Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Sebastian
M y heart is racing as I stand in Brantley Van Morgan’s closet, watching Alina freak out at the luxurious custom shelving and automated tie rack.
The closet is insane. It has a giant island in the middle with a leather couch in the corner.
Rows and rows of expensive tailored suits line one wall.
Two other walls are floor-to-ceiling shelves of every kind of shoe and boot imaginable.
It looks like a library, but instead of books, it’s finely crafted Italian leather footwear.
Everything is lit up with warm lighting against the rich mahogany tones of the wood. I might have to get a closet just like it when I move here.
“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,” Alina says as she whips her head from side to side taking it all in with an adorable look of awe on her face.
Something occurs to me as I watch her—I’ve never been this happy. Even as a rookie, when I first signed with the Miami Eels. I was excited, but also extremely nervous. I didn’t know what to expect.
Now, I’m well past all that. I know what to expect with the game, but it’s my personal life that I’m more unsure of this time around. What does the future hold for me and Alina?
I want it all. Marriage, kids, a house full of love to come home to.
That’s what I’ve wanted all along, I was just too stupid to realize it. I didn’t realize what I was running from. My days of debauchery are over. My days of being a respectable man Alina can be proud of have begun.
“Look at these amazing drawers for his watch collection,” she says to herself as she touches a button and they silently glide open. “Oh, wow, look at these hinges. I wonder who their supplier is.”
“You’re going to come with me, right?”
Her body stiffens. My pulse races.
She slowly stands up and turns around, looking at me with her breath caught in her chest. “What?”
“I don’t want to do this without you.”
Her mouth opens, but she doesn’t say anything.
“I don’t want to move to San Antonio without you, I don’t want to live without you, and I don’t want to take one more breath without you. I want you to be my girl, Alina. Officially. Not for pretend. I’m in love with you. I think I always have been.”
She trembles lightly as she stares at me with wide eyes.
“I know it’s only been one night, but?—”
“It hasn’t only been one night,” she says as she takes a deep breath. “I’ve been in love with you since the second grade, Sebastian. I’ve always wanted to be your girl.”
“You’re my girl now,” I say in a firm possessive tone. “And you always will be.”
The air in this massive closet turns heated as we stare at each other like two hungry lions eying a juicy pork chop.
She licks her lips. I growl. And then we explode forward, crashing into each other’s arms in a desperate passion.
Our mouths connect. My hands go on her, sliding up her neck and sinking into her hair.
All of her braids and curls come tumbling down in a mess from my demanding hands as I kiss her so hard she’s never going to forget that she belongs to me.
The sultry taste of her mouth and the tantalizing feel of her supple body against mine is making me rock hard. She whimpers in my mouth when she feels my erection digging into her stomach.
“ Sebastian ,” she says in a breathless voice between kisses.
I’m hoping she’s not going to ask me to stop. I can’t go another minute without her body.
“I waited for you,” she says as she looks up at me with those big beautiful hazel eyes, quick little breaths coming out of her wet lips.
Her words hit me hard. My knees nearly buckle.
“You’re a… virgin?”
She nods her head as she gazes into my eyes. “I only wanted you.”
I crush my lips to hers, kissing her like I’ve never kissed anyone before. I take her breath. I taste her innocence.
We shouldn’t be doing this here.
It’s too risky. I just signed a huge contract and promised to be good. If my new boss comes in and sees me naked in his closet, he might rip it to pieces.
But it’s more than that. My wholesome little angel deserves more for her first time. More than sneaking around and doing it at a party.
It’s killing me but I can’t stop. I can’t take my hands or mouth off her. Our bodies are in control now.
She moans as I sweep her hair to the side and kiss her neck. Her hands are sliding up and down my arms, feeling my strength. She grabs a fistful of my jacket and pulls me against her.
I have one hand lodged in her silky hair, holding her head to the side as I kiss her collarbone. My other hand is sliding up the curve of her hip, over her waist, then up her stomach, heading for those perky little breasts that have been dominating my mind all night.
She gasps as I cup one in my big hand and squeeze it firmly.
I move my mouth back over hers, hovering over her parted lips. I’m staring down at her with wolfish eyes. “Do you like it when my hands are on you?” I growl.
“ Yes ,” she gasps, her body writhing in front of me.
I wonder how wet she is. If that little pussy is soaking with need.
Once the thought is in my head, it grows stronger and more demanding with every passing second until I pick her up and lower her ass onto the mahogany island in the middle of the room.
