Chapter 20
Sebastian
The Green Light
“Sebastian...” Evie squirmed under my firm grasp.
“Are you backing out of our deal, Final Girl? We’ve barely started.” I ran my hand over her perfect, round ass, going under her skirt. My fingers slid over her slit, feeling just how damp I’d made her. “If you’d rather kill them all alone...”
I pressed my strained cock against her, letting her feel just what she did to me—just by existing.
I started at her feet and slowly drank her in.
Stilettos. Tattoos. Legs for days. An ass I wanted to sink my teeth and tongue into.
.. I finally reached her curled hair fanning across her back.
I brushed it aside, feeling how soft it was.
She turned to look back, her adorable, clown-painted face wide-eyed and innocent looking.
My cock wept with precum, begging to defile her.
Slowly, I reached for the edges of her panties, slid them over her ass, and dropped them to her thighs.
Nudging them to her ankles, I urged her to lift her feet to step out of them, and I spread her legs.
She let out a sharp cry of surprise and her legs buckled, but my hands flew to her waist. I pulled her back up.
“Now, now, Final Girl...We have such sights to show you..”
Our secret language caught her attention. I dropped to my knees and dragged my hands down her smooth, tanned legs. I stood slowly and took in the sight of her beautifully bare pussy from behind, and my mouth watered.
“We can’t, someone can come in...” Her voice was so soft, it took me a moment to rip my gaze from her to register the tension in her tone.
I went to the door, locking it. For good measure, I dug through my backpack and found my phone. I clicked on my music and turned the volume up.
“Okay, that feels kind of obvious, don’t you think?” Evie stood, panties on the floor, arms crossed.
“What?” I shrugged, feigning innocence—but the grin tugging at my lips gave me away. “I like this song.”
“Doja Cat and a locked door. We basically just shouted what- is going on.”
I tossed my phone onto a chair and returned to her. I dipped down and scooped her up, taking her to the couch against the wall.
“Sebastian!” she squealed, giggling as I set her down and dropped to my knees. I pushed her legs apart and dove between them, smearing my makeup against her thighs. I spread her lips and ran my tongue along her wet and wanting slit. She inhaled sharply, and her hips shifted up encouragingly.
Good girl.
I spread her farther and, feeling bold, slid a finger inside.
We were beyond rehearsing scenes. We weren’t seeing if we could handle this.
We were completely consenting and lusting for each other.
My soaked finger inside her pulsing pussy was proof.
I ran my thumb over her clit in slow circles, teasing her, coaxing an orgasm from her slowly.
I needed her to ask for it, to scream for it.
I needed her to beg.
She grew close, and I shifted to my mouth, and when she tightened again, I stopped and changed movements.
“Sebastian...”
“Nuh-uh, Final Girl.” I came up for air, my gaze flicking to her thighs, now covered in white, red, and black face paint.
I looked up into her eyes then back down.
“I’m not letting you come this easily. I’ve never been so fucking turned on by a clown in my life.
” I groaned as I reached for my cock and rubbed through my pants.
She giggled. “You’re psycho.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Is that what you call me when I’m not around?”
“What if I did?” She turned her head, hiding the flush in her face, but I could see it through the white makeup. I ran my fingers up her pussy slowly, teasing. Spreading her lips just a fraction then pulling back with her arousal on them.
“Do you want more, Final Girl?” I asked, licking her juices off my digits.
“Yes,” she panted, pushing her backside out.
“Then tell me what my nickname is.”
“Psycho Killer,” she whispered.
“Glorious.” I dove back in, pushing two fingers inside her and curving them, now eager to make her scream. “I’m only answering to that when we’re doing this. Understand?”
“Yes,” she panted as she closed her eyes and threw her head back, unraveling in my hands. Her pussy gushed and tensed around my fingers, and I leaned in, lapping up every drop of her cum.
“Fucking beautiful.” I pulled my fingers out and stood, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. She buckled, and I caught her in my arms. She let out a nervous laugh.
“These stilettos are a bit much.”
“I think they make your legs look even sexier.” Using the finger that had just been inside her, I made a circle motion in the air. “Spin back around and hold on to the couch.”
Her lips parted, and I repeated myself.
“Okay.”
“Okay what? Say my name.” I turned her and bent her over.
She reached for the back and gripped it as I raised her dress over her ass.
I ran my hand across it, and my cock pulsed.
Letting her go, I quickly unbuttoned and shoved my pants down my thighs, freeing my cock.
Gripping it, I directed the tip between her glistening pussy lips.
She gasped and squirmed as my head entered her.
“Okay, Psycho Killer.”
“Good girl.” I finished pushing myself inside her tight walls. I bit my lip, taking a steady breath so I didn’t come fast. She was clutching me so tightly I was seeing stars.
“Oh! Condom,” she said.
I slid out of her pussy and thrust back into her, eliciting a small cry.
“You’re the only one I’ve ever been bare with, and I’ve got a clean bill of health. Do you?”
“Yes,” she groaned as I began a slow, torturous rhythm, thrusting in and out, as if we weren’t at work and had all the time in the world.
“Good. I need to feel you completely,” I said, reaching around and tugging on the collar of her dress. It stretched easily, and I pulled it down, along with her bra. Her nipple was already hard. I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger, and she moaned harder, pushing against me.
“Faster, please. Harder,” she pleaded.
I did as requested. Her pussy clenched around me. My balls tightened in anticipation. I was so close, but I needed to wait for her.
“Come on, Final Girl. Come for your Psycho Killer.”
She let out a sharp cry, and her head dropped, grazing the couch as she came, pulsing wildly around me. Her orgasm was my undoing. I came harder than I had in years. I pumped every last drop inside her, needing to mark her as mine.
When I was finished, I stepped back and pulled my pants up, leaving them unbuttoned. I reached for my Final Girl and spun her around. She’d collapsed headfirst when she came. I grinned as I caught sight of my makeup covering her thighs. The evidence of our tryst made my cock jump again.
I could go again.
“Sebastian—” Evie’s face was flushed, her chest rose and fell as she shook her head. “What...”
“Did we just do?” I snickered. “Took one of my shots. Have I convinced you yet?” I stepped back to properly adjust myself in my pants and button back up. I went to the mirror and found my disheveled look quite amusing. The makeup around my mouth and cheeks had been completely rubbed off.
I’d painted her pussy and thighs. If someone were to walk in, it would be obvious what had just occurred between her and I.
“Convinced me of what?” she asked.
I stared at my reflection, still undecided. Would it be better to keep our relationship a secret or let it be known?
“To stay. You know, in Hollywood. With me.” I turned back to her, and she laughed.
“What? Hell no. A—” She stopped herself and looked away from me, suddenly bashful.
Oh, Final Girl, I just had my tongue and cock deep inside you. Why are you shy now?
“We had an agreement. Five for five. You just used one of yours. Now I get one.”
There was a knock on the door, interrupting our imminent argument.
“Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Sebastian! We need to clean up,” Evie hissed, scrambling to pick her panties off the floor.
I rolled my eyes and turned to look for a towel.
“Afraid people will know you’re attracted to me?” I sighed as I began to clean the evidence of the best sex I’d ever had from my face.
“No...”
The knock echoed louder, and Evie hurried to open the door, letting Bryce and Skye in. The pair took one look at us, and despite Evie’s poor attempt at hiding, they exchanged knowing looks and stepped inside to change.
Skye passed by Evie and giggled as she glanced my way.
“I told you. Mine,” she teased.
I smirked, deciding not to say anything as I left to splash water on my face to get the rest of the paint off.
She was right.
Evie was mine.