Chapter 19 Lydia
Lydia
Seb’s lips crashed into mine. He wasn’t soft or gentle as he dominated my mouth.
A sense of urgency filled the air around us.
My lips parted on an inhale, and he invaded my mouth, his tongue commanding mine.
My knees wobbled, and I had to wrap my arms around Seb’s neck for support.
Only he could make me literally weak in the knees, damn Seb.
Before I could comprehend what was happening or climb him like a tree, he pulled away. His breaths were coming in ragged puffs, his usually light brown eyes dark with desire.
“You are a fucking minx, little wild.”
“I’m not up for games, Seb. Either you want me, or you don’t.”
His jaw clenched, and he held himself up with his arm on the wall behind me, his head bent to look down at me, but he was still too far away.
“It’s not that easy.” His voice sounded strained, not unlike the zipper of his pants.
“Why not?”
“Your brothers feel like my brothers.”
“And do you think of me like your sister? Because I don’t consider you one of my brothers, I can assure you of that.”
“No.” He slowly shook his head. His thumb lightly brushed the side of my face. “I think of you like the one who broke me. I’m pretty sure I was cursed that night. I took something from you I didn’t deserve, and I’ve never been able to find that feeling ever since.”
“You didn’t take anything from me. I gave it to you. And if I was mature enough to talk to you about what I heard, maybe we wouldn’t have had to wait eleven years to get here,” I said. “If here is somewhere you even want to be.”
His face had moved closer to mine as we talked.
I had to tilt my head up to look him in the eye.
His masculine scent enveloped me in a heady swirl of cologne, beer, and pheromones.
I wanted Sebastian with every cell in my body, even more than I wanted him that night eleven years ago.
Everything had happened so fast back then, but this time was different.
This time, I wasn’t a naive girl with no life experiences.
This time, I knew what I wanted and what I didn’t. And I wanted Sebastian Devereux.
“You have no idea how hard it is to stay away from you.”
I stroked the bulge in his pants, eliciting a growl that shot straight to my center as he held himself taut in front of me.
I was more revved up than I had ever remembered feeling.
If Seb wasn’t going to give me what I needed, I was going to grab a toy and do it myself. Loudly, just to fuck with him.
“I have some idea,” I teased.
He thrust his hips into my hand, and in a flash, his lips found mine again.
This time, I took control of the kiss. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and closed my teeth around it, pulling him toward me.
Seb grabbed behind my thighs and lifted me onto his waist, pressing my back into the wall while we fought for control.
I ran my fingers through his thick, dark hair, scratching my nails across his scalp.
Every sound, every breath, every thrust was making it harder and harder to form a coherent thought.
Seb slipped my tank’s strap off my shoulder and pulled the fabric down, exposing my braless breast. He licked a path around my nipple.
My head fell back against the wall, the sensitive peaks desperate for his touch.
I tried not to moan as the feel of his hard cock pressed into my pussy and his mouth latched onto my nipple, his teeth clamping down in a deliciously painful way.
He flicked my wet nipple with his tongue.
I couldn’t hold back anymore. I whimpered his name and pulled his head up so I could kiss him again.
My mind was a blissful, blank slate when he touched me like this. There was no room for self-doubt and guilt. For overthinking or being self-conscious. There was only Sebastian and the feeling of being in his arms.
He slowly dropped my legs to the floor, wrapping his arm around my waist to drag me close to him.
“Get back in my bed,” he growled. “Naked, this time.” He swatted my ass with a smirk.
“Who said I haven’t already been naked in your bed.” I winked, pulling him by his shirt to the bedroom.
His eyes flashed with heat as he grabbed the back collar of his shirt and pulled it over his head.
He let it drop to the floor, and I did the same with my tank.
He came toward me with a promising glint in his eyes.
I thought he was going to kiss me, but he didn’t.
Instead, he picked me up by the waist and tossed me onto the bed unceremoniously.
I laughed as my body bounced twice on the mattress.
Seb grabbed my foot and dragged me to the edge of the bed, manhandling me. For some reason, I didn’t mind when he did it. I knew that if I wanted him to stop, he would. He was bigger, stronger, more commanding… but he wouldn’t hurt me. Certainly not physically.
