Chapter Fifteen - Thalia
I’M NERVOUS. LIKE, so nervous, I completely slam into Blake, just like I did the day I met her. She starts to curse before realizing it’s just me again. “Where’s the fire?” she asks, laughing. Wait—Blake? She’s supposed to be with Owen.
I brush myself off, standing up. “Nowhere. Why aren’t you with Owen?” I try to ask this carefully because I’m going crazy with anticipation. I need Owen not to be at the apartment when I get back. I have a sex date.
She eyes me suspiciously. “I’m on my way to meet him now. Are you okay?”
“I’m great…uh, gotta blast,” I joke, smiling. “Call me when you guys are on your way back, okay?”
“Thalia, what are you up to?”
I shake my head, biting my lip to keep from smiling wider. “I’ll tell you later. Take your time, though. There’s no reason to rush. Internships are a big deal, so be sure to ask lots of questions.”
I’m so excited. It’s like Christmas. Who would have thought I’d compare climbing Sebastian fucking Walker like a tree to Christmas. Christmas also happens to be my favorite holiday. Wow, I need to calm down. I cannot compare the two, or I’ll never be able to look at Christmas the same way.
It surprises me to find the living room and the kitchen empty when I get home. I figured he’d be out here. Actually, I don’t know what I expected. Sebastian to be waiting for me naked, wearing a bow for me to unwrap his dick? I shake my head, trying to rid the image from my brain. I really can’t compare them.
I drop off my bag in my room and freshen up before knocking on his door.
When he opens the door, he laughs. “How much caffeine have you had? You’re bouncing like an energized bunny.”
My jaw hangs a little. “You’re unbelievable.” I can’t be the only one excited that this is happening.
Bash leans down and kisses me gently, just like I wished he would have last night. I can’t help but laugh, effectively breaking the kiss. I feel certifiably crazy right now. There’s no way this is really happening.
“Thalia?”
“Yes?”
“Relax. You’re so wound up right now it’s not even funny.”
He’s right. Damn. I never thought I would admit that, even to myself.
Sebastian tugs me completely into the room, shutting and locking his bedroom door. I step forward, kissing him again. I slow down this time, savoring every second of it. This isn’t meant to be rushed. He keeps pace with me, letting me decide how fast or slow this will go. So slow. I’m drawing this out because there’s no possible way I’m leaving this room without thoroughly enjoying myself.
I bring my hand up to cup Sebastian’s jaw, feeling the slight prick of his stubble against my skin as he kisses my neck. “Hey, Bash?” I ask, smiling triumphantly.
“What, Thalia?”
“Change your mind yet?” I ask, and Sebastian shakes his head, smirking as he looks at me.
“No. Have you?”
“Nope.” I rise onto my toes, kissing him again as Bash grabs hold of my hips to pull me flush against him. I can feel how much he wants me. I can also feel a rough outline of his size, and I’m honestly wondering if it will fit. My thoughts are soon replaced with asking myself why I didn’t propose doing something like this sooner. I know the past is unforgivable, but this feels pretty damn awesome.
I moan as Bash drags his teeth over my bottom lip, pulling on it. This is a game of cat and mouse. I back away from his grip as he looks at me cautiously. “Lia?”
Wandering over to his desk, I shut the textbooks, pushing them to the side before climbing on the desk to sit. Over the weekend, I wondered what it’d be like to make out with Sebastian in this position. I toy with the bottom of my shirt, reveling underneath his watchful eye. His eyes widen as I lift it over my head, revealing the top of the lingerie I bought in Paris. I never planned to wear it for anyone, but the satisfaction I feel when his jaw hangs is as empowering as Penelope said it would be. “Cat got your tongue?” I ask, kicking my legs playfully.
Sebastian instantly closes the gap between us, harshly pressing his lips against mine. “You’re trying to kill me.” And then his head drops to my neck as he nips at my skin. “I bite, too, Thalia.”
Hell yes.I hold onto the edge of the desk tightly with one hand and thread my other in his soft hair. His head drops lower as Sebastian traces the edge of my lingerie with his lips, simultaneously slipping his cold fingers under the bottom edge of the fabric.
I nearly jump at the touch, but I can’t even attempt to hide how fast I’m breathing right now. “Bash,” I moan as his entire hand slips under, cupping my breast.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he mumbles against my skin.
This shouldn’t feel good. It’s Sebastian. But at the same time…it’s Sebastian touching me. I don’t know if the forbiddenness makes little touches feel like more, but I’m not complaining. I moan quietly, pulling his hair to guide Sebastian where I want him as I arch my back, letting his mouth take the place of his hands. Fuck. This is just the foreplay.
He teases my nipple with his teeth, proving his statement to be true that he does bite. Just enough to cause a pinch of pain before he soothes it with gentle touches and pressure. Sebastian’s playing with me and has me exactly where he wants me. It’s unfair that I’m this ramped up, and he hasn’t done hardly anything.
