Stay Toxic

Chapter 20

I’ve only ever been with Robert, and it wasn’t all that special, but I could have been as experienced as Ari, I’m fairly certain it wouldn’t have prepared me for the jolt of electricity, heat, and arousal rushing through every inch of my body the moment he pounces on me. One hand through my hair, the other sliding up my thigh, underneath the tulle of the gown, as he presses me against him. The apex of my thighs pulses as he inches closer, those teasing fingers taking their time.

Nothing has ever made me feel close to this; not my own fingers, certainly not anyone else’s. I don’t recognize my own flesh, or the need growing in my core.

“Hold on to that drink, Hestia. Wouldn’t want to spill now, would we?” Sebastian chuckles, and then that infuriating mouth is nuzzling my neck.

Fuck. The rosé in my hand is shaking like there’s a damn earthquake. I completely forgot about it or I would have set it down on the bar; but now I make a point of trying to hold it steady, while those clever fingers press against the thin fabric of my panties.

“You’re fucking soaked.” I hear Sebastian practically growl. “I knew you were a naughty little pervert. What made you so drenched, Hestia? Watching, or knowing you wouldn’t get out of here without feeling my cock deep in your tight little folds?”

As he speaks, he bypasses the silk panties, and two fingers part my outer lips, while his thumb presses against my clit.

I bend in two, a deep, mewling moan torn right out of my throat. I didn’t even know it was possible for anyone to make noises like that without faking it, but I couldn’t bite them back if I tried.

My poor glass crashes against the floor, spilling all over the dark marble. By luck, it doesn’t break.

“So fucking responsive, aren’t you?” Sebastian whispers. “And here I thought you’d at least try to be discreet. Maybe you aren’t as shy as one would assume. Do you want everyone’s eyes on you, pervert?”

I can’t help a furtive glance around us, my heart beating fast at the idea of people watching; but despite his teasing, no one’s really paying attention to us. The people here are too taken with their own perversions, or watching those who are unapologetically fucking each other in the open, to look at something as tame as a guy fingering some girl at the bar.

“Disappointed you’re not the center of attention?” He laughs. “I can change that.”

I yelp as he grasps my wrist and twist until I’m facing away from him, toward the center of the room, my back against his hard, muscular chest.

The hand on my arm moves to my bust, and slowly lowers the fabric under one of my breasts, then the other, exposing the bare skin.

“Stop,” I rasp, because now people are starting to watch.

A woman grins as she whispers to her partner, then both of them are gawking at my tits. My nipples harden, and not only because Sebastian’s caressing grasping, palming, teasing me.

“I will, if you actually want me to,” he whispers against my skin as he slides down.

I don’t know what he’s up to next.

I can’t wait to find out.

“I—”

Whatever I was going to say is stuck in my throat, because Sebastian’s grabbed my leg and lifted it over a barstool, setting my heeled foot down on it. I’m spread out for anyone to see, my panties aside. Sebastian’s back on his feet, behind me, and returned to both my tits and my panties, as his mouth presses at the sweet spot where my shoulder and neck meet.

Now at least five people watch us as they dance, and the thought makes my inside clench, pulse, heat.

“The thing, darling, is, I don’t think you do. Are you scared of being a naughty little pervert?”

Two fingers curve inside my needy folds, stealing my thoughts and words.

“I’m not going to listen to you when you tell me to stop. I know you really mean you’re overwhelmed. But if you tell me red, it’s over, no questions asked. The clothes go back on and I take you home. Understood?”

I look at him over my shoulder. Stop came to me naturally, and I’m so glad he ignored me. Red? That’s not a word I’d use right now. The thought of ending this wild, insane, exhilarating experience makes me want to strangle someone. I want more. I want everything.

“Understood?” he repeats, reminding me I gave no answer.

I make myself nod.

“Good girl.” He rewards me by circling my clit as his two fingers fuck me, fast and deep.

God, he’s so fucking good at this, it shouldn’t be legal.

Both of my legs are shaking, the one spread out and the one supporting me. Sort of. They’re basically jelly. I’m fairly certain I’d be on my ass if I wasn’t half leaning on him.

“You know, Ari thought this would be too much for you. She believed you were the kind of girl who likes it missionary style, in the dark.” He laughs. “I knew you’d want this.”

His fingers slide out of me, and I’m about to fucking scream, or beg, or pout—whatever works—so he won’t stop. But before I can do anything other than look back at him over my shoulder, I feel something warm, and hard, and soft press right where I need it.

I gasp.

“You remember your safe word, beautiful?”

I nod eagerly. “Red.”

“Are you using it? Because if you aren’t, I’m going to fuck the life out of you in front of half the campus.”

“Yes,” I say, my voice breaking.

“Yes, you’re using red? Or yes, you want my cock, huh?” he asks, all the while slowly pressing inside.

Holy fucking shit, he’s so damn thick. I can barely see straight, suddenly drunk on the heady feeling of him. I look down, eager to see, but all the tulle scrunched up at my waist blocks the view.

”Well?” His voice is light, teasing. “What will it be, darling?”

To my frustration, he stops pushing in, though his finger is back on my clit, circling, pressing.

“Th—that one. The cock. I want it.” Actually, it’s more like I need it.

