Epilogue - Georgia
" T urn around! You can't peek!" I cried, pulling my phone back behind me as Sebastian tried once again to look at the screen. "It's a surprise, now turn around!"
Sebastian groaned but complied. We had both driven home after closing up Hemingway's for the evening, and the warm spring evening was a balm from the brutally cold winter. I pressed a couple of buttons on my phone, making sure the screen would stay active.
"Okay, turn around."
He turned obediently, taking the offered phone from me. I was silent, my hands covering my mouth as I watched him read the words from the email, his eyes widening with realization.
"You got an offer?" He didn't sound surprised; Sebastian sounded proud. I was still nodding as he gathered me in his arms, spinning me around the tiny parking lot.
"We need to celebrate," Sebastian murmured hotly into my neck, causing goosebumps to appear over my skin despite the warm night. As he let me down, I bit my lip and replied suggestively, "I did have an idea." Sebastian didn't wait for me to explain. He just took my hand and dragged me to the apartment, not even bothering to drop me off at my unit.
Our lips were already crashing together before the door shut. The thin shirt he wore ripped over his head as my fingers traced the dips of his muscles as Sebastian moaned against my mouth, clashing it once again with mine. His clothing trailed behind us as we made our way to his bedroom, the red lights taken down a month ago after we’d filmed our last video.
"What are you thinking?" Sebastian murmured against my skin as he kissed his way down my throat, nipping at my collarbone.
I smiled indecently as I picked up one of the smaller, more compact cameras that still sat on his nightstand. Sebastian looked confused as I turned on the device. "I thought we decided to give it up?"
I set the camera against a pile of books I had left on the desk, aiming it directly at the bed. "It's not for them," I explained, slowly and deliberately removing the last layer of clothing that divided us. Sebastian's amber eyes watched as the entirety of my scandalous green lingerie made its full appearance. When his gaze finally found my eyes I nearly gasped at the way his pupils were blown so obviously in desire. "For us. Just us."
It took a moment for realization to dawn on his face, and a slow grin tugged at the side of his mouth. We hadn't filmed in months, and Sebastian was slowly shutting down his account. It was bittersweet for both of us; for him, it had been a way of living for well over six years and a more-than-steady income.
But with profits from his investments and the hefty severance package that his Uncle Harry awarded him and his sister, it wasn't needed. In fact, if he wanted to, he could retire before his thirties and live fairly comfortably off of the residuals of the videos he was leaving up. But, he was happy supporting the community and managing the real estate he bought from his uncle. It also meant that sometimes his "work" allowed us to take an impromptu lunch break so we could sneak up to the loft again.
It wasn’t a terrible arrangement.
Slowly, I let my oversized tee fall to the floor to reveal a matching lace set that I’d purchased specifically for this occasion. I'd never worn anything so provocative for anyone. The dark green set against my freckled skin just seemed to bring out my warm undertones, and the lace underwear covered me like a second skin.
"Do you like it?" I was uncharacteristically shy at this moment, feeling more than a little bit exposed. Even more than if I was completely naked.
Sebastian didn't say anything, his pupils blown in desire as he stalked towards me with his eyes sweeping over me like he couldn't figure out where to focus.
Before I knew it, I was in his arms. His hands cradled my face as he drew me into a deep kiss, my gasp giving him access to delve deeper, his tongue massaging mine as his fingers tangled in my freshly washed hair.
"God, yes, I love it." The whisper was rough and deep, my skin erupting into goosebumps as I whimpered. Grabbing my leg, he wrenched me closer to him, pushing our pelvises impossibly closer. "I really love it." He punctuated the last sentence with a slight movement of his hip, the heat of his desire pressing into my core.
Swallowing hard as a blush crept up my neck, the neck he was currently kissing and biting spurning me on. "How do you want me?"
A dark chuckle came from my boyfriend (my boyfriend ) as his fingers dug into my hips, as if he was afraid I would move if he let me go.
"Get on the bed, Georgia."
I did so without complaint, watching him move the camera slightly and then walk into the bathroom. I watched him with confusion as he brought out his large, floor-length mirror and set it across from the bed where I could see my reflection.
Oh. Oh .
Sebastian threw off his briefs before climbing in bed next to me, using his body weight to press me against him, my back to his chest. His hand traveled up from my hip, swirling around my navel to settle on gripping my throat, forcing me to look into the mirror.
