33. Sebastian
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
SEBASTIAN
A s I took off the condom and threw it into Lily’s bedroom wastebasket, she wouldn’t look at me and started pulling her duvet up to cover herself. “We’re doing that again,” I told her, “so I wouldn’t bother covering yourself.”
She bit her lip, glancing nervously at me.
That made my chest twinge with some unknown emotion. But I knew I didn’t like it. I didn’t want her nervous with me. I wanted her flushed with need like before, crying out my name and coming around my cock with such exquisite tightness, I thought I’d never stop climaxing.
Seriously, it was the best orgasm of my life, and I felt more than a little unbalanced by it.
Lily bit her lower lip and then released it to whisper, “Maybe we shouldn’t.”
Irritated that she didn’t want to do it again when all I could think about was getting her naked, I huffed. “You said scratch the itch. The itch has not been scratched. Not for me, at least. Are you saying you’ve had enough?” Please, God, let her say no.
Her breathing picked up, making her breasts tremble against the strained fabric of her dress. They’d quivered with my thrusts earlier and if I hadn’t been so desperate to come inside her, I’d have taken time to rip that bloody dress right off.
This time I would. I wanted her naked so I could kiss and lick and suck every inch of her.
My brain grew fuzzy with desire.
“Sebastian—”
“One night.” I tried to keep my tone casual and not desperate or pleading. “One night, Sawyer.”
She considered me and then sat up, letting the duvet fall away. The sexy dress might have covered her torso but not the rest of her and heat flooded my cock.
Lily licked her swollen lips. “All right. One night. Only one night.”
In answer, I pulled my sweater over my head and threw it behind me. Lily’s eyes devoured me as I kicked off my jeans and boxers.
“Up,” I commanded gruffly.
Lily stood slowly, eating up every inch of me with her stare, even as her fingers trembled as they tugged at her dress.
Impatient to see her naked after having fantasized about her for months, I took over, fisting the material and yanking it up and over her head. The black bra she wore was gone with a flick of my fingers and every inch of me heated with need.
Lily Sawyer was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
All curves and dips and softness. Her dark pink nipples tightened in the cool air, and I reached out to cup her large breasts in my hands.
“Oh.” She arched into me, her head falling back, causing her hair to tumble down it.
“My God, do you even know how sexy you are.” My thumbs rolled over her nipples, as I watched the pleasure suffuse her beautiful face.
“Sebastian …”
I loved hearing my name on her lips in that breathy, needy tone.
I edged her back to the bed. “Lie down, my love, and spread your legs. I’ve been dreaming of burying my face in your pussy for months.”
Her eyes flew open, her lips parting in surprise. “Sebastian …”
Some girls loved dirty talk while others did not. I wanted Lily to love it. I wanted to make her wet merely by whispering filthy sweet nothings in her ear. But I’d stop if she didn’t like it. There was nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for Lily Sawyer.
“Really?” she asked in a hushed voice, eyes wide.
I slid a hand down her silky soft belly and down between her legs.
She wasn’t completely bare, my hands skimming over her neatly trimmed hair to find her wet.
So wet, I squeezed my eyes closed to curb the sudden urge to shove inside her again.
“Lily, you feel amazing. Tell me when it feels amazing for you.” I moved my thumb over her, searching for that bundle of nerves.
She jolted when I found her clit, reaching out to hold on to me. “Yes,” she said hoarsely.
I circled my thumb over her clit, watching her face as her arousal grew. Her fingernails bit into my waist. I wanted them scoring down my back as I fucked her, but it would have to wait because I wanted her a million ways before the night was through.
“Ah …” Her moans started to grow in decibels. “Ah, ah … aah!”
I’d never known such pleasure in giving it to a woman. I loved foreplay but not with this savage satisfaction. I wanted to give Lily orgasms for Lily’s sake. Not for my ego or because I got off on it. Okay, I definitely got off on it. But I … in this small way I didn’t want to be selfish with her.
