27. Scarlett #2
“I can taste you in the air.” He dives in and steals my soul straight out from beneath me, slamming his lips to mine and snaking his tongue in until we’re dueling.
Until my brain stops functioning and my body simply feels.
Participates. Fights back. “Yeah,” he groans.
“I can smell you.” He digs his hand into the back of my jeans and squeezes until I throw my head back and cry out.
“I don’t have a girlfriend, Scarlett. But you have my loyalty.
” He drags me away from the door and walks blindly toward his bed, tapping my asshole with the tip of his finger and catching my cry of surprise and delight.
He swallows me down and tosses me to the mattress, but I’m not afforded even a moment to breathe.
To find my common sense. He follows me down and slams his hardened cock against my core.
Tearing my tank up, he peels my bra down and takes my nipple between his teeth long before my brain registers his intent.
I cry out and wish for the strength to tell him no. To deprive him of the chance to make me just another notch on his bedpost. But he’s right. I am jealous. I am needy. God, I want him to give me something new to think about.
“I’m not gonna wait for your consent, Princess.
” He pulls back breathlessly and searches my eyes.
“But I will respect your no.” He tugs my tank over my face and along my arms, stretching them high above my head, but when I expect him to free them and toss the fabric aside, he stops at my wrists and twists.
Twists. Tightens. “I’m gonna make you wanna stay.
” He ties a knot in my tank and slides his tongue into my mouth.
“Then I’m gonna convince you I’m worth tolerating.
Then…” He releases my hands and drags my bra down to my belly.
A low, animalistic growl plays along his throat and vibrates against my sensitive flesh. “Then I’ll make you cry. But it’ll be the good kind of cry. The best kind of cry.”
Fear empties my lungs. Nerves make me weak. My head screams we can’t do this. But my heart asks why the hell not? “Sebastion…”
“If you don’t want me, just say no.” He dives in and takes my nipple between his teeth, suckling until I’m convinced I’ll come from that alone, then he switches sides and sneaks a hand down to the button of my jeans.
“Just say the word, Princess. But you have to mean it.” He bites the swell of my breast. “You have to be really sure. Because I’ve spent years cultivating a reputation that enters a room long before I do, and that reputation paints me in a certain, disgusting light.
People expect the worst from me, and though I don’t much give a fuck what they think—” He drags the flat of his tongue over the peak of my nipple.
“I care what you think.” He yanks my jeans over my hips and groans when, instead of stopping him, I pull my legs up and frantically try to escape the tight denim.
“If you say no, then that’s it. I won’t perpetuate that reputation. Not here. Not with you.”
“Oh God.” I slam my eyes shut and tilt my head back. “Sebastion.”
He grabs my jaw and slides three fingers inside my mouth.
Tugging me down again, he hits me with a stare that glows molten hot.
“Look at me while I’m with you.” He jerks me to my butt, wrapping one arm around the small of my back, then he releases my mouth just in time to trade his fingers with his tongue.
“I’m gonna eat you up, Scarlett. Gonna eat until I die of gluttony, but then I’ll come back and find you again.
Then I’ll eat some more.” He bites my bottom lip just hard enough to draw a cry from the depths of my lungs, then he releases me again and crawls down my body.
He slides off the end of the bed and greedily buries his face against my soaked panties.
“Fuck!” I flop backwards and cry out at the bruising grip of his fingers on my thighs. “Sebastion…” I pant. “Shit.”
He bites my clit through the fabric of my underwear and growls in response to the first wash of pleasure escaping my body.
“So fucking wet.” Peeling my underwear down, he pulls my legs up over his head and opens me wide.
He tastes me from my asshole to my pussy, and when my body betrays me, gushing just a little more, he hums. “You’re gonna need that, Princess.
” He sucks on my clit and sends me to the very edge of the world.
“I’m bigger than you. Bigger by a long shot,” he groans.
“Doing this dry would be torture for you. But this…” He slips his thumb into my pussy.
I release a soul-cleansing scream and fill his palm.
“This is gonna make it so much better for us both.” He trades his thumb for two fingers. Then three. He stretches me mercilessly, and when he circles my clit with his tongue, he draws me to another peak. “You always this creamy, Princess? Or is this just for me?”
“It’s for you.” I squeeze my eyes shut and push my naked chest high into the sky. “I want to feel you.”
“Yeah, you fuckin’ do.” He folds my legs up and crushes them to my chest, exposing me in a way I wouldn’t allow any other man to. Worse, he turns still and stares for a beat. Ten. Fifteen.
Horrified, I wrench my eyes open and look down to find his smug grin. “Why’d you stop?”
“Making sure you’re still here with me.” He slips a single digit into my ass without warning, without testing, and when I’m certain I might spring straight off the bed, he presses his free hand to my belly and buries his tongue deep in my pussy.
“So fuckin’ tasty.” He bites my clit and steals a scream from deep in my chest, then he pumps his finger and pushes me over the edge until another heart-shattering orgasm undoes me.
“That’s four, ain’t it?” He laps me up with wild abandon, shamelessly slurping as though too afraid to waste a single drop.
Pulling his finger out and slipping his hands beneath my bottom half, he lifts and braces my hips a few inches off the bed. Unsatiated, he buries his tongue into my ass and growls.
“Oh, God!” I dig my heels into his shoulders and fist the pillow above my bound hands.
I scrunch the soft fabric between my fingers and gush all over his face until I know I’ve made a mess.
My heart thunders out of control, and a small part of my brain wonders if this is all too much, if my body might give out from the heavy load of pleasure and stress.
But Sebastion continues his work without mercy.
He plays with my clit and feasts until I’m not sure I have anything left to give.
Tears dribble from the corners of my eyes. They track along my temples and lose themselves in my hair. And still, Sebastion drinks my body dry and hums his pleasure.
“Still with me, Princess?”
I choke out a desperate sob and crush my eyes shut. I nod, answering his question before he punishes me and takes my pleasure away.
Then he disappears anyway.