20. Sebastian
Chapter 20
Sebastian
Levi was fucking right. I already screwed this up.
Lil hauls open the door to the bathroom, and I rush after her, slipping in before she can close it.
“Lil, wait—”
She whirls around, eyes downcast. “What do you want?”
“There’s nothing going on with Blake, I swear.”
“You don’t need to defend yourself.” Her lips twist into a bitter smile. “There’s nothing between us. You can do whatever—or whoever—you want. I mean, we never said we’re together. You’re just Gemma’s brother.”
Her words sting, even though she’s right. We’re not together. Not officially. But that doesn’t change the fact that she’s the only one I want. And the fuck, she is my girlfriend because that’s how it feels even if she isn’t on the same page yet.
I take a step closer, my hands reaching out to cradle her face. “Don’t say that. You know it’s not true.”
She doesn’t meet my gaze, her eyes fixed on the floor. I tilt her chin up, forcing her to look at me. Tears are gathered in those beautiful eyes, one rebellious drop escaping down her cheek.
Fuck. Seeing her cry twists something inside me. I brush the tear away with my thumb. “Talk to me, princess. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”
She shakes her head, a shaky breath leaving her lips. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m sorry.”
“Hey.” I brush my thumb over her cheek, wiping away another stray tear. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Seeing you with her reminded me of Mike. And after what happened at the stadium, I thought… you’re annoyed by me…”
“Lil, listen to me. I could never be annoyed by you. Not in a million fucking years.”
“But at the stadium, after we—you seemed annoyed.”
I shake my head, a humorless chuckle escaping my lips. “That wasn’t annoyance, princess. That was me trying to control myself. Trying not to drag you off somewhere private and finish what we started.”
Her eyes widen, a pretty blush coloring her cheeks. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh.” My thumb roams over the curve of her bottom lip. “You drive me fucking crazy. In the best way possible.”
Her lips part slightly.
“I don’t want Blake. I don’t want anyone else. Just you.”
“But why?” Her voice is barely a whisper. “I’m not… I’m not like her. Like them. ”
My heart clenches at the vulnerability in her eyes. How can she not see how incredible she is? “You’re right. You’re not like them. You’re so much more.”
I press my forehead against hers, our noses brushing. “You’re smart, and funny, and kind. You’re strong as hell, even if you don’t always see it. And fuck, you’re so beautiful it hurts to look at you sometimes.”
A small smile tugs at her lips, and it’s like I’ve won the fucking lottery. “You really mean that?”
“Every word.” My hand slides into her hair. “You gotta trust me, please.”
I want to kiss her so fucking bad, to show her how much I need her. How did I ever get by without her? But I hold back, waiting for her to make the move.
“I do trust you,” she says.
“Yeah?” I lean in, my lips hovering over hers. “Prove it.”
And then she’s kissing me, her arms winding around my neck, her body molding to mine like she was made for me. And in that moment, with her in my arms, everything else fades away. The party, the people, the bullshit. None of it matters. All that matters is her. Us. This.
She’s mine. And I’m hers. I’ll make her see that.
“Your jealous side is cute,” I say.
“Don’t patronize me.”
“I’m not.” I kiss the tip of her nose. “It’s endearing that you care enough about me to get jealous. Even if it’s unnecessary.”
“What about Gemma? She’s my friend and your sister. ”
My hands shift down to her waist. “We’ll figure it out.”
“How?”
“We’ll take it slow. Keep it between us for now. See where this goes.”
She nods, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.
“Now, are you going to come with me, or do I have to carry you?”
“You wouldn’t do—”
Before she can finish the sentence, I sweep her off her feet and throw her over my shoulder.
She lets out a startled shriek, slamming her tiny fists on my back. “Sebastian! Put me down!”
I chuckle, securing my grip around her thighs. “Sorry, princess. You had your chance.” I’m careful to keep my hand over her ass so no one gets a peek at what’s mine.
“They could see us.”
“I don’t care.” I carry her up the stairs to my room.
After locking the door behind us, I set her on her feet. She straightens her skirt with an indignant huff, cheeks flaming.
She’s so easy to fluster. It’s endlessly amusing. Adorable. And all mine.
Her eyes flick around, taking in the Spartan furnishings: bed, desk, and dresser. A few photos of friends and family on the wall. There are trophies lining one wall and framed jerseys on another. A bookshelf crammed with textbooks and a few of her favorite books. Need to know what my princess is into. And after what I read, I can’t believe she’s still a virgin.
In the end, her gaze settles on the bed. She walks up to it, her back turned to me, unmoving, before straightening in a show of bravado that can’t quite hide her nerves.
“What are you thinking, princess?” I snake my arms around her waist.
“Your room is simple.”
“I don’t spend much time in here, honestly.”
“Why?”
“Well. I would like to. But there is a little princess always hiding in the library instead of my room.”