“That’s right, my love.” I gently pushed two fingers inside her as I continued to circle her with my thumb. It was an awkward position for me because I was so tall, but I didn’t care. I’d keep at it until Lily shattered around me.
“Sebastian!”
“Yes, Sebastian ,” I whispered against her mouth. “Scream it, Sawyer.”
“Sebastian … Sebastian!” Her eyes squeezed closed as she cried out again, shuddering against me as her climax took her.
Lily swayed on her feet, and I eased her down on the bed, pushing her thighs apart as she continued to shiver through her orgasm.
Before she’d even finished, my head was between her thighs and my mouth was on her pussy. Her female taste coated my tongue as I pushed inside her wet heat.
“Oh!” she cried out, her hands pawing at my head as she drew her knees up in surprise.
I didn’t lift my head.
Instead, I devoured.
I licked and played with her until she was squirming and panting with need. Sucking at her clit, I drew it between my teeth, making her hips jerk harshly. Holding her down, I kept at her, looking up to find her moaning desperately, her breasts trembling, nipples peaked.
Lily Sawyer really was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen in my life.
I needed to come.
Preferably inside her pussy or her mouth.
But I wanted to send her to the goddamn stars first. If I only got one night with her, I’d make it the best night of her life. She’d never be able to forget me then.
Lily screamed in release as I suckled at her clit. Wet flooded her and I lapped it up. Her clit was swollen and overly sensitive and I kept at it even as she begged and pleaded in senseless murmurings. When she came again, tears on her cheeks, I sat up and watched the climax roll through her.
“Lily,” I breathed her name, in awe of her.
I wondered if any man had ever brought her to tears of pleasure before.
Possessiveness roared through me at the thought, and I stood abruptly, my cock straining with painful need.
Lily stared up at me beneath lowered wet eyelashes, her chest still heaving, her belly quivering.
I wanted to be inside her, but I wanted to see every inch of her.
Getting onto the bed, I pulled her up and she gave me the sexiest blissed-out smile, her dimples appearing. “God, Lily,” I murmured, guiding her so she straddled me. My hands coasted up her back, as her breasts bobbed in my face. She was so luscious it was hard to believe she was real.
I saw the moment reality of our position cut through her bliss.
Her hands tensed on my shoulders, and she shoved at me. “Not like this.”
For a moment, I thought she meant to end the situation entirely.
But then she said, “I’ll get on my back.”
My hands fell to her hips to stall her as I tried to work out what the problem was.
“Sebastian, not like this.” She tried to move again, but I wouldn’t let her. Then her arms dropped to wrap around her waist, covering herself, and that thing prodding the back of my mind became clear.
Her ex.
Telling her she was fat when she was on top of him.
That son of a bitch.
I swear if he were in front of me, I’d rip off his fucking balls.
Reaching for her, my grip on her chin was just hard enough to force her to look at me.
It took me a second to cover my anger at her ex-arsehole of a boyfriend.
“I’m not him,” I bit out and then softened my gruff tone when she tried to pull away.
“Lily, I’m not him. I think you are the sexiest woman alive and the thought of you riding me makes me want to come all over you right now like a callow youth. ”
Her beautiful eyes widened. “You don’t have to?—”
“Lily, can you not feel how hard I am right now?”
Her lips twitched. “Yes.”
I rolled my hips beneath her, and she gasped, need tightening her features. “I love your body. I love it so much I want to see every inch of you as you fuck me.”
Lily jerked her chin from my hold but only to brush her lips over mine. “You have a very dirty mouth, Sebastian Thorne.”
I smoothed a hand down her back and over her perfect, round arse. I gave it a little slap and she squeaked, eyes dilating. “You love it,” I growled against her lips before I took her in a hungry, desperate kiss.
Soon we were fumbling for my bloody wallet. I was so desperate to have her I almost dropped the condom.
“Let me.” Lily took it from me, her eyes locked onto my cock and the precum dripping from the tip. She seemed delighted by the sight and squirmed a little as she rolled the condom over me. She gave me a hard, confident tug that made me grunt and then swat her arse again.
