Chapter 30 #2
“You’re a menace,” he mutters, eyes on the paper turtle, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips.
God, his voice. It’s that slow, lazy tone that comes after coffee.
After orgasms. After we’ve fallen asleep, tangled in each other, without a single word about what it all means.
And even in this room, surrounded by paper, glue, and half-eaten apple slices, somehow, it still makes my stomach flip.
Because this is our version of flirting now. And I’m so fucking here for it.
Later, we eventually take a break from the craft apocalypse to start dinner.
Teddy is officially over it, back to playing with his blocks.
I chuck my hair into a messy bun and pull the salad bowl toward me.
Grabbing what’s left of the cucumber slices, I toss them into the bowl just as Teddy pops up beside me, snatching a slice straight out of it.
“Oi!” I swat at him but miss. He giggles softly and bolts, bare feet thudding across the floor. I shake my head, still smiling as I turn back to the salad. But I don’t get far before Sebastian comes up behind me, close enough that I can feel the heat of him at my back.
“If I’d known you were gonna butcher the cucumbers, I’d have done it myself,” he drawls, voice smug as hell.
I pause mid-slice, tilt my head over my shoulder, and raise a brow. “Careful, Superintendent. I’m armed.”
He grins. “Oh? Is that supposed to scare me, Trouble? Because I can show you exactly what I do with unruly suspects who wave weapons in my kitchen.”
I hum, matching his energy, licking the edge of my bottom lip as I turn to face him fully. “Oh, no. Have I been a bad girl, Officer? Looks like you’re going to need to handcuff me.”
The sound that escapes him isn’t a laugh. It’s not remotely civil. It’s low and feral, like it clawed its way straight from his chest. His hand flexes at his side like he’s physically restraining himself, and when he steps forward, the hard press of his cock nudges against my hip.
“Oh, sweetheart…” His voice drops into a growl, his mouth brushing my ear. “Keep talkin’ like that, and I’ll show you exactly how long an interrogation can go.”
My breath shudders out of me. “Am I being detained, Officer?”
“No,” he murmurs, lips brushing my jaw. “You’re being fucking investigated.”
I grip the counter behind me. “Should I call a lawyer?”
“Only if you want them to hear how wrecked you sound when I make you come.”
I swear the air turns electric. My knees threaten to buckle. And then—
The bastard smacks my ass.
“You—” I start, heart skipping a beat, but I lose the words.
I just… stare at him. Really stare. The quiet set of his jaw.
The way his shoulders roll when he leans back against the counter, like he didn’t just derail my entire central nervous system.
The little flecks of gold in his eyes that always seem to glow when he’s looking at me like that.
The rough edges of a man who acts like he doesn’t care, but feels everything.
He’s goddamn beautiful.
And yeah, I’ve been studying him a lot lately.
More than I probably should. It’s becoming a bit of a habit.
One I don’t want to break. He notices. Of course he does.
One brow lifts like a challenge. His eyes flick briefly toward Teddy, who’s now fully immersed in building some sort of chaotic Lego fortress on the living room floor.
Then his gaze returns to mine, full of heat.
I don’t think, I just move, before leaning in to press my mouth to his. His lips part just slightly, like he’s chasing the kiss even after it ends. When I pull back, his brows are drawn together, narrowed eyes fixed on my mouth.
“You better be careful with kisses like that, Trouble,” he whispers. “That kind will end with your legs wrapped around my head again.”
My breath stutters, and then he’s moving.
His hand fists the hem of my oversized T-shirt and yanks me into him with a force that knocks the air out of my lungs.
His mouth crashes into mine, and this time?
It’s not soft. It’s consuming. His tongue parts my lips, demanding, tasting like smugness and sin and the kind of man who already knows exactly how he’ll make me fall apart.
Sebastian’s hands grip my hips, anchoring me in place while his mouth does unspeakable things to what’s left of my self-control.
The bedroom door clicks shut behind Teddy, who’s now sound asleep, and I don’t even get a second to breathe before Sebastian’s on me.
One arm snakes around my waist, the other gripping my wrist as he tugs me down the hallway like a man with one goddamn goal.
“Jesus,” I laugh, stumbling into him. “Couldn’t wait till we got to the bed?”
“No,” he growls against my neck, his voice wrecked, his mouth already hot and open as it drags over my throat. By the time we’re in his room, he’s stripping me faster than I can blink—shirt over my head, hands at my jeans, mouth on mine like he’s starving.
His tongue sweeps deep into my mouth, claiming me, and I moan into it because fuck, I’ve missed this—missed him unravelling me with nothing but his hands and that mouth. I gasp when his lips find my breast next, at the way his tongue swirls before he sucks, just enough to have my legs shaking.
“Sebastian…”
I barely get the word out. My hand finds the front of his briefs and presses against the thick, straining length of him.
He groans against my skin, teeth grazing lightly before his mouth lifts from my chest. I slide my fingers beneath the waistband and pull his cock free—thick, hot, heavy in my palm.
My breath catches at the sight of him. Already so hard, it makes my thighs clench.
