Chapter 23
HE WANTS YOU TO COME FOR ME
LILY
Just when I think this man can’t surprise me any more, he goes and plans the perfect date… Which obviously isn’t an actual date, because we’re not dating…
I’m still not quite sure what we’re doing.
But it’s not dating.
Sebastian probably could have given me at least a little hint about what to wear.
Like, say, not stilettos. I’ve been dancing for hours and my feet are absolutely killing me.
But I’ve loved Chasing Destiny for half my life, and there is absolutely no way I’m not dancing when they are only a few feet away.
There are probably only about a hundred or so people in the audience - a stark difference to the stadium concerts with forty thousand screaming fans that they usually have.
The lead singer, Declan Fitzgerald, winks at me as he purrs the lyrics to one of my favourite songs.
The man possesses a different kind of raw magnetism than what Sebastian does, but it seems to have a similar effect on my libido.
I smirk a little as I wink back, feeling braver than I thought I was capable of.
His face lights right up, before his gaze slides to Sebastian, who is leaning against the bar behind me.
Declan is most likely assessing whether he’ll be punched later if he keeps flirting with me.
I don’t even bother looking over at the dark haired man who brought me here, knowing there won’t be even a hint of jealousy on his face.
After having to be wary of every move I’ve made for so long, it’s freeing to know that, no matter what his feelings may be towards me, he will never treat me with anything other than respect.
And that he is more than happy for me to flirt with anyone I choose.
And fuck them too, if I want to.
And speaking of fucking, I really do wish he’d get to that soon.
Because although he slightly distracted me by taking me to see my favourite band, my hormones are screaming for him to follow through on his promise to help me.
Those hormones are also super confused by how relaxed he seemed in the car.
It was as though, the minute we got away from the mansion and it was just the two of us, he could finally let his guard down.
I know he didn’t even notice he was doing it, but knowing that I’m one of the people he can truly be himself around is not helping the confusing feelings I have towards him.
I’m too scared to be fully honest with myself about just how deep those feelings go. After sixteen years of believing this man has no interest in me outside of being his little brother’s best friend, the last forty-eight hours have been a complete maelstrom of emotions and it’s kind of exhausting.
When the song finishes, the pain in my feet becomes too hard to ignore, and I limp the few feet over to Sebastian, wincing.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his expression filled with concern as he looks down at my feet.
“Stilettos aren’t really conducive with dancing like a maniac for hours,” I reply.
I place a hand on his shoulder and lift one foot off the ground, then swap to the other a moment later, trying to alleviate some of the pain. Unfortunately, it doesn’t really help.
He grimaces and wraps his arm around my waist. “Shit. I didn’t even think about your shoes.”
I shoot him a rueful smile. “Yeah… If only you’d given me a hint, I could have worn more appropriate footwear.” His face falls a little and I squeeze his shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay. It was an amazing surprise. I’m having a great time.”
He studies my face for a moment, before looking around, clearly searching for something. A few beats later, he nods and takes my hand.
“Come on, let’s get you off those feet for a bit.”
I allow him to lead me towards the roped off VIP area, and he pauses to talk to the security guard, who waves us through a moment later. There’s an empty booth, and when I get closer I see his name written on the sign that sits atop the black table cloth.
“You mean I could have been sitting down this whole time?” I ask, and he raises an eyebrow.
“I thought you wanted to dance?”
I grin. “I’m just messing with you. I would have one hundred percent been bouncing around out there regardless of whether I knew about this or not.”
He shakes his head and I slide into the booth, shuffling around to the back so that I can still see the stage. The band has taken a break for a moment and are chatting amongst themselves off to the side while the house music plays.
“Here. Give me your feet,” Sebastian says, sitting to the side and hooking a hand under my knee.
I lift my foot into his lap, and he slides my shoe off, placing it beside him before beginning to rub the arch of my foot with his thumb.
A groan slips out and my eyes flutter closed as I let him ease the pain.
“Careful, Lily. With sounds like that, this might turn into something more than a foot massage,” he murmurs, and I open my eyes again to find him looking at me with an almost hungry expression.
