, slow and deep. I tasted the pool water on his lips, clean and cool, mixed with the faint salt of his skin. His hand slid higher, cupping the back of my neck, pulling me closer. When he pulled back, his eyes searched mine.

“You okay?” he asked quietly.

I nodded, forcing a small smile. But inside, questions churned. Tyler Voss. My dear friend. Sweet in a long time. They seemed too close. Too easy. Too familiar.

Was I being jealous? Why was I? It wasn’t like we had defined anything. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend. But the thought of someone else knowing him that well, someone who moved in his world so effortlessly, left a quiet ache in my chest.

Sebastian watched me for a moment, thumb brushing my jaw. “Come here,” he said softly, pulling me onto his lap. I straddled him, robe falling open completely, wet briefs pressing against my bare skin. He kissed me again, slower this time, hands sliding up my back, holding me close.

Whatever Tyler meant, whatever history they shared, right now Sebastian’s arms were around me. His mouth was on mine. His body was hard and warm beneath me.

That’s what mattered right now.

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