Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SASHA
When we reach the landing upstairs, Sebastian smooths my hair away and cradles my cheeks, gazing at me like I’m something precious.
Someone precious.
He rubs my nose with his own and kisses the corner of my mouth, a delicate gesture so at odds with the fiery need surging beneath my skin. It’s a break in the burn between us, a quiet moment I could use as an excuse to leave, but it only serves to make me want him more.
I seize his shirt and wrench his mouth to mine.
We stumble into Sebastian’s bedroom tearing at each other, a mess of kisses and grabby hands. I barely have time to blink before he rips off my jumper and his hungry gaze locks on my chest, my nipples pink and visible through the mint lace bra.
“Fuck.” His mouth parts the second he cups and teases the weight of my breast, seeming mesmerised with every lift and squeeze. “Your tits are phenomenal.”
“I know.”
His breathy laugh skitters across my skin as he brushes my nipple with his thumb, over and over. He flits between that and my face, checking, eager, for my reaction. There’s something methodical about the action, like he’s testing a hypothesis of how best to drive me wild, but there’s nothing method about the sensation or the way the friction of the lace adds to the mix.
I throw my head back and moan. “Sebastian!”
“Say my name like that again.”
If he keeps this up, I’ll chant it over and over. “You have to do something to warrant it.”
“I see how it is. Like this?”
He yanks down the cup of my bra and pinches my nipple hard enough to draw out a shuddery gasp.
Yes.
Just like that.
“You can do better than that,” I tell him.
“Oh, you have no idea.”
He ducks to kiss me there, but growls instead, a bite of irritation in the sound. Either I’m too short or he’s too tall, and I’m not close enough to do what he wants, what he needs. What I need. He grabs under my ass and lifts me, evening out our heights so he can better suck and tease.
“So good,” I whisper, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I’m a big girl and this is the first time I’ve had this, a man with this kind of strength and power, and the ease with which he manhandles me turns me on more and more. I writhe without rhythm, searching for friction or relief, but all he does is suck harder.
He sounds gluttonous with it, like I’m his favourite meal.
Shoulders. Back. Hair. I grab them all, unsure what to do with my myself or my hands, and the red-hot pleasure coursing through my veins. I’m electric and alive, unravelled by it all.
Sebastian senses my urgency as he pulls away with a pop, fists my hair and forces me to look at him. “I’m gonna make an absolute mess of you.”
My pussy clenches. “Do your worst.”
“No, I’m gonna do my best here. Only the best for you.”
With one long searching look, he smashes our mouths together again. A tangle of tongues, clacking teeth and moans, pure passion as we kiss and kiss because he can’t get enough and neither can I.
Eventually, Sebastian carries me to bed and lowers me to the mattress with the kind of control and athleticism I’ve never witnessed before. He strips off his clothes, watching me watch him the entire time.
Excitement burns and the anticipation builds, and I’m struck with the need to touch myself, get myself off to the glorious display of man in front of me. His broad chest is peppered with dark hair and the lingering musculature of a man once in his athletic prime. His stomach curves out a bit, and he’s not as defined as he probably was in his rugby heyday, but if this is what they mean by dad bod, then fucking hell, hello daddy…
“What’s got you smiling like that?” Sebastian asks.
“I’m just admiring you.”
“Yeah?” His voice deepens, more gruff sounding than ever. “You like what you see?”
“Very much so.”
“Me too. You’re so fucking beautiful you take my breath away.”
He cages over me, staring up the length of my body as he breathes a kiss to the skin above the waistband of my jeans, and loosens the button.
My giggle slips into a moan as he licks at my belly button where it caves in slightly between my stomach rolls, and any self-consciousness I occasionally feel about that area disappears when Sebastian palms me there with real intent, teasing the flesh laced with stretch marks, staring at me like I’m the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
“I can’t get enough of you.”
The feeling is mutual…
But my words are lost to another moan as he kisses a path upwards, taking a brief detour to tear down the other cup of my bra, furious it’s in his way. He uses the underwire to prop my tits on display like works of art, then fondles each nipple with his tongue and grazing teeth until they’re wet and puckered and?—
“Sebastian, please.”
He cuts me off with a growl, fusing our mouths together, the connection all too brief before he pulls away, peels off his boxers and lets them fall to the floor.
My eyes widen at the thickness of his cock, the sheer length of him fully erect in front of me.
It is true what they say.
Big feet, big hands…
My pussy contracts at the thought of all that girth and length stretching me open, working inside me, and Sebastian’s smug grin tells me he knows exactly what’s on my mind. He squeezes his cock, pumps a couple of times, and thumbs at the pre-cum beading at his tip, dark pink and swollen.
My mouth waters.
I lick my lips.
A wild, roughened groan rumbles in Sebastian’s throat before he wrenches off my jeans and underwear in one smooth sweep.
“Look at you,” he whispers.
He studies every roll, every crease, then drops to one knee and yanks at my ankles until my ass meets the edge of the bed.
“Wait, wait, wait.” I prop up onto my elbows. “Should you be doing that with your bad knee?”
Sebastian softens, seeming touched, and kisses the inside of my ankle. “Pass me a pillow then.”