“That’s it?”
I rest my chin on her shoulder, inhaling her sweet chocolate scent. “Most weekends or vacations, sometimes even during the week, I fly home to work for my father.”
“Isn’t that too much for you during college?”
I shrug, my arms tightening around her waist. “It can be. I used to get these fucking headaches all the time. Stress, I guess.”
Her fingers trace patterns on my forearms. “Used to?”
“Yeah. They’ve been gone since I met you.”
She lets out a small laugh, shaking her head. “You’re joking.”
“I’m not.” I press a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m dead serious.”
“How could meeting me make your headaches go away?”
“Because when I’m with you, everything else fades away. The stress, the pressure, the bullshit. It’s like… you’re my peace, Lil.”
“Sebastian… ”
“I mean it. When I’m with you, I feel like I can breathe. Like I can just be me. Not the quarterback, not the Barron heir, just me.”
“I had no idea.”
“So, do I get a reward for winning?” I graze the skin of her neck with my lips.
Lil turns in my arms, her hands coming up to rest against my chest. “What kind of reward did you have in mind?”
Fuck. The question alone sends heat racing through my veins. Keep it cool.
I run my hands down her sides, settling on her hips. “How about you let me taste you tonight?”
Her nails dig into my shirt. Too soon? I never meant to push her faster than she’s ready for, no matter how badly I want her.
But as I attempt to step back and give her space, she holds onto me tightly, refusing to let go.
“What if I want more?” Her gaze darts away shyly.
Fuck, she’s adorable. And sexy as hell. That innocent act isn’t fooling me. I know the kind of shit she reads in those Regency novels. My sweet little bookworm has a dirty mind under all that shyness.
“More?” I ask.
Her words come out in a rush, barely more than a whisper. “Make you feel good, I mean. Like you did for me.”
I stare at her, stunned. Make me feel good.
Fuck. Every muscle inside me tenses, struggling to maintain control. She can’t know what she’s offering—but God, it’s too soon. “You’re killing me, princess.” I drop my forehead to hers with a groan.
“What’s wrong?”
“Not tonight.” Even as my body screams otherwise. I want her, fuck, I want her so damn bad. But this isn’t about what I want. It’s about what’s best for her.
She looks confused, almost hurt. “Why? Did I say something wrong?”
“No, princess.” I cradle her face in my hands. “You didn’t say anything wrong. Trust me, I want this. I want you. But we should wait. I don’t want to rush you into anything you’re not ready for.”
Lil worries her bottom lip between her teeth. God, that lip bite drives me fucking crazy every time.
“What if I’m ready?” she asks.
I brush my thumb over her lip, freeing it from her teeth. Can’t have her drawing blood and making this any harder than it already is.
“Are you ready, though? Really ready? Or are you just saying that because you think it’s what I want?”
Lil looks down, avoiding my gaze. Bingo.
I tilt her chin up. “Hey. Look at me.” I wait until those beautiful eyes meet mine again. “We have time, okay? There’s no need to rush this.”
“But, I thought…”
“Thought what?”
“That you’d want to. After what happened at the stadium. ”
Ah. So that’s what this is about. She thinks because we got hot and heavy earlier, I expect us to go all the way tonight.
“What happened was amazing. Being with you like that was a fucking dream come true.”
Her lips curve into a hint of a smile. Good.
“But that doesn’t mean we have to go farther tonight. Or anytime soon.”
Lil nods, some of the tension leaving her body. “So…”
“So, how about you let me make you feel good tonight.” I graze my teeth over the tender skin of her throat, and she lets out the sweetest little moan.
Invitation accepted.
My hands skim under her shirt, caressing the silky skin of her back. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
She gives a slight nod, eyes closed, lips parted.
My fingers trail up her spine until they brush the clasp of her bra. I pause, giving her a chance to object. When she remains pliant in my arms, I unhook her bra and slip my hands underneath the loosened cups.
Her breath hitches as I palm her breasts, her nipples pebbling against my touch. I roll one between my fingers, drawing another delicious moan from her lips.
Fuck, the sounds she makes drive me wild.
“You like that, princess?”
“Mmm, yes,” she breathes .
I walk her backward until her knees hit the edge of the bed. Slowly, I ease her down onto the mattress, placing kisses across her collarbone.
I lift her shirt up and off, then reach behind to fully remove her bra. Fuck, the sight of her bare breasts makes my dick throb against my zipper. I have to rein myself in before I lose control.
Lil flushes under my stare, her hands coming up in a futile attempt to shield herself. I catch them gently but firmly, pinning them above her head. “Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.”
She swallows hard but doesn’t protest further, her eyes locked on mine. I keep her hands pinned in place as I take one rosy nipple into my mouth, sucking as my fingers continue teasing the other. The sounds falling from her lips are driving me out of my fucking mind.
“Sebastian.”
