37. Lilian
Chapter 37
Lilian
I run my hands over my red summer dress, the soft fabric brushing against my skin. My black boots tap in time with the music playing softly in the car. Sebastian’s jacket is draped over my shoulders, his scent wrapping around me like a warm hug, while a blindfold is tied securely over my eyes.
“Are we there yet?” I ask.
“Almost.” His fingers caress my bare thigh. “Relax, princess. You’ll love it.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
The last few weeks have been really good. Sebastian and I have become an actual couple. It’s surreal.
This morning, when he gave me his jacket, I felt like I was walking on air. A simple gesture, that meant the world to me.
I’ve been wearing it all day with a stupid grin on my face .
And then he texted me, saying he was picking me up for a surprise date. Right after my last class, I rushed to my dorm to get ready. I agonized over what to wear, sending pictures in our girls’ chat.
When he arrived, he kissed me until I was breathless and weak in the knees. I couldn’t think, could barely breathe. And then the blindfold.
Now I’m here, nails digging into the leather seat and having no idea where he’s taking me.
It’s crazy to think that weeks ago, I was trying to deny my feelings for him. Trying to push him away because of our family’s history. But we got through it.
And now, I know I made the right choice. Being with him feels right.
I’m falling for him. Hard and fast. It scares me sometimes how much I need him. How much I crave his touch, his kiss, his everything.
But I’m done running. Done hiding from my feelings or letting others decide for me. I want this, want him. And from the way he’s been looking at me, the way he touches me, I know he wants me too.
His fingers disappear, and the car slows to a stop.
“Ready for your surprise?”
I nod eagerly.
Sebastian removes the blindfold, and I blink .
A massive screen towers over a sea of cars, their hoods pointed toward it like sunflowers seeking light, and the scent of popcorn wafts through the air.
“How did you...” I turn to Sebastian.
“I have my ways.”
“You remembered.”
“Of course I did. You think I’d forget something my girl wants?” He leans in close, his lips brushing my ear. “I pay attention to every little detail about you, princess. Look behind us.”
The backseat is filled with pillows and blankets, electric candles casting a warm glow over the cozy space Sebastian created for us.
A watery laugh escapes me. “I can’t believe you did this.”
“Believe it.” He takes my hand, intertwining our fingers. “I’d do anything to see that smile.”
“It’s… perfect.” My eyes brim with unshed tears. “Thank you.”
“I didn’t want to make you cry.”
“They’re happy tears, so it’s fine.” I wipe them away. “So, what movie are we watching?”
“Does it matter?” He raises an eyebrow suggestively.
Oh. OH.
“Stop!” I swat at his chest, but the laugh escapes me anyway.
He catches my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. “Relax, I’m only half joking.”
“Only half? ”
“Mmm.” He tugs me closer, his hands settling on my hips. “Guess you’ll have to wait and see.”
“Guess so,” I murmur.
His lips are a hairsbreadth from mine, and I’m sure he’s going to kiss me, but then a car horn blares, shattering the moment.
“To be continued.” Sebastian chuckles. “Don’t move.”
God, the things he does to me.
He exits the car, circles around, and opens my door with a gallant flourish. I grab his offered hand, and we settle into the backseat-paradise.
“Comfy, princess?” His arm circles my waist.
I bob my head, snuggling against him.
On screen, the opening credits roll, but my attention lingers on my almost-too-perfect boyfriend, observing the shadows flicker over his features.
“Like what you see?” he asks.
My eyes flick back to the movie. “Yeah. The movie is really good.”
His palm rubs soothingly along my hip. “You’re so cute when you get shy, you realize that?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not shy. It’s called being distracted.”
“Oh really?” His fingers dance along my thigh, leaving a track of goosebumps in their wake. “And what exactly is distracting you?”
I catch his hand, interlacing our fingers. “You know exactly what. ”
He brings our joined hands to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “Enlighten me.”
I turn fully toward him, the movie forgotten. “Well, for starters, there’s this really hot guy who brought me to a drive-in movie.”
“Is that so?” His eyes are molten in the dim light.
“Mhm. And he’s being very attentive.”
“Sounds like a real gentleman.”
“Oh, he is. Most of the time.” I bite my lip, holding back a smirk.
His gaze drops. “Only most of the time?”
“Well, he has his moments.”
“Care to elaborate?”
I lean in close, my lips grazing his ear. “Well, sometimes his hands… they have a tendency to wander.”
“Is that a complaint?”
“No.”
“No? Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” I shift closer, swinging my leg over his lap, straddling him.
His hands grab my hips, holding me in place. “You’re driving me crazy, you know that?”
“Good.” My lips brush his. “Because you drive me crazy, too.”
His hands push my dress up. “How crazy?”
“Crazy enough to let you do very inappropriate things to me. In public. ”
“You know what else drives me crazy?”
“What?”
