Chapter 74
Riley
“You have four fucking minutes before I come in there and carry your ass out, ready or not,” Sebastian states from the other side of the bathroom door. I’m hurrying to put the finishing touches on my makeup. I’m in a new skin-tight number that Sebastian bought me last week from some boutique downtown. “You wear this when I tell you to,” he’d said, presenting me with the beautiful slinky dress. And now, seeing myself in the mirror, I realize he knows exactly how to play up my assets. I look hot.
“Coming!” I say, swinging the door to the bathroom and finding Sebastian sitting on the bed. His eyes grow wide, and I see the heat flood his face.
“Fuck me little mouse,” he whispers. “Maybe Xavier and your sister can wait.”
I smile. He makes me wet with so few words. “We have all night, Sebastian. You can look at me all night and think about what we’ll do later.”
He nods, stands, and pulls me close to him. His erection presses against me, and I gasp. It still shocks me how big he is, and how ready that feeling makes me. “Just one quick thing first,” he says, and before I realize what he’s doing he’s on his knees, nuzzling his face between my legs. His hands grip my ass from behind and he slides my dress up. I’m bared open to him and he growls “no panties Riley? What a dirty little mouse.” He then takes a long lick up my slit, and sucks my clit oh so briefly before pulling the fabric down and standing back up.
“Wait… maybe we can be a few minutes late?” I whimper, now wanting much more.
“Nope baby, we have places to be.”
On our ride to the restaurant, Sebastian holds my hand. It feels right, and also still so new and thrilling. “What’s the menu like here?” I ask him, wondering where we’re headed and how elaborate our evening must be if he had his personal driver come pick us up.
“It’s a themed menu,” he says, “it matches the seasons in the city. So tonight, the menu will focus on the abundance that comes with spring. I talked to the chef and made sure he’d make it extra special for us.” I look at him. He never ceases to surprise me.
We enter the beautiful new hotel where the restaurant is, making our way to the rooftop patio. The elevator doors open and I instantly see the twinkling lights of the city surrounding us, making a 360-degree display. The stars and twinkling seem to combat one another. I’m so in awe that it takes me a minute to realize there is no one else on the patio.
“Sebastian?” I ask. “I thought you said Corrine and Xavier were already here.”
“Come with me,” he says, and walks away from me to a lone table at the edge of the rooftop. There’s bouquets of flowers surrounding the table, clustered into beautiful gold vases, and arranged in the shape of a heart. This is getting more and more unusual.
“Remember when you said that flowers are a surprise? That dinner was a surprise?”
“Yes…” I say, confused. “But this doesn’t seem like your style.” I smile up at him, realizing he’s made it his style because it’s what I’d asked for.
“Sit down little mouse.” He pulls out a chair and hands me a glass of waiting champagne. I sit, taking a sip, and wait as he gestures to a waiter who seems to materialize out of thin air. Then he pulls out his chair and sits.
“Riley.”
“Sebastian?”
“This has been the best fucking year of my life. Not only did I get to taste the best pussy I’ve ever tasted, but I also got to fuck the shit out of you while your worthless ex watched.” I blush, looking around to make sure the waiter didn’t hear that.
“I also realized that I never want to let you out of my sight. Or my bed. I want every part of you Riley. I want your body, yes. But I also want your soul and your heart, for the rest of time.”
I am staring, practically open mouthed. Is he doing what I think he’s doing? Before I respond, the waiter appears again, flourishing beautiful plates full of hors d'oeuvres. Caviar, scallops, baked brie, literally everything fancy one imagines when they think of a nice restaurant.
“This is too nice,” I begin to say. “You know you don’t have to do all this.” He glares at me, but I continue. “You don’t have to surprise me, or wine and dine me. Because I’m yours. I’ve always been yours, since the moment I saw you in the office.”
“Then let’s make it official, Riley.” He grabs my hand and pulls me off my chair and over to the railing. He leans in close behind me and I smell his scent, musky and warm. He runs his hand over my ass and then his hands disappear. I’m left wanting, so wrapped up in the moment and the beauty of our surroundings, that I just want his hands on me again. I turn around, wondering why he stopped.
“Marry me.” He doesn’t ask, he just states it. Then he grabs my hand and slides the most gorgeous diamond I’ve ever seen onto my ring finger.
“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, always.”
He growls then, spinning me back around so my body faces the city, and he lifts up my skirt. “Sebastian!” I yelp, thinking of the waiter-in- hiding somewhere on the rooftop with us.
“Little mouse, you know you’re ready for me.” He slips two fingers in me from behind, finding me wet once again. Then he’s unzipping his pants, bending me over ever so slightly, so I’m flush against the railing, as he thrusts inside me.
“Oh god,” I murmur. “I love you.”
“You’re mine baby,” he says, and reaches one hand around to rub my clit. The intensity is too much and I have to grind myself into his hand, chasing the need.
“Come for me Riley,” he says. I hear his breath getting labored, and his speed picks up. One, two, three more thrusts and then he’s shouting in my ear. “Now!”
I explode, my orgasm shuddering through me, pushing back into his body while I try to hold myself up on the rail and ride out the wave. He pulls out and pulls me upright against his front. “Good girl,” he says, and I feel his breath on my ear. “Now get ready to celebrate.”
Pulling down my dress, I’m barely standing upright before I hear the sound of the elevator door opening. Corrine, Xavier, Jonathan, Jamison, Andre, and Kaz all pile out.
“Surprise!” Kaz shouts, and immediately wraps me in a hug. I’m speechless, it’s all happened so quickly, yet it’s exactly what I want.
“Don’t get too close guys,” Sebastian smiles and grabs his champagne. “She’s spoken for. And I don’t share. ”
Everyone laughs and we all clink our glasses in a toast.
“To the future Mr. and Mrs. Bolt.”