46. Sebastian
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
SEBASTIAN
Two Months Later
M y small suitcase sat open on the bedroom floor, clothes and toiletries piled on and near it, readying to be packed.
Lily sat at my desk, her laptop open as she edited her dissertation.
She’d gotten some feedback from her advisor and had given herself the impossible task of attempting to execute the changes before we left for spring vacation.
Even though my parents were in the middle of reconciliation, they hadn’t taken back their invitation for me to use our family villa in the south of France.
Miraculously, I’d already submitted my dissertation.
Classes had finished and we had three weeks before final exams started.
Lily had agreed to accompany me and my friends to the villa, so long as I didn’t tease her mercilessly for studying while we were there.
I promised I wouldn’t as I would also be studying.
Sometimes. However, I had villainous plans to distract Lily a little so she had some fun before her exams.
I’d invited Sierra and Maddie along because I knew Lily was sad about her friendship group breaking up. As much as I wanted Lily all to myself, I wasn’t going anywhere. Sierra and Maddie were leaving at the end of May, and the girls should have what time they could together.
Two months , I thought staring at my gorgeous girlfriend as she frowned at her laptop.
We’d been dating for two months. It was public knowledge now.
When I’d posted a photo of us on social media, I got a call from my family’s PR department.
Apparently, the press was asking for a comment about the status of my relationship.
I didn’t think anyone cared. However, I was strangely elated at the idea of the world knowing Lily was mine.
I told them to confirm the relationship and warned Lily there might be some articles published about us.
Sure enough, a few tabloids, clearly in want of better stories, tried to contact us both for comment. We ignored it and the articles that were published. Most of the public weren’t interested in who I was dating when there were so many people between me and the throne.
Mercifully.
Lily addressed our relationship on the podcast, but she refused to make it an anecdote. She offered advice to other people and couples as per usual, but my girlfriend was very determined that our relationship remain private.
I would have done whatever made her happy. But I liked the fact that what happened between us was, well, just between us. It made her mine and only mine in a way that soothed my inner caveman. I didn’t even know that bloke existed inside me until Sawyer.
“I can feel you staring at me,” she murmured.
I grinned. “I can’t help myself.”
“Try. It’s very distracting.”
“How distracting?”
Hearing the invitation in my tone, Lily gave me the side-eye. “There will be plenty of time for sexy shenanigans at the villa. Right now, I’m trying to concentrate.”
“Sexy shenanigans? Beautiful alliteration, my love.”
She gave a huff of laughter. “Read your book.”
“The book is the problem.” I waved the fourth tome in the romantasy series she’d gotten me into. “This one is the filthiest so far.”
Lily’s head whipped toward me. “Uh, excuse me, there is also a ton of character development in that book.”
My lips strained against a smile. “True. There is also an awful lot of cunnilingus and exuberant cock thrusting.”
She laughed even as her eyes darkened in a way that made my blood hot. “You should listen to the dramatized audio edition.”
“Oh really? Would that be something you’d be interested in doing together during our holiday?”
Her thighs squeezed together. “Sebastian,” she whined adorably.
Arousal flooded through me. “That good, is it? Did it make you wet listening to it? Because just reading about it is making me hard.”
“You are so mean.”
I threw the book aside and swung off the bed. “Let me make it up to you.”
“I’m trying to work,” Lily murmured unconvincingly, her resolve visibly weakened.
“You were the one who got me into these damn romance books.”
She let out a squeal of delight as I hauled her off the desk chair and carried her over to the bed. I practically threw her on it, making her laugh in surprise as she bounced against my mattress. “I suppose it is my fault, then,” Lily agreed breathlessly.
“And I know just how to punish you,” I teased, my voice hoarse with need as I reached for the waistband of her leggings.
Minutes later, Lily was moaning and shuddering against my mouth, her thighs tightening around my shoulders as she came.
It thrilled me how responsive she was to me. She’d told me sex hadn’t been like this for her before. And while I didn’t want to think about her with other men, it filled me with dark satisfaction that I was the best she’d had. I assured Lily she was the best I’d ever had too.
I kissed my way up her soft belly as I crawled over her body, my cock throbbing against the zipper of my jeans.
When I reached Lily’s mouth, my kiss was deep as I let her taste herself on my tongue.
She fumbled with my zipper and I grew impossibly harder at the thought of her focused attention in that area.
Quite abruptly, she broke the kiss to push me onto my back.
Lust-dazed, it took me a second to recognize the tension on her face. Alarmed, I asked what was wrong. Lily swallowed nervously, which had me even more on alert. “Sawyer?”
“I haven’t …” She squeezed her eyes closed briefly and then announced through gritted teeth, “I haven’t gone down on you yet.”
My eyebrows almost hit my hairline. It had not escaped my observations that Lily hadn’t returned that particular favor. I took it to mean she didn’t like performing the act. Some girls didn’t, like some guys didn’t. It didn’t bother me. I wanted Lily more than I wanted her mouth on my cock.
“I don’t want you to think I’m a selfish lover.”
I reached up to caress her cheek. “You know I don’t think that. We only do things you’re comfortable with. Okay? Do you think I could possibly get pleasure out of something if I know you’re hating every minute of it?”
Her expression softened ever so slightly. “I love you. And … I want to return the favor. It’s only that …”
“Lily, I love you too and you can tell me anything.”
“I have … and I know this isn’t very sexy … but I have a sensitive gag reflex.”
