17. Sebastian
Chapter 17
Sebastian
Heat surges through me at her admission. I crush my mouth to hers, kissing her with a hunger and urgency I’ve never felt before. She returns my passion tenfold, popping the button of my jeans and tugging down the zipper. Her eyes glint up at me through her lashes, and she sinks to her knees before me with her half-opened robe.
“Lil.”
“Shh. Please let me do this for you.”
“You sure, princess?”
In response, she pulls down my pants and boxers, exposing my hard cock. She brushes the tip with her lips, licking and kissing it tenderly.
Fuck.
My cock throbs under her skilled ministrations, her tongue swirling and lapping at my shaft. I tangle my fingers in her silky hair, guiding her mouth where I need it most.
“Just like that, princess.” My head falls back against the chair.
She takes me deeper, her hot little mouth enveloping me in blissful suction. My hips flex of their own accord, seeking more. I’m lost to the sensation, to the sight of her on her knees for me and those lush lips stretched around my cock. It’s a vision straight out of my fantasies.
“You have no idea what you do to me.” My grip on her hair tightens. “How many nights I’ve dreamed of this, of you.”
She hums around me, the vibrations shooting sparks of pleasure up my spine. I curse under my breath, struggling to maintain control. I don’t want to scare her off by being too rough, but goddamn, she’s making it difficult. Her submission and devotion fuel it. But even more than that, it’s the depth of emotion behind her actions that leaves me reeling.
As if sensing my restraint, she redoubles her efforts, taking me to the back of her throat. Her muscles flutter around the head of my cock, and I nearly lose it right then and there.
“Lil, you gotta stop.” I tug at her hair. “I’m gonna come if you keep that up.”
She releases me with an obscene pop, her lips shiny with saliva and pre-cum. “Isn’t that the point?”
I cup her jaw, my thumb tracing the seam of her mouth. “Not like this. When I come, I want to be buried inside you, want to feel your sweet little pussy squeezing me dry.”
Her pupils dilate, a flush staining her cheeks. “Then what are you waiting for?” Bold. Challenging.
Fuck, I love it when she’s feisty.
I haul her up with me and bend her over the desk, sweeping the plate and papers to the floor with a clatter.
“This what you want, princess?” I grind against her ass, letting her know how hard I am for her through the fabric of her robe. “Want me to fuck you right here?”
She whimpers, pressing back against me. “Do it. Please. ”
I’ve never been able to deny her when she begs so sweetly.
I yank her bathrobe open, baring her naked body to my greedy gaze. Fucking hell, she’s not wearing anything underneath. Her folds are glistening, already slick and ready. For me. Because of me.
I don’t waste any time, positioning my painfully throbbing cock at her entrance and thrusting home in one smooth stroke. She cries out, her fingers scrabbling for purchase on the smooth surface of the desk.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” My hands dig into her hips, and I penetrate her, setting a hard, fast pace that has her whimpering and mewling beneath me.
The desk creaks with each snap of my hips, the lewd slap of skin on skin filling the room. I’m drunk on her, on her pussy, gripping me like a glove.
“Sebastian,” she pants.
“That’s it, princess. Take it.” I punctuate each word with a sharp thrust, driving into her harder, deeper. “Fucking take it.”
She pushes back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke.
“Good girl.” So fucking eager, so responsive. I skate a hand up her spine to grip the nape of her neck, holding her in place as I rail into her.
My balls draw up tight, the pressure building at the base of my spine. I’m close, teetering on the razor’s edge. But I’ll be damned if I finish before her.
Bracing one hand on the desk, I reach beneath her with the other, seeking out her clit. She jolts when I find it, rubbing quick, rough circles over the sensitive nub.
“Come for me.” My breath is hot against her ear. “I want to feel your sweet pussy squeezing my cock.”
She writhes beneath me, her moans growing louder, more desperate. Her insides tighten, her body tensing like a coiled spring .
“Be a good girl.” I pinch her clit, my thrusts growing more erratic. “Fucking come for me.”
Her orgasm crashes over her, her pussy spasming wildly around my cock, milking me for all I’m worth. The force of it nearly buckles my knees, pleasure sizzling through my veins like lightning. I empty myself inside her with a final, brutal thrust.
I can’t move, can’t think, can only feel. Feel her trembling beneath me, feel the aftershocks rippling through her body. Feel the way she molds to me, so soft and warm and perfect.
I know we have a lot to figure out. A lot of wounds to mend. But right now, all that matters is her. Her body, her heart, her very soul. She belongs to me. And I belong to her. Always have, always will.
Fuck. What this woman does to me…
I press a kiss to her shoulder, tasting the salt of her sweat on my tongue. “You okay?”
Her breathing is ragged. “Yeah. I’m… wow.”
“Wow, huh?” A chuckle rumbles in my chest. “Guess I haven’t lost my touch.”