Sebastian’s eyes drop to where I’m touching him, and his jaw flexes. Then he takes his briefs off in one fluid motion—every golden line of him lit up by the bedside lamp, muscles tense, chest heaving, eyes dark with hunger.
“Bed,” he orders. “On your back. End of the mattress.”
I scramble into position, heart pounding, core clenched with anticipation. He stands at the foot of the bed, taking me in. All of me. Every inch.
“Is this my punishment, Officer?” I ask, sweet as sin.
His eyes darkens. “Yes.”
I shiver.
“Now…” He steps closer, one hand cupping my cheek, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “Open your mouth for me, Trouble.”
I do. His gaze doesn’t leave mine for a second, watching my obedience with something close to reverence—like this isn’t just sex to him. He coaxes my jaw open a little wider, his touch soft, almost tender. A complete contradiction to the rough demand blazing in his eyes.
“You wanna play games, Trouble?” he asks, voice raw. “Then let’s play.”
He nudges the thick, flushed head of his cock against my lips, and instinct takes over. I close my mouth around him, sucking gently, tasting him, letting my tongue slide over the sensitive underside. His groan is immediate, guttural.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls, fingers sliding into my hair.
I hollow my cheeks just a little, sucking harder, and the sound he makes—Jesus. It vibrates straight through me. His hand tightens at the back of my head.
“Open wider for me, Trouble.” I do. Without hesitation. “Such a good girl.”
The praise goes straight to my core. He sinks deeper, slow at first, letting me adjust, letting me feel every inch he gives me. My eyes flutter, watering slightly as he hits the back of my throat, but I breathe through it, relax, and he slides even further.
“Fuck, Liv…” he rasps, staring down at me like I’m undoing him. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat.”
I flatten my palms on his hips, digging my nails into the skin, urging him to move.
To let go. And when he does, when he rolls his hips and starts to fuck my mouth, I swear I moan around him.
It’s filthy and desperate. I reach between his legs, my hand sliding lower, fingers cupping his balls, rolling them gently.
He jerks, and a strangled sound rips from his throat.
Needing something, anything, to take the edge off the throbbing pulse between my legs, I slide one hand down my stomach and find my clit, rubbing slow, tight circles as he thrusts into my mouth. Sebastian freezes.
“Fuck!” he grits out, yanking back with a sharp inhale.
His cock slips from my lips, wet and heavy and twitching against his stomach.
He drags a hand down his face like he’s trying to get a grip on himself, then grabs my wrist, pulling me upright with a roughness that lights every nerve in my body on fire.
“Sit up,” he orders, voice wrecked. I climb up, breathless, my pulse hammering. He follows, settling back against the headboard, chest rising hard, eyes dark as sin. “Need to taste you again,” he growls, crooking a finger. “Come here, Trouble.”
He wants me on top of him. Facing away. Oh… this is naughty. A flush crawls up my neck. I’ve never sixty-nined before. Not even close. He sees the hesitation, of course he does, and his lips curve in a slow, devastating smirk.
“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Turn around. Ass up here.”
My whole body tightens at the command. Still trembling, I move, swinging one leg over him until I’m straddling his chest, my ass hovering above him.
His hands glide up the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer until my knees are braced on either side of his head, and his breath ghosts over the soaked heat between my legs.
“Good girl,” he whispers, guiding me down inch by inch. “Just like that.”
His mouth is a breath away from my pussy. I barely have time to brace myself before he drags me down the rest of the way, and the second his tongue touches me, I break.
A sound punches out of my chest as I sink my mouth over his cock, taking him deep enough that the head nudges the back of my throat.
His groan vibrates straight through my core.
He doesn’t ease in, he consumes me, dragging his tongue through my folds with such filthy focus, it has my hips bucking.
Every pass of his tongue is practised and hungry, like he’s been waiting to taste me again since the moment I left his bed last night.
He groans louder, the sound crawling up my spine and detonating somewhere behind my ribs.
“Sebastian—” I try, but it’s useless. He sucks hard and deep, and the word dies in a whimper.
I take him deeper, tongue swirling, greedy for more. The taste of him. The stretch. The way his hips lift like he’s seconds from losing it. I hollow my cheeks, wrapping a hand around his base, the other splayed on his thigh as he drags me closer.
“Oh, Trouble…” he groans into me, mouth relentless, “you’re fucking unreal.”
His tongue circles my clit, and everything inside me coils tight.
I grind down, moaning around his cock. That’s all it takes.
He jerks beneath me, groaning into my pussy, his grip tightening on my thighs.
And I fall. I come undone with his mouth on me, my body shaking, my cry swallowed around the thickness of him still pulsing on my tongue. Then, he’s right behind me.
His groan rips through me, hips flexing as he pulses hot into my mouth.
I feel every twitch of his cock, every shudder in his body as release slams into him.
I’m still trembling from my own orgasm, the aftershocks pulsing through my thighs, drawn out by the way his mouth clings to me.
For a long while afterwards, as we come down from our high, we’re just two bodies trembling in sync, mouths too full to speak, too wrecked to move.