“Oh,” Lily huffed as she raised her hips over me. “I think …”
“You think?”
She bit her lip in hesitation.
“You can tell me anything.”
“I think … I might like that.”
God, she was adorable. “You mean this?” A smile tugged at my lips a second before I cracked my hand over her arse again.
“Oh!” Her hands fell on my shoulders as surprised pleasure flooded her expression.
My God, why did she have to be so bloody perfect? “Lily, get on my cock before I lose my mind.” I smacked her arse again for good measure.
“I really do like that,” she murmured as she reached to guide me between her thighs.
Then her wet heat pushed down on me, and I muttered a million filthy curse words as lust tightened my balls.
She felt amazing. Snug and wet and hot. I bowed my head, reaching for her nipple to suck into my mouth.
I played with her, my head moving between her breasts until both her nipples were swollen and she’d adjusted around my cock nicely.
I laid slowly back on the bed and Lily gasped at the change of angle. Her hands fluttered nervously over her body.
“I want to see you.” My grip on her hips tightened. “Ride me, angel.”
She studied me, as if searching for some truth. Determination suddenly glittered in her warm hazel eyes and her hands dropped to my belly. Her fingertips followed the grooves of my six-pack and her inner muscles fluttered around my cock.
“Sawyer, please move,” I huffed out, thrusting up into her.
“Ah!” Lily cried out, her fingernails scraping across my abs. Something flashed in her eyes, and she started to raise her hips up and then down.
“Oh fuck!” I panted as sensation tugged at my groin. “Arch your back. I want to see you.”
My lovely Lily took direction well, arching her back as she began to ride me. Her breasts bounced with her as she moved over my cock, and I swear to God I could have died with happiness, my heart raced so fast at the perfect sight of her.
“That’s right, ride me, angel. Touch yourself if you need to.”
Her hand slid between her legs, fondling her clit.
Bloody hell fucking heaven fuck fuck!
“I’m going to come,” I growled out in sudden panic. “You have to come first.”
As if taunting me, she fondled her breast with her free hand. Any hint of the self-conscious woman from seconds ago was gone. Her cheeks were flushed with pleasure, her eyes glazed with need and … power.
With me, she believed she was sexy.
And she was ruining me with it.
I would have applauded her if I wasn’t so near to climaxing.
Sitting up, I smacked her arse. Hard.
Lily let out a startled groan, her lips parting on the long sound of pleasure as she climaxed around me.
I was a goner.
My orgasm ripped through me, and I couldn’t hold back my hoarse cry of relief. I throbbed inside her as she tightened around me. It was sensational.
The ecstasy of coming shuddered through us as Lily leaned her forehead against my shoulder, while my hands roamed over her with a mind of their own.
When the pleasure eased, I realized I was squeezing her breast in my hand.
I gave it another gentle squeeze before I released it and pressed a kiss to her damp cheek.
I groaned, flopping back on the bed, pulling her with me. She eased off my cock and I couldn’t help the little grunt I released at the feel of losing her heat. Lily moved as if to roll away, but I wrapped my arm around her, cuddling her close.
“Sebastian?”
I stared down at her as she looked up at me, uncertainty now having overtaken her earlier lust.
I cared about this woman. It wasn’t just sex, even if it was. “You’re my friend. I don’t want to get up and leave like you mean nothing to me, even if this is only a onetime thing.”
Lily dropped her gaze. I could see her swallow hard either against words or emotion. Or both.
“Sawyer?”
She nodded and relaxed against me, pressing her cheek to my chest.
I sighed with relief, caressing my hand over the magical exaggerated slope of her waist.
We lay in silence for a while and I desperately fought the indignation and rage churning in my gut as each second passed, taking me slowly away from her.
“Happy New Year, Sebastian.”
I squeezed my eyes closed, the ache in my chest intensifying. “Happy New Year, Lily.”