"Look at how fucking gorgeous you are," he growled before his grip intensified, causing a jolt of pleasure to rush through me and a gasp to escape me. Chuckling darkly, I felt his other hand reach underneath me, and I watched in the mirror as his fingers traced circles over the dark lace covering my core. "How wet are you for me? Hmm?"
I moaned in response, unable to get a coherent word out, relying on the way my ass pressed up against his cock to do the speaking for me.
The sound of his sharp inhale had me smirking, but it didn't last long as he finally reached in between my legs, and Sebastian found the other surprise of the outfit.
His breath stuttered for a moment as he met my wet, bare cunt instead of lace. "So I can fuck you with the lace panties on Georgia?" Sebastian sounded breathless and I inwardly congratulated myself for the ability to leave him speechless. "Is that what you want?"
"Yes." I finally found my voice as he pressed two fingers into me, and it felt good but not the stretch I needed so desperately. "Yes, please, Sebastian." He loved it when I used his name; it was better than Wolfe, Daddy, or Love. It was his name rolling off my lips that sent him crashing into me every time.
Sebastian was panting now as he lifted my leg, giving him unfettered access to my pussy. At some point, I had closed my eyes, and I felt the grip on my neck tighten.
"Keep your eyes on us, baby girl,” he murmured, tilting my chin up so I could watch his face as he slid into me. Both of us groaned simultaneously as the impossible stretch of him filled me up. I would never get enough of that feeling, the burn, the sweet glide of his cock inside of me. "Watch me fuck your tight little pussy."
I was openly whimpering now as he thrust into me, coming out nearly completely before pushing back into me, bottoming out. It was ecstasy, the way his thick head felt against my opening, stretching me open over and over again as I tried to control my breathing.
It took him only a moment to find a rhythm, and his hand splayed below my navel to press me ever back into him as I met him thrust for thrust. Before I knew it, I was feeling the coiling sensation in my lower pelvis, and I didn't care how I sounded, how I begged as his grip tightened around my throat.
"Please, touch me, please, Seb." The taller man groaned into my neck as he buried his face into my hair, breathing in the vanilla perfume I had used before walking across the hall. I was thankful that the opening of the panties gave enough leeway that my clit was exposed, and I nearly came right there as his finger brushed it. He stopped thrusting for a moment and pressed the digit alongside his cock to dip inside of me.
"Oh fuck," I whimpered as the impossible stretch and burn of the additional object. It felt incredible. We might need to explore that more…next time.
"Stretching so good for me, baby, taking me and my finger so good," he moaned against my ear, and I felt a rush of arousal coat his cock and finger as he let it sit next to the sheathed member for a moment. When he finally withdrew it, he immediately went to my clit, circling the nerves there as Seb began to slowly pull in and out just the way he knew I loved it. "You going to come for me, Georgia?"
"Y-yes," I stuttered out, already feeling the undeniable loss of control as I began to undulate on his fingers and cock, chasing my orgasm.
"That's it; come for me, Georgia," he growled, his grip tightening just enough around my neck. "Look at us; watch me fuck you as you come, baby."
And I did. Sebastian looked ruined, his black curls brushing over his forehead and his brow furrowed in concentration as his thrusts became sharper, deeper. I looked devastated, kisse-bruised lips with his hand over my neck, and my legs opened as I watched his thick cock split me open over and over.
"Sebastian!" I cried, feeling the tingling wave of my orgasm beginning to overwhelm me.
"Come for me, Georgia."
And fuck if I didn't. My hearing was nonexistent, replaced instead with the buzz and hum of white noise as wave after wave of pleasure crashed into me. I was still pliant and riding the pulse as I felt him pour inside of me. The sound of his whimpering cries almost had me coming all over again.
We lay there, basking in the glow of our shared orgasm while we each tried to catch our breaths.
"Will it always be like this?" I asked, still panting as I dared a glance at the mirror to see our intertwined bodies in post-coital bliss.
I felt Sebastian shrug slightly, his strong body rolling me toward him so I was cradled against his sweaty chest.
"I don't know," he whispered, his voice rough as he answered me. "But I promise you this, Georgia, I can't wait to find out. Anywhere you go, I go."
"Be careful, there's no contract this time," I murmured into his chest, smiling. I felt the rumbling of his laughter.
"You don't need a piece of paper to keep me, Clark." Grinning at the moniker, I placed a soft kiss on the side of his jaw.
"Shut up and kiss me, Quinn." And I knew I would never get over the way his kiss made me feel, the same fluttering in my stomach as his soft lips caressed mine.
In the end, I let him keep me. But I suppose if you wanted the truth, we kept each other. And it was perfect.