She cranes her neck to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes hazy and sated. “Definitely not.”
I brush a tender kiss to her lips before easing out of her and helping her stand on wobbly legs.
She rests her head on my chest, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her close. This. It’s more than sex, more than physical pleasure. It’s… everything.
I’m done running, done pretending. I want her, all of her. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make her mine again. For real this time. No more games, no more lies, no more pretending. Her and me, building something real. Something that lasts .
I draw her in for another kiss, my tongue delving into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. I’m getting lost in her again, the feel of her, and the little mewls she makes.
And then my fucking phone buzzes.
I try to ignore it, but Lil pulls back. “It might be important.”
I glance at the screen. Dad. Of course. I hit ignore and turn back to her with a smirk. “Now, where were we? I believe I was promised a second round.”
She opens her mouth to respond, but the phone rings again. Goddamn it.
“You should take it,” she says softly.
“I’ll call him back later.”
She shakes her head. “I’d feel bad. Take it now.”
I arch a brow. “If I take it now, you’ll let me do whatever I want after?”
Her pupils dilate, and she nods.
Fuck yes.
I snatch up the phone. “What?”
“Did you fix it?” Dad asks. “How did it go?”
“Didn’t Marcus already come running to you?” I tuck myself back into my joggers.
“Did you fix it?”
I’m about to launch into the details when I catch sight of Lil out of the corner of my eye. She lies on the couch, combing her fingers through her tousled hair with her robe in place. The simple gesture is far more seductive than it has any right to be.
Everything crashes. Our little game of pretend disrupted by the real world. I’m back to my room in college, looking at the pages of proof my father brought. What if this is a trick to get information again? Eavesdropping? Gather intel on the company? Is that why she wanted me to take this call?
I try to shove the thought away. This is Lil. She wouldn’t…
But the doubt is there now, insidious and gnawing. She so easily agreed to this peace. Letting me fuck her.
She glances up, catching my gaze, and something flickers in her eyes. Uncertainty? Guilt?
Fuck. I can’t think straight.
Dad’s impatient voice crackles through the phone. “Sebastian? Are you there?”
I drag a hand over my face. “Yeah, I’m here. Listen, can I call you back? I’m in the middle of something.”
“In the middle of what? What could be more important than—”
“I said I’ll call you back.” I end the call before he can protest and toss the phone aside.
Lil sits up, concern etched on her face. “Is everything okay?”
Is she deceiving me? No. All I see is the woman I love, the woman I’d do anything for.
The woman who has the power to destroy me.
“Sebastian?” She reaches for me, but I shrink back.
“Why did you want me to take that call?”
She blinks, confusion clouding her features. “What? I… I didn’t want you to blow off your dad because of me.”
“You sure that’s all it was?”
“What are you…? I don’t understand.”
I hate myself for thinking it. But I have to know. “Were you trying to get information? About the deal?”
“Why?” She recoils. “How can you even ask me that? You know I would never do that. ”
“Do I? I thought I knew a lot of things about you. But maybe I was wrong.”
“Fuck you.” Her lips tremble, and she pushes to her feet. “Fuck you for thinking I—”
I catch her wrist, yanking her to me before she can storm off. Kissing her. Trying to convey everything I can’t with words. So she knows how important she is to me. How much I need her. How much it hurts to do this.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper against her lips. “I didn’t mean—”
“Yes, you did.” She wrenches free of my grip. “You don’t trust me. You never have.”
“That’s not true.” But even as I say it, I know it’s a lie.
Because deep down, in the darkest, most broken parts of me, I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Always waiting for her to leave me because of what I did. To choose her family, to choose Jason. But I will find a way.
Because losing her? It’s not an option.
“I can’t do this.” Tears shimmer in her eyes. “I can’t keep paying for mistakes I made years ago.”
“Lil, please. Don’t go. Let’s talk about this.”
But she’s already walking away, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.
And I’m left standing there, my chest aching and my mind reeling, wondering how the fuck I managed to screw this up so badly.
Again.
I slam my fist into the wall, pain exploding through my knuckles. But it’s nothing compared to the agony ripping through my chest.
How could I be so fucking stupid? To let my own insecurities and trust issues ruin the best thing that’s ever happened to me ?
Again.
I lay my forehead against the cool plaster, squeezing my eyes shut.
I had her.
She was mine again.
The image of Lil’s tear-stained face is seared into my brain, the hurt and anger in her eyes.
I should go after her. Beg for forgiveness. Make her understand that it’s not her I don’t trust, it’s myself. My own ability to be the man she deserves.
I can’t make my feet move. Can’t seem to find the words to fix this.
A bitter laugh escapes me. Sebastian Barron, master of charm and persuasion, rendered speechless. If only the business world could see me now.
No. I won’t let it end like this. I won’t let my own demons destroy the one pure, good thing in my life.
My phone buzzes again.
What now?