The Billionaire’s Secret 🥀 | Part 17: Penthouse Possession (Patreon)

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

Sebastian’s mouth was on mine after he finally told me about Tyler Voss. The kiss was slow at first, almost careful, his lips brushing mine like he was tasting the moment itself. Then it deepened, his tongue sliding against mine, one hand cupping the back of my neck while the other stayed firm on my ass, holding me flush against him. The city lights glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, forty-two million dollars worth of view stretching out behind me, but all I could feel was the heat of his body, the press of his cock already thickening through his slacks.

He broke the kiss just long enough to speak against my lips. “You were jealous.”

I laughed softly, breathless. “A little.”

His thumb stroked the curve of my ass. “I like it. Makes me want to remind you who this belongs to.”

He kissed me again, harder this time, walking me backward until my back hit the cool glass. The city lights reflected in the window, turning our silhouettes into something almost unreal. His hands moved to my shirt, unbuttoning it with deliberate slowness, fingertips grazing my skin with every button released. When the shirt hung open he pushed it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the marble floor. His palms slid over my chest, thumbs circling my nipples until they tightened.

“Still thinking about Tyler?” he asked quietly, voice low and rough.

I shook my head. “Not right now.”

“Good.” He kissed down my throat, teeth grazing lightly. “Because right now, it’s just us. And this place. And you.”“On your knees”, he commanded.I immediately obeyed him and got down to my knees in front of him.

He stepped back, eyes dark and hungry, and began undressing himself. Jacket first, folded neatly over the back of a chair. Shirt next, buttons opened one by one, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the defined ridges of his abs. He let the shirt drop, then unbuckled his belt, the metal clinking softly in the quiet room. Trousers slid down his thighs, pooling at his ankles. He stepped out of them, kicking them aside.

He stood there in nothing but black Versace briefs, the fabric hugging his hips, the black-golden strap across the waistband catching the low light. His cock strained against the material, thick and heavy, the head outlined clearly. He looked like sin wrapped in luxury.

I reached for him instinctively, wanting to touch, to feel the heat of him under my palms. Sebastian caught my wrists gently but firmly, guiding my hands behind my back.

“No,” he said, voice soft but commanding. “Hands behind your back.”

I obeyed, fingers lacing together at the small of my back. The position pushed my chest forward, made me feel exposed, vulnerable in the best way. Sebastian stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his skin.

“Earn it,” he murmured.

He walked forward until his bulge brushed my cheek. The fabric was warm, soft, stretched tight over his hardness. I turned my head slightly, lips parting, wanting to taste him through the material. A bead of saliva gathered at the corner of my mouth and dripped down, soaking the black fabric. Sebastian groaned low in his throat.

“Oh boy,” he said, voice thick. “You are eager, aren’t you?”

I nodded, looking up at him, waiting. My cock throbbed painfully against my slacks, pre-cum already dampening the front.

Sebastian hooked his thumbs into the waistband and slowly pushed the underwear down. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, curving slightly upward, the head glistening. He wrapped his hand around the base and tapped the head against my lips once, twice, leaving a slick trail.

“This cock only belongs to you now,” he said quietly, voice rough with possession. “No one else gets it like this.”

I smiled up at him, teasing. “Prove it.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened. “Open your mouth and I will.”

I parted my lips. He slid in slowly, letting me feel every inch, every vein, until the head nudged the back of my throat. I relaxed, breathing through my nose, taking him deeper. His hand slid into my hair, fingers threading through the strands, guiding but not forcing.

“Yeah,” he rasped. “There you go. Open up. Nice and wide, Hartley.”

I moaned around him, the vibration making him groan. He rocked his hips slowly, shallow thrusts at first, letting me adjust to the thickness, the heat. Saliva gathered at the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin. I kept my hands clasped behind my back, the restraint making every sensation sharper.

“Fuck,” he breathed. “Look at you. You really love this cock, don’t you boy?”I nodded while I took him in.

He thrust a little deeper, a little faster, the head sliding past my gag reflex. I swallowed around him, working my tongue along the underside, stroking the base with my tongue when he pulled back. His breathing grew ragged, hips rocking in steady rhythm.

“Good boy,” he murmured. “Just like that. Keep those hands behind your back. Let me fuck your mouth.”

I did. I let him set the pace, let him use my throat, let him claim me with every thrust. The city lights glittered behind us, reflecting in the glass, turning our silhouettes into something almost unreal. My reflection stared back at me: on my knees, mouth stretched around Sebastian’s cock, hands obediently clasped behind my back, eyes half-lidded with want. The sight made me moan louder, the sound muffled around him.

Sebastian’s thrusts grew shallower, more erratic. His fingers tightened in my hair. “Close,” he warned, voice strained. “Fuck fuck, wait”

He pulled out slowly, thumb brushing my lips. He looked down at me, eyes dark with satisfaction.

“Patience, Evan,” he said quietly.

He reached down, pulled me to my feet, and kissed me deeply, tasting the reminiscent of his pre-cum on my tongue. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close against his chest.

