27. Lilian
Chapter 27
Lilian
He shuts off the water and steps out, unashamed of his nakedness. Rivulets stream down his toned body as he stalks towards me, a predatory glint in his eyes.
“Enjoying the show, princess?”
“I-I didn’t mean to.” The words stick in my throat. How can I possibly explain this? That I stumbled upon him by accident and didn’t stop?
He halts mere inches from me, so close I can feel the heat radiating off his damp skin. “Didn’t mean to what? Watch me stroke my cock while thinking about you in that sexy little bunny costume?”
I bite my lip harder this time, the throbbing ache between my thighs becoming unbearable. He noticed my outfit. Wanted me in it.
“Well, since you’re here now.” Sebastian traces a finger along my collarbone, his touch igniting sparks in my blood. “Why don’t you put that pretty mouth of yours to good use? Or did you come for something else?”
Lightly, he wraps his hand around my throat, and a breathy moan leaves my lips.
“I can’t wait to hear what other sounds I can draw from these pretty lips.” He grasps my hips, molding my body to his.
Goosebumps prickle along my arms as beads of water drip from his skin onto mine. Every hard inch of him presses into me, making my head swim with desire.
“Look at me,” he says.
I lift my eyes to his.
“Lil, I—Fuck.” He lets his head fall against my shoulder. “I’m sorry. Seeing you like this and talking with that other guy. It’s killing me.”
He starts to retreat, but I grab his arm, stopping him. “Wait.” My voice comes out in a soft murmur. “I want you. No more holding back.”
“Are you sure about that?”
My fingers tighten around his arm. “Yes. I’m sure.”
“If we do this, there’s no going back.”
“I don’t want to go back.”
“And you’re fine with telling Gem?”
“Yes.”
He cups my cheeks, hovering his lips above mine. “Tell me what you want, princess.”
“You. I want you. ”
A low growl rumbles in his chest before he claims my lips in a kiss. I melt into him, my fingers tangling in his damp hair to tug him closer.
His hands roam my body, igniting my skin with every touch, and my hips rocking against his involuntarily.
He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting against mine as we both pant for air. “Fuck, Lil. The things you do to me.”
Emboldened by the heat in his eyes, I let my hand float down his chest. “Show me.”
“Oh, I plan to. All night long. But first, I want what I just imagined.” He drags down my lower lip with his thumb. “Get on your knees, princess.”
My cheeks burn at his words, but I nod, helpless to deny him… or myself. I sink to my knees, my heart thumping as I gaze up at him through my lashes. His eyes are dark with desire, his jaw clenched tight, and his cock twitches.
“Like this?” I ask.
He tangles his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp. “Yes. Just like this.”
This side of Sebastian is new.
Drops of water glint on his taut muscles, and I ache to touch him, running my hands over his bare skin.
He takes my hand and places it on his chest. “I’m all yours.”
I don’t hesitate, splaying my fingers over his pecs and reveling in the feel of his rapid heartbeat under my palms. I wander down over his abs, stopping right above…
I’ve never done this before. What if I’m terrible at it ?
“We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.” His voice is gentle, a stark contrast to his earlier commands.
“I want to. I just… I’ve never…”
He tilts my chin up. “I’ll guide you if you want. But only if you’re sure.”
“Mhm.”
“I need you to say it.”
“I’m sure.”
A soft groan escapes him. “Fuck, princess.” He runs his thumb over my lower lip, tugging it down slightly. “Open your mouth for me.”
I part my lips, my tongue darting out to wet them. Sebastian’s eyes follow the movement, his breath hitching.
“Good girl.” He tightens his hold on my hair. “Now, wrap your hand around the base.”
My fingers curl around his hot and hard length, the skin like velvet over steel. I stroke him tentatively.
His head falls back, a low moan rumbling in his chest. “Now, use your mouth. Start with the head and work your way down.”
I lean forward, my lips brushing over the tip of his cock. He hisses out a breath, his fingers constricting in my hair. Emboldened by his reaction, I swirl my tongue around him before taking him into my mouth.
“Just like that,” he says.
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I work my mouth over his length. Sebastian’s breath comes in short, sharp pants, his grip on my hair tightening. The sounds he makes, the way his body responds to my touch—it’s intoxicating. I never knew I could have this effect on someone, let alone him.
“Fuck, princess, your lips…” He groans as I swirl my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty essence of him. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
His words spur me on, and I bob my head faster, taking him as deep as I can. He’s so hard, so thick. My jaw starts to ache, but I don’t care. I want to make him feel good, to unravel him the way he does me.
He thrusts his hips shallowly, his control slipping. That’s how I want him. But he never lets go. I hollow my cheeks again, sucking harder. It seems to do the trick. His hand fists in my hair, and he guides my movements, thrusting into the wet heat of my mouth. Low grunts and groans spill from his lips.
His thighs tense under my hand, his muscles stiff. Is he close? I swirl my tongue and suck harder, eager to taste him. His thrusts grow more erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants.
“Fuck!” He tries to withdraw, but I follow, taking him deeper. With a guttural groan, he spills into my mouth, hot and salty, and I try to swallow every drop, some of it trickling down my chin.