I’m more than a little surprised at the heat behind his gaze. I’d honestly started to feel like I’d imagined everything last night, because he’s been acting like nothing happened all day.
But right now?
“Oh really?” I ask, dragging my gaze from his to watch the way his thumb rubs circles over the arch of my foot.
He digs his thumb in a little harder, pulling another groan from me, and his expression turns downright sinful.
“Really,” he says, holding my gaze as he leans forward to pull my other foot into his lap.
He slides the second shoe off and begins the same process on that foot, watching my face for signs of where to go deeper. I let my eyes drift closed again, more than happy to give myself over to his care.
The band starts playing again, and Sebastian slowly puts my shoes back on my feet before lowering them back to the floor.
“Do you want to dance some more?” he asks, sliding around to sit beside me at the back of the booth.
Even if my feet weren’t still sore, I don’t think I’d be capable of pulling myself away from him right now as his eyes hold me captive. While we’ve stood pretty close most of the evening, I’m now suddenly very aware of his body as his hand rests on my thigh.
I clear my throat. “No. I’m happy here.”
A small smirk plays across his lips as he traces a circle on my inner thigh with his finger, and I force myself not to shiver. He shifts closer, pressing his thigh against mine as he brings his lips to my ear.
“Can you keep quiet, Angel?” he murmurs, and the shiver I was suppressing breaks free as his hand slides up beneath my skirt.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my voice coming out breathless.
“What I promised,” he replies as he lifts my leg to hook my thigh over his. “Keep your eyes on the band. The lead singer seems to have taken an interest in you.”
I struggle to do as he says, dragging my eyes towards the stage, where Declan is looking my way once again.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers while he fucks you with those bedroom eyes.” Sebastian’s breath is warm against my neck as his hand slides all the way up to cup me between my thighs.
It’s almost as though Declan knows that he has now taken a starring role in this moment, because his gaze remains locked on mine as he sings about doing wicked things.
I hold myself perfectly still as Sebastian slides a finger beneath my lace G-string, rolling it over my clit.
A whimper slips past my lips, and he chuckles in my ear.
“Already so wet. Do you like this game we’re playing, Angel?” He dips his finger lower, swiping it through my pussy.
“Yes,” I whisper, fighting to keep my gaze on Declan’s.
Sebastian pushes a finger inside me, and I gasp.
“Yes, you love it, don’t you? Do you like being a little naughty? Does it excite you?” He presses his lips to the sensitive skin just below my ear, and another shiver runs through me as he slowly moves his finger back and forth.
“Yes,” I moan, and he chuckles against my skin while his thumb moves to rub circles over my clit.
“Keep watching him, Angel. He’s singing to you, after all. He wants you to come for him.”
God, the things that come out of this man’s mouth is enough to make me burst into flames right here.
Declan’s eyes haven’t once left mine, even as the band has moved into the next song, and the smirk on his face tells me he knows exactly what Sebastian is doing to me.
A second finger is pushed inside me as Sebastian’s hand begins to move faster, and another moan claws its way up my throat.
“Perfect, Angel. You’re doing so well.” He trails his lips up and down my throat as my breaths begin to come in short, sharp pants. “He wants you, Angel. He wants you to imagine my fingers are his right now.”
Pleasure slowly begins to build at my core, and my breaths turn to moans as a third finger slips inside me.
“I can feel your pussy squeezing my fingers, Angel. Are you going to come for him?”
I clamp my lips closed as I nod. “Mhm.”
Declan’s eyes drift downwards before returning to mine, and I finally pay attention to the lyrics when he sings the words “come for me”.
My back arches away from the back of the booth as the orgasm rips through me. Sebastian quickly pulls my face to his and kisses me hard when I cry out, his hand continuing to fuck me through the waves of pleasure rolling through me.
“Beautifully done, Lily,” he murmurs against my lips.
My body slumps against the back of the booth and he slowly removes his hand.
And Declan just keeps on watching us with a smile, giving us a little nod. Almost like he’s thanking us for the show.