I can’t get enough of her. The taste of her skin is like a drug, and I’m fucking addicted. No going back now.
I lavish the same attention on her other breast, teasing and sucking until she’s writhing beneath me. Only then do I release her hands in favor of gliding mine lower over her body, fingers dancing along the waistband of her skirt. I raise my head to look at her questioningly. Her eyes are dark with desire, pupils blown wide.
“Please,” she whispers.
Fuck, yes. Hearing her beg for me is the sweetest torture .
I take off my shirt before kissing my way down her stomach and slipping her skirt off her legs. She’s bare before me now. And God, she’s fucking perfect.
“So beautiful, and all mine.” Slowly, reverently, I part her legs, baring her glistening pussy.
She observes me through half-lidded eyes, teeth sinking into her plump lower lip. Fuck, I can’t wait a second longer.
I lower my mouth, eager to taste her. The first brush of my tongue against her slick folds makes her arch off the bed with a strangled cry.
“That’s it, let me hear you.” I growl, gripping her thighs to hold her in place as I feast on her.
She’s delicious, her essence flooding my senses. I alternate between long, languid licks and rapid flicks against her swollen clit. Her throaty moans fill the room, fingers twisting in my hair as I plunge two fingers into her slick channel, crooking them.
“Mhm… what am I to you?” I murmur against her pussy.
“You’re Gemma’s brother.”
“Wrong answer.” I lightly bite down on her inner thigh.
She arches her back, wiggling, but I keep her in place. You’re not getting out of this so easy, princess.
“Try again.” I nibble at the sensitive nub. “Am I just Gemma’s brother?”
“No.” She shakes her head, biting her lower lip and keeping in the moans.
I bite her inner thigh a bit harder this time. Her mouth opens up with a loud gasp .
“Don’t deny me your moans. Understood?”
She nods, and I soothe the red mark with soft kisses while still moving my fingers slowly inside her.
“You’re more… than just… Gemma’s brother. You’re the guy I’m falling for.” She crushes her hands over her mouth, her body going rigid.
I didn’t expect that, but fuck, it’s making me feral. I surge up, capturing her lips in a searing kiss that leaves us both breathless.
“Say it again,” I demand against her mouth, fingers still buried deep inside her. “Tell me you’re falling for me.”
Her wide eyes meet mine. “I’m falling for you.”
“Finally, because I already fell for you.” I go back down on her and curl my fingers just right, finding that spot that makes her cry out.
She writhes beneath me, her thighs trembling against my shoulders and her walls clenching around my fingers as I pump them steadily. She’s close, I can feel it.
I lift my head to look at her—lips parted, eyes squeezed shut, lost in pleasure. “Lil?”
Her eyes fly open, locking with mine.
“Keep your eyes on me. I want to see you fall apart.”
A few more thrusts of my fingers, and she shatters with a silent scream, her body bowing off the bed. I don’t stop, prolonging her peak as tremors wrack her petite frame until she collapses boneless beneath me. Fuck .
I withdraw my fingers, licking them clean with a satisfied groan. Her chest heaves, a beautiful flush spreading across her skin as she gazes up at me with heavy-lidded eyes.
“You taste divine.” My voice is rough with desire. “I could feast on you for hours.”
She blushes prettily, averting her gaze. “I’ve never… no one’s ever…”
“No one’s ever made you come like that before?”
She shakes her head.
“Good,” I growl. “I want to be the only one who makes you feel this way. The only one who gets to see you like this, all needy and desperate for me.” I move back up her body, brushing my lips over hers. “You okay, princess?”
She gives a small nod, looking thoroughly ravished. Unable to resist any longer, I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. My painfully hard cock strains against my jeans, eager for relief.
But tonight is all about her. I’ll make her cum until she’s begging me to stop. I trail kisses along her jaw, down to the sweet spot on her neck that makes her shiver. She arches into me with a needy whimper that goes straight to my groin.
Fuck, the things this girl does to me. I’m like putty in her hands.
“Tell me what you want, princess,” I murmur hotly in her ear. “I’ll give you anything.”
And I fucking mean it. She owns me, heart and soul .
I draw her close, and she curls into me with a contented sigh, head pillowed on my chest.
“Stay with me tonight?” I drag the blankets over us.
A buzzing sounds from somewhere on the floor and Lil tries to get up.
I tighten my hold, nuzzling into her hair. “It’s just a phone, princess. Leave it.”
“But it could be important.”
I release her with a sigh, propping myself up on an elbow. She scrambles off the bed to grab her skirt. The sight of her naked form has heat pooling low in my gut… again. I want nothing more than to drag her back into my arms and bury myself inside her, staking my claim in the most primal way possible.
She finds her phone in the discarded skirt, fingers flying over the keys. A frown mars her features, and she types out a quick response before setting it aside again.
“What’s wrong?” I don’t like sharing her attention, not even with a phone.