Chapter 10
CHAPTER
TEN
CAROLINE
"To terrible decisions." Sebastian raises his whiskey.
I lift mine to meet it. Our glasses clink together with a soft tap.
"Excuse me," I say. "I believe we're celebrating excellent decisions."
He pretends to think about it. "You did leave one groom at the altar. I've been told that's frowned upon. Generally."
"I also accidentally grabbed a stranger's butt." His eyebrows rise.
"Accidentally?"
I grin. "I maintain that it was scientific research."
He laughs. The sound makes my heart melt. "You've become very committed to that story."
"I'll defend it in court."
"You'd lose."
"I'd win on charm."
He takes a sip of whiskey. "I object."
"Overruled."
He points his glass at me. "You've become insufferable since getting engaged."
I gasp dramatically. "We've been engaged for almost..." I glance at the old clock hanging over the bar. "...three hours."
"A lifetime."
"It really has changed me."
"I'm seeing it happen in real time."
I laugh so hard I almost spill my drink.
Rusty's Bar looks exactly the way it did the night I stumbled in wearing a wedding dress. Same worn wooden floors. Same country music humming through the speakers. Same pool table in the corner. Same bartender polishing glasses behind the counter.
The only thing that's different... Is me. The first time I came here, I was heartbroken. Lost and running.
Tonight I'm sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with the man I love. My fiancé. The word still feels unbelievable. I glance down at the ring sparkling beneath the warm bar lights. It catches Sebastian's attention immediately.
"What?" I ask.
"You've looked at it seventeen times."
"I have not."
"Nineteen now."
"I was checking for defects."
He leans closer. "Find any?"
"No."
"Good."
"Although..." I pretend to inspect it again. "It does appear to be missing something."
His eyes widen. "It is?"
I nod gravely. "A matching wedding band."
He laughs. "I'll see what I can do."
I slide my hand across the table until my fingers find his. He laces them together immediately. Without thinking. Without hesitation. Like holding my hand has already become second nature.
I smile to myself. I squeeze his hand. "You know what today is?"
He pretends to think. "Thursday?"
I roll my eyes. "No. Our engagement day."
"That's true."
"So technically..." I look around the room dramatically. "This is our engagement party."
He follows my gaze around Rusty's. A couple is playing darts. Two old men are arguing over baseball. Someone just put another country song on the jukebox.
He nods solemnly. "I have to admit... It's a pretty good engagement party."
"I agree."
"No awkward relatives."
"Excellent start."
"No expensive decorations."
"I brought flowers."
"You did."
"No speeches."
He points toward the bartender. "We could probably arrange one."
I immediately shake my head. "Absolutely not."
"I could make a toast."
"You are absolutely not making a toast."
"I've been practicing."
I narrow my eyes suspiciously. "You've been engaged for three hours."
"I work quickly."
I laugh. “As much as I’ve been enjoying my engagement party,” I say, “I think that maybe we could continue it somewhere else… somewhere more private.”
“You sound like you’re thinking dirty thoughts, Mrs. St. Clare.” He says.
“As much as I like the sound of that,” I say, noting that he has already ordained me his misses, “I have to admit that you are correct.”
I wink.
He smiles.
“In fact, I have something to show you. Well maybe not show. But something I want you to feel.” I get up and walk around to his side of the bar and sit next to him. I slide his fingers up my thigh and he places them between my wet folds.
“I like how you show me instead of telling me.” He says.
“Go further back.” I say.
He raises his eye brow. I push his finger past my folds to my ass. I feel his fingers tap lightly on the jewel of the plug he gave me before I left.
“You know, we never got to really play with this the way we wanted to.” I say.
Sebastian chuckles, the sound deep and warm. “Oh. I really like this. Really, really like this.” His hand slides around my waist, pulling me just a fraction closer. "You know, I’ve been thinking... about us."
I arch a brow, feigning innocence. "Oh? And what exactly have you been thinking?"
His thumb traces slow circles on my hip, his touch possessive in the best way. "That I don’t want to wait any longer. That I want to make you mine—right now.”