“What are you doing?” she gasps breathlessly.
“Spread your legs, Alina.”
Her eyes widen a little, but she instantly obeys. That sexy red dress creeps up her thighs as she spreads her legs apart.
“Wider,” I command.
She opens them more.
My cock is raging in my pants knowing there’s a wet little virgin pussy waiting for me.
“Should we be doing this here?” she asks as she glances nervously at the closed door.
“Probably not,” I say as I step back and take off my jacket. My eyes are locked between her legs. “Do you want to stop?”
She closes her eyes and moans in frustration. “No.”
“Me neither,” I say as I drop my jacket onto the rack of sweaters. She’s breathing so heavily as she watches me undo a cufflink and roll up my sleeve. Those perky little tits are heaving up and down as I roll my other sleeve up my thick forearm.
She’s so fucking sexy. Her hair is a wild mess, her wet lips are red and puffy from my rough kisses, and her nipples are so hard I can see them through her dress. I let my eyes roam over her body, wanting to remember every detail of this moment.
“Pull that dress up for me, baby,” I growl as I loosen my tie. “I want to see if your panties are nice and wet.”
She shyly takes her red dress and slowly pulls it up. My cock jolts in my pants at the sight of her inner thighs. My mouth waters as I think about how sweet it will be to bury my face between them and taste her juicy cunt.
The bottom of her red dress slides over her white panties and I let out a groan. A wet spot is visible on her mound and I can’t take my heated eyes off it.
“How wet are you?” I ask as I unwrap my black tie from around my neck and let it drop to the floor.
“ So wet.” She bites her bottom lip as she watches me return. “I’ve only been wet for you, Sebastian. I’ve dreamt about this so many times.”
“It’s time to make your dreams come true,” I say with a grin as I slide my palms up her bare legs. Her body trembles as I glide past her knees.
Her thighs are so soft. So supple.
She moans as I lean down, dropping to my knees in front of her.
“ Oh god ,” she whispers in a sexy little voice as I bring my face up to her sex.
I softly kiss her pussy over her wet underwear and then I inhale deep, smelling her arousal.
My insides are on fire and her lustful scent is like pouring gasoline all over it.
I’ve never needed anything like I need her.
“I’m going to take off these panties,” I say as I grab the waistband in my fists, “and I’m going to taste you.”
Her body shivers as I hold my fists in place.
“Look at me, Alina.” She does. “I’m going to devour your pussy until you cum all over my mouth. Do you understand?”
She swallows hard and nods. Her hazel eyes are starting to glaze over as she watches me with so much lust and arousal it’s visible on her face.
“That’s my good girl.”
I suck in a breath and start pulling her panties down. Her pussy comes into view, but I keep my eyes on her underwear as I slide them down her legs. Maybe I want to make this moment last or maybe I’m just a masochist, but I’m waiting as long as I can before I look.
I slide them off her feet, gently take off her shoes, and then exhale long and hard as I turn back to her cunt.
The beauty of it staggers me. My heart aches as I stare at her glistening folds in awe.
“ Goddamn ,” I whisper, marveling at the beautiful shade of pink. I wipe my mouth with my hand and am shocked to discover it’s shaking. I’ve played in multiple final championship games and my hand has never shook. This is a new experience for me.
I’ve never been rocked like this before.
Mesmerized by her pussy, I drop to my knees and lick my lips.
Alina flattens her hands on the mahogany island and perks up nervously as I come forward. “What are you—? Are you—? Oh! ”
Her voice melts away into a moan as I drag my tongue up her sex and dip into her hot wet hole. She’s sweeter than honey. She tastes divine .
I devour her. There’s nowhere my tongue doesn’t touch. I suck on her clit as I bury a finger into her tight virgin hole, shocked at how tightly it’s squeezing my finger.
“You like that?” I ask as I pull back for a moment to look at her beautiful cunt again. I spread her soft lips with my fingers and some pussy juice leaks out.
“It feels so good, Sebastian,” she moans as she watches me with glossy eyes. “Don’t stop.”
I groan as I take one last look and then delve back in, ravaging her pussy with my greedy tongue and ravenous mouth. I want her to unravel. I want her to come undone.
I want her to cum hard all over my face.
Her hands slide into my hair. She grips two fistfuls of it and starts humping my mouth, moving those sweet hips to the rhythm of my tongue.