Episode 157
EPISODE 157
SURVIVING
Sebastian
June bucks and moans beneath me, digging into the flesh of my back with her nails. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, groaning as I sink deeper inside her. The sun beats down on us, but nothing compares to the heat we’re creating together.
“Sebastian,” she whispers.
Her voice triggers something primal in me. I drive into her harder, earning a heady gasp from her lips. The sight of her half-closed eyes and flushed face sends a rush of satisfaction through me.
I pull back slightly to let her adjust before plunging back in. The sight of June beneath me, unabashedly baring herself to me under the clear sky, is enough to make any man lose his mind.
Her walls clench around me as I thrust into her again and again, each movement bringing us closer to the edge. I press my mouth to hers and she opens for me, our tongues tangling in a dance as old as time. Her fingers trace the hard muscles of my back down to the curve of my ass, squeezing and encouraging me on.
“Sebastian...”
She’s close. I can tell by how she’s tensed, her walls beginning to suck me in harder.
“Not yet,” I growl low in her ear.
“No more teasing,” she whimpers, echoing my earlier words back at me.
I chuckle against her neck.
I’ll show her teasing.
Pulling out slightly, I trace the tip of my cock against her slit, making her gasp.
“Sebastian,” she ekes out through gritted teeth.
The sight of her beneath me, flushed and straining against the waves of pleasure, is a torment to my control. But I’m nothing if not patient. She deserves punishment for her relentless teasing.
I dip back in and thrust into her slowly, drawing out every inch of the pleasure.
I repeat the motion, pulling out and thrusting back in again, each time slower than the last. Every growl from June is music to my ears.
“Please,” she begs between harsh breaths, her eyes pleading.
She’s near tears from the exquisite torture I’m subjecting her to. I increase my pace just as her walls begin to constrict around me once more.
“Not yet,” I command again. I pull out just as she’s on the brink of climax. “You think you can tease me and get away with it.” I dip my head to nip at her swollen nipple.
She arches her back off the sand.
“You have to earn it, June.” I push my cock back inside her, biting back a groan at the sensation of her tight heat engulfing me once more.
“Sebastian!” she cries out, again digging her nails into my back.
The combination of the pain and pure pleasure is driving me insane. I know she’s close, so close, and the temptation to let her come is almost overpowering.
But not yet. She needs to learn who’s in charge here.
I pull out again, leaving her whimpering and gasping beneath me.
“Please...” Her eyes shine with desperation and something else—submission.
I thrust back into her, setting a brutal pace that has us both panting.
She locks her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper into that sweet heat. But this time it’s different. This time, she surrenders to my dominance, letting me set the rhythm.
“Good girl,” I grunt, pumping into her with an unsteady rhythm.
She moans, her eyes half-closed. I press my lips to hers, swallowing her whimpers and sighs.
“Sebastian,” she gasps against my lips. “I can’t...”
“You can,” I say firmly, “and you will.”
She bites at her lips, tensing, so rigid...
And I take pity on her. “Come,” I say through gritted teeth. “Come now.”
Her body convulses under mine, her pussy walls clenching tight around me as she cries out. The rawness of her voice sends me spiraling over the edge after her. I slam into her one last time before my own release rips through me.
I press my forehead to hers as the tremors slowly subside. She’s panting beneath me, a soft smile playing on her lips .
“You’re so good at this,” she murmurs, running a hand lazily up and down my back.
I chuckle and press a soft kiss to her forehead before pulling out of her.
Then she rises, walks to the water, and immerses herself up to her shoulders.
I lie in the sand staring at the blue sky above and listening to the waves crash against the shore.
And I wonder what the fuck I’m doing here.
“Join me?” June calls over the crashing sound of the waves. Her voice is light, beckoning.
I rise. The cool water is a welcome relief as it laps against my heated skin, dislodging grains of sand from places they have no place being.
June looks gorgeous, of course, her hair plastered against her shoulders, the sun catching on the droplets of water meandering over her.
This was a wonderful respite—and one I needed—but my thoughts slide back to my sleepless night. To the phone call with Shelley. To everything else.
“Hey,” June says softly, “what’s going on in that mind of yours?”
I blink. “Nothing.”
She swims to me and wraps her arms around my neck. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. The water is a barrier against the rest of the world. It’s just us here, in this moment.
“Sebastian,” June begins, “tell me. Do you think you’ll find love here? With one of us?”
The sincerity in her voice makes me pause. She truly wants to know.
Heather. Ariel. Emily. And now June .
I like them all.
But love?
“I don’t know.” I run my hands up and down her sides, enjoying the feel of her against me. “It’s not something you can force.”
“You’ve been hurt, haven’t you?” she says.
God, the truth of her words...
I have been hurt.
But not by a woman.
By a different kind of love.
The love and camaraderie of boyhood friends.
Love...and loss.
“Who hasn’t?” I say with a short laugh, but there’s no humor in it.
“We all have our scars,” June murmurs. “But they make us who we are.”
“And who are we, June?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I look into her eyes.
“We are survivors, Sebastian. We carry the weight of our pasts, yes, but we don’t let it define us. We move forward.”
Survivors.
The word resonates with me. It’s the perfect definition for what I—and Brett, Alex, and Riv—have been doing all these years.
We’ve been doing it in luxury, no doubt, while building billion-dollar fortunes, but we’ve still been surviving.
We know it, and that’s the reason why we chose to put together this event.
To find love. To find family. To make our lives about more than just surviving a past that still haunts us all.
“I want more than just survival,” I admit, my words blending with the sound of the crashing waves .
“And what is it that you want, Sebastian?” she asks, her eyes meeting mine again.
“Freedom,” I say after a moment. “Freedom from the ghosts that haunt me.”
She laughs then. An odd response. “Don’t we all?” she says before diving under the waves.
But I’m not laughing.
I walk toward the shore.
“Sebastian?” June calls after me.
But I don’t look back.