I drop my hand to hold onto the desk, and that’s when he pulls away and moves the lingerie back to its original place. There’s a triumphant smirk on his face, and I take the moment to catch my breath and let my mind catch up. He doesn’t give me much of a chance, though. Sebastian pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, showcasing his stupid abs and the V I want to trace with my tongue that leads to the tent in his sweatpants.
“Spend enough time in the gym?” I ask, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I’m unsuccessful at trying to look him in the eyes when his sizable bulge is distracting.
“See something you like?”
I fight the blush creeping across my face, but there’s not really a point in trying to hide it. “I see something you could use help with.”
“If you’re offering,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.
I’m not joking. I think I could put Sebastian in his place and shut him up simultaneously with a blow job. Plus, the idea of tasting him is overwhelming in a way that’s never been appealing before. I slide off the desk, resting my hands on the hot skin of his abdomen to push him backward to the bed. I sink to my knees, pulling his pants with me. “Lia, I was kidding. You don’t need to do that—” Sebastian tries to protest as I sink to my knees, pulling his pants with him. He shuts up immediately when I suck the bead of pre-cum off the tip.
I swirl my tongue around the shaft, resting my hands on his thighs as he moans deeply. His hands tangle into my hair, but doesn’t force me deeper, which I appreciate, because taking all of him might be past my skill level. “Lia,” he groans my name while I happily repay Sebastian for all the taunting and teasing. He’s staring at me in intense amazement, encouraging me to continue.
“I’m not…fucking hell…I’m not going to last,” Bash chokes out, pressing my head down gently. His breathing hitches as I hollow out my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can without choking myself. I like our game of cat and mouse. “Thalia, please.”
Except I don’t stop my attack until he’s practically shaking. All out of our system. That’s what this is for. Sebastian grunts incoherently, spilling himself in my mouth as I fist the portion of his cock I can’t fit. I swallow, pulling back to give him a wicked smile as his eyes widen. Clearly, Sebastian didn’t think we could both play at this game.
Keep it lighthearted. Don’t make this mean anything more than what it is.
I shimmy out of my shorts to be on the same level as Sebastian. “Hope you recover quickly.”
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Believe me, Thalia, I’m looking forward to how you’re going to…how did you put it again? Sebastian, can I please climb you like a tree?” He tries to mimic me, and I laugh easily.
“Perfect.” I smile, taking the opportunity to trace the outline of Sebastian’s defined core. “Don’t forget, you promised me I’d be begging for more, so I hope all the anticipation is worth it.”
Sebastian moves quickly, pushing me on my back, lying across me with his body weight to hold me in place underneath him. It’s stupid how hot he is. It’s really stupid. Why couldn’t Owen have made friends with someone ugly?
“Trust me, you will be, Lia. I’m curious about the placement of your tattoo that I haven’t seen.”
“Oh really? Does it cross your mind often?” I ask, watching as his eyes darken.
“More than it should since you told me about it.”
And then he’s kissing me again. I’m completely at his mercy, and I’m loving it. His tongue explores mine at a slow pace, resembling the same one after he told me to relax.
As Sebastian lies over me, we’re a flurry of limbs in the tangled bedsheets. I’m so glad we have the place to ourselves because I don’t know if I could be quiet if I tried my hardest. I’m worked up enough from anticipation and foreplay that he slides in with little resistance. I bite my lip, trying to mask the sound of my moan, but it slips out anyway. “Are you okay?” Bash asks, his voice sounding deep and strained. I nod, moving my hips as I feel him pulsing inside me. Sebastian gives me a few seconds to get used to his size before moving his hips against mine.
I grasp his shoulders with my hands, my nails dragging slowly as he thrusts upward. “Jesus fucking…” I mumble, hooking a leg over Bash’s waist, feeling him reach a deeper angle. My eyes nearly roll in the back of my head with the movement.
“Thalia, be careful whose name you call out right now,” he warns, the sound of it echoing through my body. I smile as he kisses the soft skin of my throat, and I grind harder against him. This is better than I thought it would be. Better than I dreamed about. And most of all, it’s better than getting myself off. “You take me so fucking well.”
He moves faster, hitting hard and deep. “Sebastian,” I start to say with every intent of completing my thought, but he adds his hand, creating a new wave of pleasure.
“That’s it. Be a good girl and call my name,” he says through clenched teeth, lifting me by my hip to change the angle of penetration.
“Bash, more. I need more.”
“I told you that you’d be begging.” Sebastian immediately stops, and I can feel the hill I’d been climbing slowly start to cede as he stays still.
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask as he continues to use his thumb to rub small circles on my clit. “Why did you stop?”
He smirks down at me, a droplet of sweat carving a path down his chest as I shift impatiently underneath him. It’s not fair how good he feels inside me. It’s really unfair. “Because I want to hear you beg.”
“No!” I blurt out. “That’s not the deal.”
“The deal was one time. I got my orgasm already. If you want yours, use your pretty mouth to beg me to keep using my cock to fuck you the right way.”
My jaw hangs open because I truly cannot believe him. The most infuriating part is how fucking turned on I am. “You’re an asshole,” I hiss, trying to move my hips to force him to apply more pressure to my clit, but he stops entirely.