By the time his knees are appropriately cushioned, I’m breathless and trembling with want as he spreads my legs, props my feet on the wide scope of his back, and mouths at the soft flesh of my inner thigh. He bites at the other side too, and inhales deeply—there’s something filthy about it, like the scent of me gets him off.
“Nothing’s gonna stop me from eating this pretty cunt,” he says, then buries his mouth there.
I almost levitate off the bed.
The hum of his chuckle makes me quiver, and he breaks away to murmur, “You taste incredible.”
“I didn’t tell you to stop!”
Delighted by my bossiness, Sebastian gets back to work, gliding his tongue up and down the length of my pussy. I squirm and fist the sheets, my movements mindless as he circles and sucks, laves and soothes. There’s no pattern to the way he eats me out. He’s all instinct and intuition. One moment he licks deep, the next he bites at my labia, then batters my clit with his tongue, sucking it into his mouth with a strength that makes me twitch.
He slides a finger in then, bringing his thumb into it too, smearing all my wetness around and making an absolute mess of me, as promised. He bites out a curse every now and then, and I jerk at the sensation of him two fingers deep.
No .
He slides them out and then back in.
I’m fully stretched by three now.
“Fuck,” he grits out, powered by the hot, wet sound. “Do you think you could take four, huh? I think you could. I bet I could get my fist in here.”
“Oh my god,” I shriek, fluttering around him. “Sebastian!”
My back arches and doesn’t stop.
“Make yourself busy and play with those perfect tits.”
A synchronised groan echoes between us as I pinch both nipples and Sebastian thrusts hard, his muscles flexing as he really lets me have it. The headboard bangs against the wall, and I lose time to the rhythmic sound and the burning build of my orgasm until I’m coming all over him, and a burst of wetness coats his hand.
“Jesus. I can’t wait to feel you clenching around my dick,” Sebastian tells me before sucking all those fingers into his mouth.
“You’re filthy, aren’t you?”
“That a problem?”
I grab his wrist, and work my mouth down the entire length of his middle finger, slowly releasing it with a satisfying pop. “If it is, it’s one I’m willing to have.”
Sebastian beams in delighted surprise, then grabs a condom from his bedside table. I’m no virgin but nerves flare as he rips the packet open with his teeth, spits out the foil, and rolls it down his thick, hard length. Thicker than I’ve ever had. He hovers over me, cradled by my thighs, and doesn’t give me the chance to catch my breath as he swipes the head of his cock through my wet flesh.
His eyes flutter shut.
Back and forth, he pants with it, then lines himself up and pushes inside, slow and steady while I get used to the delicious stretch.
I’ve never felt anything like it.
My eyes close at the overwhelming fullness, being filled to the brim, but Sebastian grabs my face and says, “Look at me when I’m inside you.”
As if I’ll look anywhere else now.
I whisper his name in a plea of desperation, and then he’s pulling all the way out and teasing me a little before he shoves himself back in. I claw at his chest and arms, digging little crescent moons into his skin as he sets up a pace that would be punishing if there wasn’t such awe in his eyes.
“That’s it, there it is,” he mutters as I purposely clench around his cock. “That is so fucking good.”
He powers inside me with deep thrusts hard enough to make my breasts bounce and the bed shake. Gaze greedy, there’s something feral, snarl-like about the set of his mouth, and he doesn’t look away as he slams into me over and over until I’m whimpering gibberish, rocking my head side to side.
I need more, I need more, I need everything.
“Fuck me,” I tell him. “Fuck me harder.”
Sebastian groans.
I squeeze the round cheeks of his ass, loving the feel of his muscles contracting. I press down on all that flesh and lift my hips to meet his, shoving deeper every time.
Sebastian makes a desperate-sounding noise at the first flutterings of my orgasm, and grunts out, “Touch that hard little clit for me.”
Right now I’d do anything he says, so I work a hand between us, circling my wet and swollen clit while Sebastian doesn’t let up the relentless pace inside me. My whole body seizes moments later, and I scream and shudder and gush all over him until he tenses and groans through his own shaky release.
He’s slumped over me when I come back to earth, his breath skating across the tips of my breasts in harsh pants. I don’t know what day or time it is, and I’m pretty sure I forgot my own name, but I feel incredible.
Alive.
“Well,” I say, mouth parched. “I really fucking needed that.”
Sebastian lifts his head to look at me and laughs.
I match his smile, somehow finding the strength to trace the fine lines deepening around his eyes. “Wanna go again?”
“I’m gonna need some recovery time, sweetheart.” He paws at the meat of my thigh, squeezing the flesh like he can’t get enough of the sensation, the feel of my skin warm in his hands. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
“Psssh. You’re too young to be acting that old. Where’s your positive thinking?”
Another chuckle. “I’m not thinking much at all right now, and neither should you.”
“Hmm.” I scrape my nails down his back, digging into the flesh at his sides. He’s mostly solid, but there’s a bit of a love handle to cling to as he thrusts inside me, and something about that turns me on all over again.
“Do you think your brain might return to its rightful place in maybe twenty minutes?” I ask.
He rocks inside me, a gentle, teasing thrust that feels like a promise, and makes me gasp and clench around him all over again.
“Give me thirty minutes, tops.”