My breath hitches, my pulse quickening. "Is that so?"
Sebastian leans in, his lips brushing the shell of my ear as he whispers, "I want to taste every inch of you.
I want to feel you clench around me when you cum.
I want to own that sweet little cunt of yours, to fuck you until you scream my name.
" His hand tightens on my waist, his breath hot against my skin.
"And I want to do it all over again... and again... until neither of us can walk straight."
My cheeks flush crimson, my body betraying my arousal. I can feel the heat pooling between my thighs, my panties dampening at his words. "You’re bad,” I breathe, though my voice lacks any real conviction.
He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. "And you love it."
I do. More than I care to admit.
We end our engagement party and Sebastian wastes no time. He practically drags me out of the bar, his hands possessively curled around mine as he leads me to his car. The drive back to his house is a blur of stolen glances and lingering touches, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my thigh.
By the time we reach his house, I am a bundle of nerves and need, my body aching for him.
The moment the door clicks shut behind us, Sebastian wastes no time.
He backs me against the wall, his hands framing my face as his mouth crashes down on mine.
Our kiss is hungry, desperate, tongues tangling as they devour each other.
I moan into his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as he grinds his hips against mine, the hard outline of his cock pressing against my stomach.
Sebastian breaks the kiss with a growl. He reaches around and slowly slides the plug out, never breaking eye contact.
A slight smirk illuminates his face as he watches me gasp.
His lips trail down my jaw to my neck. He sucks on the sensitive skin just below my ear, drawing a gasp from my lips.
"You’re mine now," he murmurs against my skin, his voice rough with desire. "And I’m going to take you in every way I’ve dreamed of. "
I shiver, my body trembling with anticipation. "Yes," I breathe. "Please."
Sebastian leads me to the bedroom, his hands never leaving my body for more than a second.
He pushes me onto the bed, his eyes dark with hunger as he strips me bare with slow, deliberate movements.
I watch him through hooded eyes as he traces every curve of my body with his hands, his mouth following the same path.
He worships my breasts, sucking my nipples into tight peaks before trailing lower, his tongue swirling around my navel before finally settling between my thighs.
I arch off the bed with a cry when his tongue first makes contact with my clit. "Sebastian—oh, God!"
He groans against me, the vibrations sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing over me.
His fingers spread my lips, his tongue lashes at my clit with relentless precision.
I tangle my fingers in the sheets, my hips bucking against his face as he feasts on me, his tongue fucking me in long, deep strokes before circling my clit with agonizing slowness.
"Fuck, you taste so good," his voice muffled against my soaked flesh. "I could eat this pussy all night."
My thighs tremble as pleasure coils tighter and tighter inside me. "I—I’m close," I stutter.
Sebastian doesn’t stop. Instead, he adds two fingers, curling them inside me as he sucks my clit between his lips. The dual sensations send me spiraling over the edge, my body convulsing as I cum with a broken cry, my juices flooding his mouth and he drinks them down.
Before I can catch my breath, Sebastian is over me, his cock in hand as he strokes himself. "You ready for me, baby?" he growls.
I nodded eagerly, my body still trembling from my orgasm. "Yes. Please, Sebastian, I need you inside me."
He lines himself up at my entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against my soaked folds. The first thrust is slow, agonizingly so, as he sinks into me inch by inch, stretching me around his girth. I moan, my nails digging into his shoulders as I adjust to his size.
"Fuck, you’re tight," he groans, his hips snapping forward the rest of the way. "So goddamn perfect."
I cry out, my back pushing into the bed as he bottoms out inside me. He felt so good—so full—and I can already feel another orgasm building, just from the way he is stretching me.
Sebastian pulls back slowly before slamming into me again, his hips pistoning in a relentless rhythm. I meet him thrust for thrust, my moans growing louder with each passing second. "Harder," I beg, my voice raw with need. "Fuck me harder, Sebastian."
He growls, his grip on my hips tightening as he pounds into me, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. "You want it rough, baby?" he grunts, his thrusts growing more erratic. "You want me to fuck that tight little cunt until you can’t walk?"