Amusement tugged at my mouth, but I forced myself not to laugh because I didn’t want her to be embarrassed. But she was so adorable. “That’s okay.”
Her brows furrowed. “Like, it’s really sensitive. I can’t even brush the back of my tongue without gagging.”
The struggle to hold back laughter was growing. “Okay.”
“You’re laughing at me.” She slapped my chest.
A chuckle escaped before I could stop it. “I’m not. You’re just so cute, I can’t help it.”
When her countenance turned tight with hurt, I immediately stopped laughing. “Lil?—”
“I’ve had boyfriends make me feel shit about it, okay.
Like, trying to force me through it when it’s obvious I’m not enjoying it.
So … I … never mind.” She moved to get off me and I grabbed her hips, stopping her.
Possessiveness I hadn’t quite gotten used to yet thrummed through me at the mention of her giving blow jobs to other men.
However, anger at them abusing her overtook all emotion.
“They’re arseholes,” I snapped. “And they should be shot. My father has a hunting rifle that would do the trick. Just give me their names and it’s done.”
Lily gave me a beleaguered look but stopped trying to get away.
I squeezed her hips again. “We do only what you want to do in this bed. I will survive a life without blow jobs.”
She let out a huff of laughter. Although Lily didn’t blush, there was always a certain look in her eyes that told me she was mortified. I never wanted her to feel so unsure around me she was embarrassed.
“I mean it, Lily.”
She searched my face as she nibbled on her lower lip. I waited patiently, giving her space to make the next move. Finally, she asked, “What if I wanted to try … but take it slowly?”
The thought of her mouth anywhere near my cock made it salute in answer. “We don’t have to.”
“I want to. If I can’t, we stop. Or would that be torture?”
I grinned, shaking my head on the pillow. “No, it wouldn’t be torture.”
Nodding with the same determination I’d seen on her face when she was researching, Lily edged backward to tug on my zipper.
I lay perfectly still, amused by her concentration as well as totally turned on by it.
“You won’t … thrust?”
Voice hoarse, I replied, “I’ll lie perfectly still, I promise.”
Lily freed my cock, her hand a tight fist around it. She gave me a hard tug and I bit out an expletive at the pleasurable sensation. My heart rate picked up as Lily bent her head and took me into her mouth.
“My God.” I huffed, the blood rushing in my ears.
Just the sight of her plush lips around the head of my cock was enough to make me want to come.
However, her uncertainty because of past experiences kept me in check.
My hands fisted in the duvet beneath me as I tensed against thrusting into her hot, wet mouth.
Instead, I lay there, watching and muttering curse word after curse word as Lily sucked what she could of me into her mouth.
When she released me, it was to lick my length with such intense exploration—like I was a fucking ice-lolly she was relishing. Bloody hell!
The touch of her mouth suckling on my balls almost sent me flying up off the bed.
“Lily!” I cried out, my hips arching without thought. “Bugger, sorry.”
Her sexy, pleased little smile before she took me back in her mouth was almost my undoing.
Anytime a woman had done this for me, it wasn’t in this slow, seductive fashion. This torturous exploration created a more intense buildup. As I was begging for release, Lily sucked the head of me while pumping the root with her fist.
“I’m going to come,” I gasped out in warning so she could release me.
Lily let go with her mouth but kept her hand around me and my mind blanked as the orgasm exploded through me. There was no other descriptor for it.
Shuddering, I melted into the mattress in deep, languid satisfaction. My racing pulse rushed in my ears.
Opening my eyes, I looked down to find Lily sat off to the side, a wide, amused look on her face.
“Bloody hell,” I muttered, slightly stunned by the force of my climax.
“I’ll say.” She snorted. “I had to move out of the way, or I’d have cum in my hair right now. That was a geyser of a climax, Mr. Thorne.”
Laughing, I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying to ease out of my sex daze. Finally, I dropped my hand. “Come here, Sawyer.”
Smiling, she moved across the bed. I drew her against me, kissing her softly before she cuddled into my chest. “You liked it?”
Now it was my turn to snort. “Was the geyser not evidence of such? The important question is whether you liked it?”
“I did.” She turned to look up at me, her dimples appearing with her smile. “It was sexy. I felt good making you feel good.”
Such overwhelming adoration flooded me, I momentarily couldn’t breathe with it. “Do you even know how much I love you?”
“I’m starting to get the impression it’s a lot.” Her dimples deepened.
“And these.” I reached out, brushing my thumb over the indents in her cheeks. “I’m obsessed with these.”
“You are?” Her smile widened with pleasure.
“From the moment you first smiled at me with those dimples, I was a goner for you, Sawyer. I’ve never believed in love at first sight until I met you.”
Her eyes widened. “You didn’t love me at first sight.”
“I did. I was just too stupid to realize it.”
“It was attraction.”
“It wasn’t,” I insisted. “I mean, it was … but it was more. It was like a sixth sense. Like my instincts recognized you were the one. Maybe even before we met. When I was listening to you on the podcast, I … I had to meet you. Then I did and I couldn’t let you go.
Why do you think I carried on that stupid charade?
Or why I went to such trouble to get you to be my friend?
I know it’s bloody cheesy but, my soul knew before my brain did that you’re the love of my life. ”
Emotion brightened Lily’s eyes, tears trembling on her lashes. “You’re the love of my life too.”
I let out a shaky exhale. “It all worked out well for us, then. Thank fuck.”
She reached up, her laughter tremoring against my lips as we kissed.
It was the best kiss of my entire damn existence.