Chapter 23 Sebastian
TWENTY-THREE
SEBASTIAN
Staring at Annalise and her lust-filled eyes is something I’ll never take for granted.
I want nothing more than to bring her back to the cabin and spend hours worshiping her.
I run my fingers through her hair, loving the way it feels between my fingers.
I lean down and place a soft kiss on her lips, wanting the gravity of my words to set in.
I’ve laid it all out for her. Told her how I feel, even if she’s not there yet.
Her eyes flutter closed with each pass of my hand through her hair, a soft, content sigh leaving her. One last pass of my hand through her hair, and I trail my hand down her arm and link my fingers with hers, taking a step back and start heading to back to the cabin.
Back at the cabin, I lead her into the living room and help her settle on my lap. She comes with me, leaning into me as I hold her, both of us lost in our thoughts.
After a few minutes, she pulls back and asks, “Play a game with me?”
“Of course.”
“So it’s not really a game, but I was thinking we could tell each other little truths we might not know about each other. It’s been so long, and I’ve missed so much of your life.”
I grin at her. “I’ll take any opportunity to learn more about you.”
“Wanna go first?” she asks, rolling her lips.
I tip my head back, trying to pick something to tell her. “I have a fake social media account,” I say.
She quirks her head in curiosity.
“When we left here after that trip, you blocked me on everything. I made a fake account to get whatever updates about you I could get.”
“I kind of like knowing that you still wanted to know about me after that trip.”
“I was so mad I had to back away from you that night. I wanted to pull you into a dark room and show you I felt the same way you did. It was like a stab to the gut when I went online and couldn’t find you.
I immediately made a new account. It was hard at times.
It seemed like you had zero care we weren’t speaking anymore. ”
She shakes her head. “I cared. It took me months to feel somewhat normal. It wasn’t until Walker left for university that I didn’t feel this constant empty feeling.
Every time he walked in the door, I’d wonder if you were coming with him.
I was always worried I’d have to face that rejection again.
” She runs her fingers through my hair. “I was grateful you kept your distance from our house, though. At the time, I thought it was because you were worried I’d try to kiss you again or say something, but I’m realizing now it’s because you were in pain. ”
I twist my head and kiss her palm. “Your turn,” I whisper.
She sighs. “I stopped eating hot dogs after that Christmas. Every time I’d try, I’d remember you in our backyard in the summer roasting them before making some elaborate thing, piled with so many different ingredients. I always need to eat burgers when we do barbeques now.”
My lips curl up at the corners. “Glad to know I left an impression.”
Her fingers continue playing with the ends of my hair, her smile matching mine. “You’ve always left an impression,” she says.
My finger slowly drags up her arm, and I ask, “You want a less than decent admission?”
“Always.”
My fingers move higher up her arm, across her shoulder, up her cheek and tuck a piece of stray hair behind her ear.
“That night, when I was in the shower, the reason I was in there so long was because I was jerking off to the thought of kissing you. It’s not the only time, though.
I’ve done it every night of this trip that I didn’t spend in your bed. ”
She leans in, her lips just grazing the shell of my ear as she whispers, “I’ve spent every night since we’ve been here with my fingers or a vibrator between my legs thinking about what it would be like to be filled by your cock. You far exceeded expectations.”
I’m hard as a rock. There’s no way I can sit here thinking about all the times I’ve fisted myself with images of Annalise in my mind and not be hard, but add Annalise’s words, and I’m damn near on the verge of coming in my pants.
She nips at my ear, and one of my fantasies flashes through my mind, and I decide to tell her all about it.
“I’ve had a very specific fantasy about you since we’ve been here,” I say.
She hums, running her nose along my jaw, her teeth barely scraping over the skin and sending goosebumps down my neck and arms. “Don’t leave me hanging,” she purrs in a way that has me getting even harder.
I let out a long breath, gathering myself as she continues to tease me, and say, “I’ve thought about you riding me in front of that tree. Watching your perfect fucking tits bounce as you ride my cock and the tree lights dance across your skin.”
Her breath hitches at my words, and I know they’ve had an effect on her.
She slowly slides off my lap, and the look she gives me is absolutely sinful.
She slowly pulls her top off, revealing a red lace bra that holds her tits perfectly, her nipples pressing against the material, begging to be released.
I’m awestruck as she slowly pushes her leggings down, exposing her matching red thong.
“Why don’t we make that fantasy come true, because something tells me we’ll both thoroughly enjoy it.”
She doesn’t need to say anything more. I’m off the couch, stripping out of my clothes, doing my best to not fall on my ass as I take my pants off.
When I’m naked, she slowly saunters towards me, gripping my cock as she looks at me through her lashes. Her voice is soft as she says, “I have a little fantasy, too.”
My head falls back as she tightens her grip on me. “Tell me,” I moan.
“I want to get on my knees and have you fuck my mouth in front of this tree.”
Without another word, she drops to her knees, licking me from base to tip, flicking her tongue over the slip, gathering the pre-cum leaking out.