“I am, but you wanted this, so tell me how much,” he says, holding me in place firmly with both hands. “Come on, Lia. All you have to do is beg,” Sebastian continues playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I’m entirely at his mercy, and he knows it. He’s not unbothered by this. I can see his core clenching with the effort it takes to stay still.
His featherlight touch continues, and I bite my lip. He can’t stay like this forever. He’ll have to move at some point. I can wait it out. Sebastian’s dark eyes are focused entirely on me, showing a different level of discipline that I didn’t realize he had.
“Please,” I grit out, pissed that this man’s dick has me asking for permission to come.
“You can do better than that.” Sebastian pulls his hips back leisurely before reentering at the same pace. My body feels electric. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good. What the fuck?
“Please fuck me. Please let me come. I need to come around your cock. Fuck me, Sebastian,” I beg, twisting the sheets between my fingers.
“I knew you could do it.” I’m instantly rewarded as Sebastian picks a punishing thrusting pace, satisfied with my words. I grab the pillow behind my head, twisting my nipple with my other. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” The sound of the headboard hitting the wall with the force of his body. Holy fuck. I seriously underestimated how good this would be.
“Bash!”
“You feel so good, Lia. I’m so fucking deep inside you. I’ve thought about what this would feel like, but I didn’t think it would be like this,” Sebastian says, applying more pressure with his thumb. “I thought your mouth felt like heaven, but your pussy? Your pussy is taking me perfectly and even better than I imagined. You’re fucking perfect, Thalia.”
Sebastian’s words send me over the brink with the intense stimulation, and I come undone as he leans down to kiss me deeply, silencing my loud moans before he follows.
One time. This was one time. You can’t forget, Thalia. You can’t forget.
I feel like a limp noodle as Sebastian gets up to take care of the condom. I lie flat on the bed, focusing on recovering my breathing, but I honestly don’t know how I’m supposed to get up. I know I need to, but first, my legs need to work correctly, and I don’t trust that they do right now. I don’t want to give Bash the satisfaction, but that might have been the best sex I’ve had. Who knew Sebastian Walker had such a filthy mouth? He climbs into the bed beside me, gently pulling me into his side, tangling us together again.
“Can I ask you something?”
He glances down at me with an ease over his face that I don’t think I’ve seen since we were kids.Of course, that only happens after he’s done fucking the hell out of me. “I guess there’s no better time than the present?” A lock of his dark, messy hair has fallen into his face, and I gently reach up to brush it back. He’s staring at me intensely, and I don’t want to confuse the after-sex high for something other than that. I rest my head on Sebastian’s chest, inhaling his scent of warm cedar deeply.
“You said you think about me. How often?”
Bash lets out a short chuckle as he starts to play with my long hair. “Way more than I should. You’re my best friend’s little sister. I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to think about you like this.”
“And you’re my brother’s best friend. I don’t think I’m supposed to think of you like this either,” I say honestly, and I laugh incredulously. “You actually made me beg.”
His eyes feel like they’re burning holes through me. “Yes. I did.” It’s a simple answer, but I can’t help but smile. “Did you enjoy it?”
I shouldn’t have, but I did. I lift my head to look at him, biting my lip before copying his answer. “Yes. I did.”
Sebastian lets out a throaty laugh, pulling me easily to lie on top of him, distracting me. “I swear you’re trying to kill me.”
“Can’t give away my hidden agenda so soon. Aren’t you tired?” I tease him, and he leans up to kiss me again instead of responding. It’s friendly and easy. It feels good. Being with Sebastian feels good.
“What am I going to do with you?” he asks quietly, brushing a thumb over my cheek. I want to lean into his touch, but that’s admitting defeat. This was one time. That’s all it can be.
I pull my head away from his hand to rest my cheek against the bare skin of his chest. I close my eyes, and I let myself think for a second that this is what Sebastian and I could have been like if I hadn’t messed everything up. Except I did.
“Nothing. You’re going to do nothing,” I say softly.
It’s the truth. I inhale deeply, lifting my head to peel my body from his. I don’t bother trying to cover myself. He’s seen me and more.
I grab my shirt from where it lies on the ground next to the desk before pulling it over my head. Sebastian sits up in the bed just as my phone starts to ring. It’s just Blake, telling me that she and Owen are done with looking at her potential internship.
“They’ll be back soon.” I can’t look at him.
“Thalia.”
I push a smile on my face. “Sebastian.” It’s a good thing Blake and Owen are coming back. It makes keeping the promise of this as one time a whole lot easier. It’s too tempting to stay.
“Lia, you don’t have to go yet.”
“This was fun; thank you for agreeing to the one time. Consider a ceasefire in place.” I leave before Sebastian says something else that could change my mind.
I go immediately to the bathroom and turn the shower on so I can rid the smell of sex and Sebastian from my body. It would be so much easier to consider this a system reset if he hadn’t made such an impression. I’m pretty sure I have imprints from his hands and kisses. I should have just left it alone.
If I hadn’t messed everything up a year and a half ago, who knows where we’d be right now?