Paxton Flynn

"Butter?"

I push my elbows up on the bed, so I can see Seb better. "Yeah, butter. Its slippery and a good improvisation."

Sebastian smirked and rolled off the bed, pulling his pants up to try and conceal his hard on. "I'm not having sex with you with butter."

My face literally fell. "Well, why not? Have a better substitute?"

He pursed his lips to think about it. Then shook his head. "No."

"Then butter it is." I said shifting around on the bed. I could fell myself straining inside my jeans. Damn, I need him. "You got to have some in the kitchen."

"No." He refused, again,...