"Yes!" I sob, my body trembling on the edge of another climax. "Yes, fuck, yes!"
Sebastian’s pace becomes frenzied, his cock pistoning in and out of me with force. I can feel my orgasm building, my walls clenching around him.
"I’m gonna cum," I cry, my voice breaking. "I’m gonna?—"
"Cum for me, baby," Sebastian growls, his thumb finding my clit as he fucks me through my orgasm. "Let me feel that pretty pussy squeeze my cock."
The first wave hit me like a freight train, my back arching off the bed as I scream his name, my walls fluttering around him. Sebastian groans as he chases his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing inside me as he fills me with his cum.
Sebastian rolls onto his back and pulls me against him, his cock slithering out of my entrance. I rest my head on his chest, my body trembling as I catch my breath, our hearts pounding in sync.
Sebastian presses a kiss to the top of my head, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my back. "Mine," he murmurs, his voice full with satisfaction.
I smile, my fingers tracing circles on his chest. "Yours."
But Sebastian isn’t done with my yet.
He rolls me onto my stomach, his hands spreading my ass cheeks as he admires the view. I looked over my shoulder at him, my eyes widening slightly when I see the hunger in his gaze.
"Sebastian, I—" I start, but he cuts me off with a sharp slap to my ass.
"Shh," he murmurs, his voice low and commanding. “You can take it, baby. You’re mine… all of you. I need to conquer this tight little hole. I want your pussy, your ass, all your holes belong to me and I must have them.”
I bite my lip, betrayed by my own arousal. I can feel my pussy dripping and swollen, my clit throbbing in anticipation.
He leans down, his tongue swiping through my cheeks from behind, his fingers spreading them wider as he feasts on me. I moan, my cheeks pushing into his face as he licks and sucks me, his tongue fucking me from behind.
"You like that, baby?" he growls against my hot flesh. "You like it when I eat this tight little ass?"
I whimper, my body trembling. "Yes," I breathe. “Take it, Sebastian. Please.”
He lines himself up at my rear, the thick head of his cock pushing against my tight hole. The first push is slow as he works his way inside me. I gasp, my fingers clawing at the sheets as I adjust to the foreign sensation.
"Relax, baby," Sebastian murmurs, his hands spreading my cheeks wider as he sinks deeper inside me. “Just let me in. That’s it. Just like that."
I whimper, my body trembling as pushes inside. I can feel him stretching me, the burn almost overwhelming, but beneath it is a pleasure so intense it borders on pain.
Sebastian pulls back slowly before slamming into me again, his hips pistoning in a measured rhythm. More careful than when he fucks my pussy, more caring. I cry out, my body trembling as he fucks my ass, the sound of a loud spank filling the room.
"You like that, don’t you?" he grunts, his thrusts growing more erratic. "You love taking my cock in this tight little ass."
"Yes!" I cry, my body trembling on the edge of another climax.
He growled, his pace still measured, but his cock dipping deeper and deeper.
“I think you like taking deep cock. And you know what? I like it too. I’m not going to stop until I’m completely buried inside of you.
” His cock continues pistoning in and out of my ass.
I can feel my orgasm building. He’s right I do like feeling him deep inside of me.
“You take this big cock like a very good girl. And I’m going to reward you with an ass full of my seed. I know you like that.”
"I’m gonna cum," I cry, my voice breaking. "I’m gonna?—"
"Cum for me, baby," Sebastian growls, his thumb finding my clit as he fucks me through my orgasm. "Let me feel that tight little ass milk my cock."
I squeeze my ass tightly as explosions rock through my groin. My thighs tense and I can feel my heart beat in my swollen folds. My body is spent and my muscles are limp.
I collapse on the bed, face down, ass up, as he buries himself to the hilt, fulfilling his promise of filling yet another hole full of his hot ropes of cum. He falls on top of me. His slick body covering mine and I can feel a smile growing on our faces.
This is what pure satisfaction feels like. Not just sexual satisfaction… but emotional satisfaction. I have never been happier in my whole life.