Chapter 4 Just Another Day In Paradise #2
“Do you really think I’d wait this long for just a hookup?” He smiles and chuckles. “You know, if you want to take a chance with an old friend who wants to be more than a cliché friends with benefits …”
“Really?” My voice comes out whisper-soft. I can’t break his gaze and all my emotions swirl in his soft brown eyes. More than lust. More than friendship. “You want to be my guy?”
“I should have asked you out first. I shouldn’t have fallen for my best friend’s girl. I shouldn’t have been happy when you broke up.”
It’s all I need. I lean in, erasing all distance, his hand still on mine. I don’t cup his face or second-guess making the first move. He fell for me. Watching his eyes for any sign to stop, I press my lips against his full lips and kiss him.
My lips softened by lip balm, press against Seb’s full lips. Time stops, the world stops spinning. Nothing and everything makes sense.
My life ends and begins with one kiss.
He stills and for one terrifying heartbeat, I think I’ve made a mistake. That I misread his signals. Then his hand slides into my hair, cradling the back of my head as if he needs to control a situation that is rapidly spinning out of control.
He kisses me back.
Seb Castillo tastes like wine and forbidden cheese.
But that’s only the beginning. When his thumb brushes my cheekbone and his tongue swipes against mine, I taste the years it took to get here, and my suppressed fears threaten to break the butterflies out of their cage.
The gentle pressure of his mouth and I feel like I’ve come home.
One kiss to rule my world, one kiss to … why am I even thinking when the alternative is to allow Seb to take me?
He’s the first to deepen the kiss, but when I match his intensity, his guttural groan sends tingles up and down my spine.
He drops a hand to my waist, pulling me onto his lap.
He instinctively know how to hold me, how to bring me closer until we fit together as if we’ve been together forever.
My hunger for him becomes desperate as our tongues dance together, finding their way.
Unabashed, I wriggle in his lap against the friction of his bulge. I want to reach down and stroke it, just to confirm it’s real and for me. Then the doubts flood my stupid brain.
It’s too quick … we’ve been friends since high school.
We’re reacting to being forced together … what if he came here early to find me.
This takes us out of the dreaded friends zone, if it doesn’t work out I lose him as a friend … but he said he fell for me. What if he still does?
We break apart, panting as if we’ve run a marathon. Perhaps we have … a ten year marathon. I struggle to meet his gaze, unnerved by his naked desire. Connor never looked at me that way.
My baby. Seb doesn’t know about my baby. If he doesn’t know the biggest part of my story, how can we do this?
“Tasha? We don’t have to, unless you’re sure.”
He waits until I can raise my eyes to meet his. Yes, there’s desire. But there’s also a deep kindness that is uniquely Seb. I should tell him about my baby, but the words come out differently. “There hasn’t been anyone since … a long time.”
He kisses me again, and this time he kisses me all the way to the living room.
His hands find the zipper at the back of my dress.
The sound of it lowering seems impossibly loud in the quiet of my bungalow—just our breathing and the distant sound of waves through the open windows.
What if he’s not as good as he is in my dreams?
What if I’m not worth waiting years for?
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs against my neck, even as his fingers trace the newly exposed skin of my back, pushing my dress down, over my hips, dropping to the floor. “Tell me you don’t want me as much as I want you.”
“Don’t stop.” I step out, grateful not to wear shoes that would only get caught in the fabric.
“Tell me you have no intention of checking your phone until our friends are scheduled to arrive. No Romany. No wedding planning. Just you, and me, and this …”
He laughs, low and rough, pressing his hands against my hips and dragging them up. I wait for him to stop at my breasts, but he keeps going until he palms my face. I’m standing in just my underwear, and for a moment I’m self-conscious.
“Tasha. Dear, sweet, sexy as fuck, Tasha.” The way he’s looking at me stops every anxious thought in its tracks. I want to believe he doesn’t look at those models the way he is looking at me, now. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
My fingers flounder with his shirt buttons, but he doesn’t rush me. Just thumbs my cheeks and watches with dark eyes as I push the linen off his shoulders, revealing the body I could draw in my sleep.
Turns out reality is better than fantasy.
We make it to the wall next—his mouth on mine, his hands everywhere, my back against the cool plaster as he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around his waist and we grind naturally together.
His erection finding my pelvic bone, rubbing in that delicious way has me ready for more.
I wanted to be screwed against a hotel wall, but this is next level.
Do I want the rest of my life knowing our first time was just fucking?
Or do I want a bed where there’s room to move, to fit together the way I’ve hoped?
“Bedroom,” I manage between kisses. “Now.”
“Bossy girl. I like.” He carries me there like I weigh nothing, and we fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and breathless laughter. But the laughter fades when he kisses down my throat, my collarbone, the valley between my breasts.