“You in my jacket, princess.” He traces a finger along the sleeve of his varsity jacket. “It’s like having a part of me always wrapped around you.”
“Maybe I should keep it then.”
He chuckles, the sound reverberating through me. “Oh, you definitely should.”
“You won’t mind me keeping it?”
“No.” Sebastian’s hands tighten on my hips, pulling me flush against him. “Because it means you’re mine. And I’m yours.”
“Yours?”
“Mhm.” He nuzzles my neck, his stubble rasping deliciously against my skin. “All mine.”
I tilt my head, giving him better access. “Possessive much?”
“You have no idea.”
A moan escapes me, my hips rocking against his. “Sebastian.”
“Yes, princess?” His voice is rough, strained.
“Kiss me.”
His mouth crashes against mine, hot and demanding, and his hands grab my ass, grinding me down on his hard length, straining against his jeans.
I glance around. We’re tucked away in the far corner of the drive-in, but —
He places open-mouthed kisses along my throat, making me moan.
“We—we should stop,” I say.
“Why? Didn’t you just say you’d let me do inappropriate things to you?”
“Someone could see us.”
He taps on the window beside us. “It’s blackened.” He unbuttons my blouse and tugs my bra down.
My breasts spill free, nipples pebbling in the cool night air. A soft moan eludes me, and he doesn’t waste another second, gliding his fingers beneath the lace, seeking the slick heat between my legs.
“You’re so wet for me already,” he says. “So fucking perfect.”
Heat spreads through my whole body, the sensation kicking out all thoughts of propriety, and I bury my face against his shoulder, trying to muffle my moans.
He growls his approval, plunging two fingers inside me. The delicious friction builds within me, tension coiling tighter and tighter, ready to snap. I’ve never felt so wanton, so exposed. Yet, in his arms, I’m safe.
He crooks his fingers and strokes that sensitive spot, wringing one strangled cry after another from my throat.
I can’t. More. I need…
I reach for the button of his jeans, and his movements falter.
“I need you,” I whisper. “Please.”
His eyes lock with mine, dark with lust, as he withdraws his fingers from my dripping core. He undoes his jeans, freeing his hard cock, and I lick my lips, desire coursing through my veins at the sight.
“I need you too, princess. So fucking much.” He positions me above him. “Take what you need.”
Our eyes lock, breaths mingling, and I sink down onto his hard length, a gasp tearing from my throat as he stretches me deliciously.
“Fuck, Lil.” He groans, his head falling back against the seat. “You feel so good.”
I can barely think, lost in the sensation of him filling me so completely. His hands on my hips guide me, urging me to take him deeper, and I move, rocking my hips, to find a rhythm that has us both panting.
He bends his head to capture a nipple between his teeth, sucking and teasing the sensitive bud. My inner muscles clench involuntarily, wrenching a feral noise from his chest.
“That’s it, ride my cock. Take all of me.” His fingers dig into my skin, and I know there will be bruises tomorrow.
Marks of his passion, his desire for me. And the thought only turns me on more.
I brace my hands on his shoulders and roll my hips, swiveling and undulating. The position lets me take him so deep, hitting all the right places while simultaneously rubbing my clit. I clench around him, and he growls, thrusting up to meet me.
Our bodies slam together, the windows fogging up.
“Sebastian. ”
His hand wraps around my throat, just shy of too tight. “Look at me.”
My gaze snaps to his.
“Do you trust me?”
I nod, my thighs trembling and the pleasure building to an unbearable peak.
We move faster, chasing release.
“That’s right, give yourself to me,” he rasps.
A little more…
“Come for me, princess.”
His words, combined with the mind-numbing pleasure, drive me over the brink with a sharp cry. He hauls me toward him by my throat to claim my lips in a deep, chaotic kiss.
I’m lost in ecstasy, shuddering and trembling. With a few more powerful thrusts, he stiffens, finding his own release, pulsing deep inside.
We stay locked together, both breathing hard. His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and I take it into my mouth, sucking gently. His nostrils flare, and his grip on my hip tightens.
“You’re incredible.” He does another thrust, making me whimper, before removing his hand around my throat.
“So are you.” I nuzzle against his neck, breathing him in. The familiar notes of his cologne soothing me.
It’s like we’re on borrowed time, and every second, the feud between our families could destroy everything. But I don’t want to lose him .
The movie’s over too soon, the credits rolling as Sebastian and I untangle ourselves from the blankets.
He kisses my temple. “Ready to head back, princess?”
“Mmm, yep.”
The drive back to campus is quiet, my hand resting on his thigh, fingers intertwined with his as he steers with one hand.
When we pull up in front of my dorm, Sebastian turns to me, his eyes soft. “I’ll wait here so you can grab your stuff.”
“Okay. I’ll be right back.” I lean in, brushing my lips against his.
But as I’m about to kiss him, a movement catches my eye, and I jerk back.
Uncle Marc?