My hand instinctively threads through her hair, and she smiles up at me, wrapping her lips around the head.
My thighs tighten as I try not to thrust into her mouth.
She bats her lashes as she slowly takes more. I can’t help it, my hips jerk, and a look of satisfaction fills her eyes. My girl loves knowing how she affects me.
“You look so good, baby, your mouth full of my cock,” I say, hearing how my voice betrays how I’m on the edge of my control.
My grip tightens on her hair, and her hand finds my balls, rolling them in a way that sends my hips thrusting forward, causing her to gag.
I go to pull back, but her other hand grips my thigh, holding me in place.
I test the movement again, slowly thrusting into her mouth, her hum of satisfaction felt through my entire body.
“I’m gonna come,” I grind out, and it only encourages her more.
The tingling at the base of my spine starts, and I know I’m there. In a matter of seconds, I’m emptying myself in her mouth, her eagerly taking all of it. She slowly releases me, a satisfied grin spread across her face.
My hand moves from her hair to grip her chin. “You like knowing you can completely undo me, don’t you?”
She nods.
“Does it satisfy you that you’re my weakness in every way?”
“Yes.” Her voice is breathless, and I can hear her need.
I drop to my knees in front of her before dropping my grip and sliding onto my back.
“Come ride my face, baby.”
She eagerly shuffles beside me and straddles my face.
My hands grip her thighs, pulling her down so I can devour her.
The unsuppressed moan that leaves her as my tongue glides through her soaked folds has me grinning in satisfaction.
Knowing she gets this turned on from being on her knees for me is my own aphrodisiac.
I take my time, teasing her pussy, enjoying the way she rolls her hips, riding my face. She’s not afraid to take what she wants from me. I let her use me to chase her pleasure.
Her legs tense around my head, and I tighten my grip on her thighs, hoping to leave a mark to remind her of this.
“Sebastian,” she moans. “I’m close. Soooo, close.”
I keep my eyes on her, my lips wrapping around her clit and sucking it into my mouth, sending her straight over the edge.
She collapses forward, bracing herself on her hands, her hips still rolling and her muscles twitching as she rides out her orgasm.
She’s gorgeous, like a painting that should be framed, but only for me to see.
No one else deserves to see her unrestrained like that.
She moves beside me, lying on her back with a satiated grin. “I could get used to this,” she mutters through her audible exhale.
“Riding my face?” I ask, amusement filling my voice.
She nods. “Yup. You make me come like I’ve never come in my life.”
I roll and hover over her. “You really know how to boost my ego.”
She laughs, strong enough that her back arches off the floor. “Normally, I’d say you don’t need anything to add to it, but you’ve earned this.”
I lean down, my lips brushing hers, and she kisses me.
It’s a lazy kiss, one of mutual relaxation after intense orgasms. After a few minutes, she deepens it, pressing on my shoulder, encouraging me to roll onto my back, and I do.
She straddles me, her deep black hair falling around us as she hovers over me.
When she breaks the kiss, she smiles and rises on her knees as she says, “I believe we have a fantasy to live out.”
I groan as she grips my now hard cock in her hand and positions it at her entrance, slowly sliding down until her hips are flush with mine.
My hands grip her hips deep enough that she’ll have bruises in the morning.
She’s warm and wet and the only place I want to be.
She circles her hips in a way that has me losing my mind.
“Fuck,” I groan, and she repeats the movement. She leans back, her hands bracing on my knees, and she moans as I hit a new place at this angle. Her eyes close, and I run my hand up her stomach, slowly finding my way to her breasts, running my thumbs over her hard nipples and massaging the flesh.
The lights from the tree dance across her dewy skin, making her look ethereal. Her hair is so black the lights barely impact it, only shining off the silken strands. Her mouth opens slightly, her breathing increasing as she starts to tighten around me.
“You look so fucking perfect like this, Lise. Riding my cock, taking exactly what you need.” I feel the effect my words have on her, and it only drives me to praise her more.
“You’re such a good girl, Lise, using me as your own personal fuck toy.
You’re gonna come for me, right? You’re going to soak me. ”
She falls forward, planting her hands on my chest as she picks up speed. “God, Sebastian,” she moans.
I grip her chin, pulling her closer and kissing her.
I devour her moans of pleasure as I use my free hand to gently pull her nipples and she continues to ride me.
As she reaches her orgasm, she nips my lip just hard enough that I feel a little drop of blood.
Her eyes squeeze shut as the muscles in her entire body tighten.
She’s rigid as wave after wave of her orgasm tear through her, bringing me over the edge with her.
I call her name over and over, letting there be no mistake that she’s the one who makes me come like this.
She collapses onto my chest, both of us panting.
I run my hand gently over her back, feeling the fresh sweat and knowing I’m covered in it, too.
We eventually disentangle ourselves and make it upstairs to the washroom for a shower.
We’re both blissed out and boneless after, falling onto the bed for a midday nap.