He cupped my sex over the thin fabric of my shorts, creating friction that I desperately needed. A few minutes just like this would push me over the edge, but I wanted so much more than a teenage dry-hump session.
I grabbed his hand and slid it under the waistband of my shorts. His fingers made quick work of spreading through my arousal.
“I have spent all fucking day dreaming of your taste in my mouth. Licking it off my fingers wasn’t good enough for me. I need you on my tongue.”
I lifted my hips to allow him to pull off my shorts. After he dropped them on the floor, he kissed a trail up my leg. Stopping at his tattoo, he placed a kiss to the lioness too. His eyes flicked up to meet mine with a possessive sort of pride.
His tongue slicked through my pussy, flicking my clit in a few hard strokes, before he sucked it into his mouth.
I nearly screamed with pleasure at the onslaught of sensations.
He licked and sucked, licked and sucked until I was writhing.
My hips rolled to meet his tongue, desperate for more. For everything.
“Don’t be greedy, Lydia. This is my time.” Seb’s low voice was full of dirty desire. He pressed a hand on my lower abdomen and mercilessly fucked my pussy with his tongue.
“Holy shit. Seb, I’m going to—” I screamed out as white lights flashed in my eyes, and every muscle in my body tensed with my climax. Seb’s tongue licked me clean before he got to his feet and stood over my limp body. The ink covering his arms danced as his biceps tensed in restraint.
“Move up on the bed.”
I crawled myself backward, Seb following my lead on a prowl.
His broad chest was scattered with thin, soft hair.
He was so masculine, so dominant. I cupped his erection through his boxers and slipped my hand beneath his waistband.
He was so much bigger than I remembered.
His thickness made my pussy weep with anticipation.
“Lay back, Lydia.” His eyes simmered with dark desire.
“No. It’s my time now.” I continued to stroke him with one hand as I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his face to mine.
If he had any issue with my refusal, he didn’t say so while he had his tongue down my throat.
He pulled his boxers off without breaking our kiss and kicked them onto the floor.
With a groan, he pulled away from me and lightly pressed me back onto the mattress.
“It is your turn, little wild. Open your mouth.”
My eyes flashed with heat as I obeyed his command.
He positioned himself over me and swiped his cock over my lips.
The salty, musky taste of his precum was a heady tease.
I licked up his shaft and circled my tongue around his tip.
A pained groan escaped his lips. I wanted to make him feel so good.
But it was more than that. I wanted to own him in a way that made him lose himself to me.
I wasn’t in a position of control with his heavy body hovering over my smaller frame, but I could take that control back.
I opened my mouth and let him drag his cock over my tongue a few times before I sealed my lips around him and sucked him hard. His moan of appreciation spurred me on. I bobbed my head over his cock until he pulled out of my mouth.
“Fuck, little wild. I’ve dreamed of this sinful mouth around my dick so many times, and none of that prepared me for the real thing.”
I licked the seam between his balls, swirling my tongue around them with exaggerated slowness. “How many of those times was it just as a means of shutting me up? Do I need to start bitching at you to get you to fuck my face?” I was baiting him, and he loved it.
A sexy smirk pulled at his lips as he eased his cock into my mouth again.
My heart rate climbed, and my pussy pulsed with renewed desire, as if she wasn’t trembling just a minute ago with complete satisfaction.
I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked him to the back of my throat.
He fucked my mouth so good. I gagged on his thick shaft, coating him in my spit.
Seb pulled out, his hand stroking my hair away from my face as he fought to take a breath.
He looked upon me in admiration, and my insides lit up with pride.
I hadn’t felt like this in longer than I could remember.
This overwhelming need to pleasure my partner, to experience the moment together, to be connected.
Without thinking, I surged up and grabbed Seb’s face, bringing my lips to his.
It was only as the taste of my own orgasm hit my tongue that I realized he probably tasted himself on me.
“Sorry. I’m sorry. I just needed to kiss you.” I wiped his mouth with my thumb, as if that would help get the taste of himself out of his mouth.
He grabbed my finger, holding me still. “What the fuck are you sorry for?”
“No guy wants to taste themselves,” I chuckled awkwardly.