Sebastian laughs. “You sure about that?”

“Yes.” I try to wiggle my hips to draw him deeper, but given his height, the angle, and the simple fact that I can’t stand up straight right now, he’s completely in control here. “Please, yes.”

“If you insist.” And then he pushes in with a grunt, burying himself inside me in one smooth stroke.

My heart is in my throat, but the huge, thick shaft slid right in, now pressing hard against a sensitive spot no one and nothing has ever reached.

It occurs to me that he likely paused to give me a chance to adjust to his girth before sliding home.

I already think it”s too much, that I haven”t ever felt anything so overwhelming in my life, that it can”t possibly get better, but then he slides out and slams right back in, making the spot sing and vibrate and by the third thrust, explode.

I scream, drawing dozens of eager eyes to us. I almost fall on my ass, no longer capable of even pretending to support myself.He lifts my standing leg under the knee and settles it on another barstool, making me squat in the air as his humongous cock keeps battering my poor pussy.

Sure, I”ve had sex before, but if this is getting fucked? I might as well have been a virgin, because I never felt a tenth, a hundredth of this.

“Look at everyone, watching your tits bounce,” Sebastian groans, his hands on my waist, slamming me down on him as he plows into me. ”Hearing you beg for more, like the greedy little slut you are.And you’re loving every minute of it, aren”t you?”

I can only whimper, incapable of doing anything other than clench, sob, and drench his cock.

”Looks like I”m not the only one who likes to show off, huh? Hey, Raphael,” he calls out.

One guy, blond, dressed in an open white shirt and dark red pants, sporting a tent no one could miss, immediately stops rubbing against the couple of women he was dancing with to approach.

He”s alittle younger than us, I think, but very cute.

”Raphael, meet my lovely pervert. She wants to see the effect she has on you. On everyone.”

”Hell, yeah.” The guy doesn”t hesitate: he opens his pants and pulls out his cock, hard as steel. ”Fuck, you”re so hot, taking that dick in front of us.”

I can”t help tensing, even as I feel Sebastian laugh against my skin. ”Raphael”s a voyeur. You love being watched. He loves watching. Show him how you take my cock, Hestia.”

Slowly, hesitantly, I lift the tulle in the way to expose us.

”Holy shit. You”re leaking,” he observes, almost reverently. “And your damn pussy looks so tight.”

The complete stranger”s touching himself, jerking his cock as he leans in to get a better view.

My core ignites, a long wail escaping me. I don”t know if it”s just me who gets tighter, or if Sebastian actually grows bigger, harder inside me, but for some reason, his cock seems to reach deeper inside me, to fill me to the brim. I”m going to explode. There”s no stopping or slowing the oncoming wave.

”Can I come on your cunt?” Raphael asks, his movements getting jerky.

I don”t even think. My brain has left the building. I don”t know if I”m screaming yes to his question, or just because I”m at the brink of the precipice and just want more, but I say it again and again.

I feel warm, sticky cum right against my clit, and Sebastian keeps fucking me through it.

I scream as the tension finally reaches its paroxysm, all sense of self deserting me as my body loses control, so much I feel wetness leak out onto Sebastian”s hand, and Raphael”s cock, too close to evade what’s coming out of me.

”Fucking hell. You”re a squirter,” Sebastian groans.

He slowly lowers my useless, boneless legs down from the two stools. At first, I think he”s done with me, but once he”s seated me on the bar, he wraps my feet around his hips and shoves his cock right back inside my folds.

I”m so sleepy. Spent. But my core immediately responds, tingling as it welcomes him back.

”Do you know what Raphael would give to touch you right now?” Sebastian asks, with slow, lazy thrusts. ”What any of them would give? Millions, darling. They”d lay millions at your feet. But they can”t, can they? Because you”re mine.”

The shallow, languorous moves get deeper, faster, and though I was all but ready to drop minutes ago, my poor little legs are tightening around him, as if trying to keep him right there.

”Say it. I know it”s so easy to just take and not admit what”s happening, little pervert. But I want to hear you say it as you come.” His hand moves between us, back to my clit.

”Please,” I croak.

I don”t know what he wants me to say, but I”d tell him just about anything to make him continue this.

”Tell me you”re mine, Hestia. Say it or I swear, I”m gonna stop fucking that cunt raw, and come on your skin like that freshman instead of making you come again.”

The threat has immediate effect. Sebastian isn”t Raphael. He”s not some guy I don”t know or care about. I want him to keep ramming inside me like this, until we”re both sated. ”I”m yours. I”m yours. Please, please make me come.”

He growls, and brings his lips to mine.

It occurs to me, somewhere very far at the back of my tired, overwhelmed mind, that it”s the first time he”s kissed me. And then he”s pinching my fucking clit and thrusting so fast, I lose it.

I”m screaming through my second orgasm, clenching around his cock again, when finally, I feel warmth flood my insides as he grunt over me.

I don”t know how many seconds, years, centuries pass as we both breathe, deep, hard, fast, waiting to return back to earth.

Then the dick is laughing.”If I”d known some cock is all it would take to make you pliant, I would have screwed your brains out much sooner, darling.”

He’s such a jerk.