When I finally release him, we’re both panting, and I swipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Come here.” Sebastian hauls me to my feet, crushing his mouth to mine and kissing me deeply. “How are you so good at this?”
I wind my arms around his neck and give a coy smile. “Beginner’s luck?”
He chuckles low and drops his hands to my ass, pulling my hips tight to his. His cock is hard against my belly.
“I believe I promised to make you scream all night long.” His lips brush over the shell of my ear as he whispers, “And Barrons always keep their promises.”
A needy whimper escapes me, and I feel his lips quirk up against my skin. Suddenly, he lifts me up, and I squeal, grabbing his neck. Are we doing it here? In this position? How? He carries me to the bedroom, gently setting me down on my feet in front of the bed. Oh.
I stare up at him, desire and uncertainty swirling inside me. I’m more than scared, but I also feel safe. He makes me feel safe.
“Let’s get you out of this costume.” His fingers toy with the zipper at the back. “As much as I love seeing you in it, I think I’ll love seeing you without it even more.”
I whirl around, presenting him my back while fidgeting with my finger. “Unzip me.”
His fingers grasp the zipper, slowly tugging it down, and cool air immediately kisses my heated skin.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful.” He brushes his knuckles down my spine, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before dragging the body down over my hips.
The satin body falls around my feet, and I face him in nothing but my lacy black bra and slip. His eyes rake over me, so intense it’s almost a physical caress. No one has ever looked at me the way he does, like I’m something precious he wants to devour.
He reaches out, hooking a finger in the waistband of my slip and tugging me closer. “These are pretty, but they’d look better on my floor.” His other hand palms my breast through the thin lace of my bra. “Tell me. Did watching and sucking me turn you on?”
A breathless moan escapes my lips as he rolls my nipple between his fingers. He’s barely touched me, and I’m already aching for him, my body singing with need. “I think you know the answer to that.”
His smirk widens, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. “Good. Because I plan to worship you all night long.”
He lifts me into his arms and gently lays me down on the bed. His eyes never leave mine as he arranges the pillows behind my head, creating a soft nest for me to rest in. I think there’s no one else I’d rather have my first time with.
When he’s satisfied with my comfort, he crawls onto the bed and up my body. The heat of his skin seeps into mine everywhere we touch. He braces his forearms on either side of my head, caging me in, but it doesn’t feel confining. I still feel safe. Cherished.
His eyes search my face, likely looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. But all he’ll find is trust. And want.
I cradle his face with my hands. “Hi.”
“Hi.” His fingers caress my cheek and jaw. “Are you really sure? ”
I can’t find my voice to respond, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, the sensation of his hard body pressed to mine, but I manage a small nod, lips parting in a soft gasp as his hips nestle closer between my thighs.
He dips his head, brushing his lips over the rapid flutter of my pulse, his stubble grazing my sensitive skin. Every touch, every kiss, igniting a fire within me, stoking the desperate need between my thighs.
“I’m going to take my time with you.” One of his hands wanders underneath my back, unclasping the bra and throwing it to the floor before his tongue circles my taut nipple.
I arch into him with a gasp.
“I’m going to kiss every inch of you.” His lips blaze a path down my stomach, hands tugging off my slip. “And make you come so many times, you’ll lose count.”
My body trembles as he maps my curves with his mouth, his stubble scraping deliciously against my heated skin. He does take his time, worshipping me until I’m a writhing, desperate mess beneath him. Ready to give him anything, everything. No more holding back.
“Spread your legs for me, princess.”
I do as told, and his eyes darken at the sight, pupils blown wide with lust.
“So wet and ready for me,” he rasps. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He surges forward and drags his tongue through my folds. Pleasure spikes through me, a needy sound escaping me .
“That’s it, let me hear you.” He dips a finger inside me, and I cry out louder.
He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously while latching onto my clit with his mouth, sucking rhythmically. I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, my body jolting uncontrollably as he works me closer to the sweet oblivion.
“Sebastian.” My hips move frantically against him. “Please.”
“I love it when you beg, princess.” He curls his fingers, hitting a spot deep inside me that has stars exploding behind my eyelids.
I shatter with a cry of his name, waves of ecstasy crashing over me. He strokes me through it, drawing it out until I’m boneless beneath him.
“Beautiful.” He presses a tender kiss to my trembling thigh. “Absolutely beautiful.”
My body still thrums with pleasure as he grins down at me and withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean, like he did every time in the past few weeks. But we never went further than this.
“I guess this means you liked the costume?” I ask.
He barks out a laugh. “Liked it? I fucking loved it. Although…” His eyes roam over my disheveled appearance. “I think I prefer you like this.”
My cheeks burn hotter, but I force myself to hold his gaze. If we’re doing this, no more hiding. I need to show him that I’m sure.
“So what happens now?” I ask .
“Now, I’m going to make you mine.” He runs his fingers along my collarbone, between my breasts, and down to my stomach, igniting little sparks along the way. “Make you scream my name until you forget anyone else exists.”