“Not done yet,” he murmured against my mouth.

He led me toward the master suite, the open layout flowing seamlessly, no partitions between the bedroom and the bathroom. The massive bed faced the windows, the skyline stretching out like a private show. Sebastian glanced at it, then back at me, a wicked smile curving his mouth.

“Want to break in the bed?”

I laughed softly. “It’s not even yours yet.”

Sebastian’s smile turned cocky. “It will be.”I stepped towards the bedroom window, fingers working the button on my slacks. I pushed them down slowly, letting them pool at my ankles, then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my underwear and slid them off too. Naked now, I walked toward the windows. The skyline stretched in front of me, a private show of glittering lights and endless night. I stopped and took in the view, my hands resting on the cool glass.

“Fuck,” I said quietly. “Living here would be a dream. Waking up to this view every morning.”

Sebastian stood near the bed, naked and unhurried, cock still thick and heavy between his legs. He watched me with that dark, possessive gaze.

“Well,” he said, voice low and amused, “waking up to this view would be even better.”

I glanced over my shoulder. He was staring at my ass, eyes hungry.

He crossed the room in a few strides, coming up behind me. His body pressed against mine, chest to my back, cock nestling hot and hard between my cheeks. His arms slid around my waist, one hand splaying over my stomach, the other drifting lower to wrap around my hard cock. He stroked me slowly while his hips rocked forward, the head of his cock nudging against my hole.

I exhaled sharply. “Sebastian…”

He kissed the side of my neck. “Shh. Just feel it.”

He pressed in slowly, no preparation, just the heat from earlier and the natural give of my body still loose from before. The stretch burned sweet, his thickness filling me with every inch until he was buried deep. I braced my hands on the glass, forehead resting against the cool surface, breath fogging the window.

Sebastian groaned against my ear. “Fucking you here feels unreal.”

He started thrusting his cock, deep and sensual at first, long slow thrusts that dragged over every sensitive spot inside me. His hand on my cock matched the rhythm, stroking in time with his hips. The other slid up to my throat, fingers wrapping lightly, holding possessively.

“You’re the only one who makes me feel this way,” he whispered, voice rough. “No one else. Just you.”

I moaned, hips rocking back to meet him. The city lights blurred with every thrust, the reflection in the glass showing our bodies locked together, my palms pressed to the window, his arm around my waist, his cock disappearing inside me again and again. I felt on top of the world, literally and figuratively, forty-two million dollars of skyline beneath us while Sebastian fucked me like I was the only thing that mattered.

He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. I turned, confused, but he was already walking back to the bed. He lay down on his back, legs spread, cock standing hard and glistening.

“Come here,” he said.

I climbed onto the bed, straddling him. He guided himself to my entrance, hands on my hips as I sank down slowly. The stretch was different this time, deeper, fuller. I bottomed out with a groan, palms flat on his chest.

Sebastian gripped my hips tighter. “Ride me.”

I did. I rolled my hips, lifting and sinking, setting a slow rhythm at first. Sebastian watched me, eyes dark, hands roaming my thighs, my ass, my back. He thrust up to meet me, matching my pace, then faster, harder, pounding into me from below. The bed creaked under us, the city lights flashing across our skin with every movement.

I leaned forward, bracing my hands on his chest, riding him faster. Sebastian’s hands slid to my ass, spreading me wider, thrusting deeper. His breathing grew ragged, groans low and rough.

“Fuck, Evan… I can really get used to this”

I moaned, head falling back. The angle hit that spot inside me perfectly, over and over. My cock leaked steadily onto his abs, dripping and hot.

Sebastian’s hand wrapped around my cock, stroking fast. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”

I shattered, cock pulsing in his fist, cum spilling across his abs in thick ropes. Sebastian thrust up hard, once, twice, then buried himself deep with a guttural groan, unloading inside me, hot and thick. He shuddered beneath me, hips jerking through the aftershocks.

I collapsed forward onto his chest, both of us breathing hard. Sebastian wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.

I felt his cum starting to leak out, warm between us. I laughed softly. “We better not get the sheets dirty.”

Sebastian chuckled, low and warm, and wrapped his legs around mine, locking me on top of him. “You can sleep on top of me so your ass doesn’t leak any cum onto the bedsheets.”

I smiled against his chest. “So is that your solution?”

He chuckled, biting my neck, then looked up at me. “Pretty much, yeah.”

I turned my head and rested it on his chest. “I’m not complaining.”

He kissed the top of my head, arms tightening around me. We stayed like that, bodies tangled, hearts slowing together. The city lights glittered beyond the windows, the penthouse quiet except for our breathing.

The jealousy faded, soft and distant now. Whatever Tyler was, whatever history they shared, right now I was the one here. The one in his arms. The one he had chosen to bring to this forty-two-million-dollar view.

And things had calmed down.

I drifted off like that, safe and sated in Sebastian’s embrace, the world outside fading until there was only us.

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