My breath hitches.
“We’ll take it slow.” He brushes his thumb over my lower lip. “And if you want to stop at any point, just say the word.”
The second I nod, he captures my mouth in a kiss that steals the breath from my lungs, and I wind my arms around his neck, tugging him closer.
“Sebastian, please.” I barely recognize my own voice, breathy and pleading.
He settles between my thighs, the hard length of him pressing against my center. “Fuck.” He groans, his forehead falling to my shoulder. “Tell me what you want, princess. I need to hear you say it.”
This is happening. I cup his cheeks, guiding his face close to mine to meet his heated gaze. This close, I can even see the flecks of gold in the green of his eyes.
“I want this and you, Sebastian. I want you,” I whisper.
“Where?” He rolls his hips in a slow, tantalizing grind that sends a jolt of electricity through my core.
“I-Inside me.”
“Good girl.” He positions himself at my entrance.
The tip of him nudges against me, and then he starts to push, ever so slowly, stretching me around him. Unfamiliar feelings course through me at the intrusion. It’s… It’s a mix of too much and not enough. I squeeze my eyes shut, and a quiet cry parts my lips.
He pauses. “Does it hurt?”
“A little,” I say. “But please don’t stop.”
“Try to relax.” He continues with shallow, careful thrusts, easing himself deeper with each one until he’s fully seated inside me.
It feels like I’m stretched to the brim, and my insides contract as if trying to push him out or, rather, keep him inside. The fullness is overwhelming, and I’m acutely aware of every inch of him.
He brushes his lips over mine. “You okay?”
I shift my hips experimentally, marveling at the spark of something more than pain flaring inside me. “Go on, please.”
He takes one of my nipples into his mouth, caressing it with his lips and tongue, and resumes the slow, gentle rhythm, allowing me to adjust over time. The initial pinch of pain and stretch soon gives way to sparks of pleasure, and each deliberate thrust elicits a moan from deep within me.
“You feel incredible.” His voice is strained.
I moan softly in response, beyond words. All I can feel or think about is him—his touch and his hard length stretching me so deliciously.
I open my eyes and look at him, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks, the beads of water on his forehead, and the way his jaw is clenched. Despite the care he’s taking, I can sense him holding back, and as amazing as it already feels, I crave more. I want to see him lose control. I want to feel all of him.
“Sebastian.” I lift my hips, taking him deeper.
He groans, his hips faltering. “Princess.”
“I can handle it.”
His eyes darken, his restraint hanging by a thread. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust you. Please.”
He searches my face, as if weighing my words, my resolve. Then he straightens up on his knees, pulling out of me slowly, the loss of him making me ache. He grabs a pillow and slides it under my hips, then grips my thighs, yanking me toward him. He thrusts back in harder this time, and a sharp cry bursts from my lips.
The new angle allows him to reach deeper, hitting a spot inside me that sets my nerves on fire. My breathing turns to panting, then to desperate, gasping moans. He moves faster, his hips slamming into me with increasing urgency, and just like that, I come undone, intense pleasure rippling through me. But he doesn’t give me time to catch my breath.
With a growl, Sebastian flips me onto my knees, hauling my back to his chest, one arm wrapped around my waist and the other tangling in my hair. “Give me one more, princess.”
He drives into me from behind, and I’m instantly plunged back into a haze of pleasure. I cry out his name, my voice raw and unrestrained .
“That’s it, princess.” He grabs my breasts, pinching my nipples. “Scream for me. Let everyone know who you belong to.”
And I do. His words send a bolt of heat straight between my legs, and I rock back, craving more of the exquisite friction. I’m his, wholly and completely.
One of his hands shifts down to my core, circling it. It’s as if he’s able to draw out the high endlessly. Reading my body like a book, knowing every line as if it’s second nature.
I shatter again, screaming his name. My vision goes white, and I drop forward into the fluffy pillows.
He grips my hips, pounding into me without relenting. “God, you feel incredible. You’re going to make me come harder than I ever have.”
My orgasm still crashes through me, and I’m only distantly aware of the screams tearing from my throat and how my insides convulse around his pulsing length.
It’s pure bliss and freedom. Letting loose in a way I never have.
Ever so slowly, my breathing evens out, and I come back to myself. I’m wrapped up in Sebastian’s arms, his heart thudding steadily under my cheek.
“You okay?” He presses a kiss to my temple.
I hum, nestling closer. “Perfect.” I’m utterly spent, and my inner thighs ache, but it doesn’t hurt.
If it feels like this every time, I can’t wait to do it again. But…
I tilt my head back to look at him. “Did you... I mean, was it good for you too? ”
His eyes soften, and he cups my cheek, his thumb grazing over my lower lip. “Princess, you have no idea how amazing that was. Feeling you come apart in my arms, hearing you moan my name, your perfect body gripping me so tightly…”
I duck my head, but he tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze.
“I mean it. You’re perfect,” he says. “I’m pretty sure you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
And I’m sure he hasn’t just ruined me for anyone else—he’s utterly wrecked me in ways I didn’t even know were possible.