“I’ve thought about this,” he says against my skin. “Dreamed about it. What you’d taste like. What sounds you’ll make when I nibble your skin, when I tongue your center.”
I tremble as his hands slide up my thighs.
“Sebastian…” He can tongue my whatever, as long as I get to see him naked.
Okay, I also want to touch him naked and need him to get me naked.
My hands go from his face to my panties only for him to shake his head, brushing our noses together as if he needs some part of us to be connected at all times.
“Let me.” He hooks his fingers in my underwear, looking up at me with a question in his eyes.
One inch, and then another torturous inch. Even when I raise my hips to help, Seb removes my panties so slowly, I’m shivering in the heat. Kisses follow fingers until he settles between my thighs. He pushes my knees apart. Embarrassed at my lack of grooming down there, I try to cover up.
“Oh, no you don’t.” He pries my hands away.
“But I haven’t …” I tidied up before leaving Sydney, with the intention of getting a full wax tomorrow before hitting the beach.
“You are beautiful. Natural. I want to taste how ripe you are.”
“Wait,” I say, breathless. He wants to … what? Before I’ve even …? “I should …you don’t have to, I mean, I want to …” I reach for him, wanting to be the one to give pleasure. Again, he gently catches my wrist.
“Next time,” he says, kissing the inside of my palm. “Right now, this is about me pleasuring you. Please?”
The please undoes me.
I nod, and he smiles that devastating smile I want to believe he’s been saving for me, before lowering his head.
I gasp at the first touch of his tongue. It’s so hard, and soft. And the way his scruff grazes along my thighs has me arching off the mattress. My fingers tangle in his hair as he takes his time, learning what makes my breath hitch and my fingers tighten.
“Yes, there, just there.” I want more than my first tongue thrashing in years, but his cock will have to wait. This is so … selfless and giving. My hips arc, chasing him as he draws breath.
“You taste so good,” he murmurs against me, and the vibration of his voice sends sparks through my entire body. “Let me feel how responsive you are.”
I can’t think. Can’t form words. There’s only sensation—his mouth now competing with one finger plucking my clit like a guitar until a sharp buck of my hips captures his hand.
“Mmm, hungry girl.”
“You have no idea.”
“How’s this?” He changes positions, flicking my clit with his tongue as one finger plunges deep. “You feel so good.”
I can’t … I just can’t. It’s too much. I’m bucking, I’m arching, I’m writhing on the bed like a mad woman. All to chase his kiss, his touch, his … more.
“Seb…as…tian.” His name comes out broken. “I’m …”
“I know, sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He doubles his efforts, and I’m gone.
The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave.
I press his face tight between my legs, needing more of him, more of everything as I ride each contraction and spasm.
He doesn’t fight, doesn’t try to pull away.
If anything, he holds me through it, gently drawing out every last tremor with his tongue until I’m boneless and gasping.
When I can finally breathe again, he kisses his way back up my body, until resting with his chin between my breasts, looking impossibly smug. Well, he did blow away my cobwebs.
“That was …” Beyond pleasure. Magic. Everything. Impossible to replicate.
“The beginning.” He kisses me. My taste on his lips should be embarrassing but is somehow incredibly hot. “Ready for more?”
He strips efficiently, and I’m treated to the full view of Sebastian Castillo in all his naked glory. Better than my fantasies. Better than any romance novel cover. He’s real, and hard, and looking at me like I’m the answer to every question he’s ever asked.
“Condom?” I manage. I should have told him. It’s too late now. Does he need to know? I mean, I’m not asking for his body count, so why would he need to know about my … no. No sad thoughts. Not when he’s bending over, showing me his naked ass while he hunts for protection.
“Yes!” He sits back up, holding a foil packet. “Not that I was expecting anything, but I haven’t needed these things in months, and I bought a packet from the gift shop … and I don’t know … why are you laughing?”
“Because you’re so … you.” I laugh, breathless, as he rolls it on. “I promise, I’m not laughing at the size of what you’re packing but you are blushing.”
“You say the sweetest things.”
Then he’s over me, braced on his forearms, his weight a delicious pressure. Our eyes lock as he positions himself, and when he slowly and carefully pushes inside, I feel it everywhere. Not just the stretch and fullness, but the rightness of it. Of us.
“Tasha. Oh, fuck, you feel so good.” He hasn’t left my eyes, watching for any reaction.
Luckily, he stills, fully seated, giving me time to physically adjust. Emotionally?
I’m screaming into the night that Sebastian Castillo is inside me.
Whether its fucking or making love, he’s with me and not going anywhere.
Okay. I’ve officially lost the plot. But this is Seb!
“Tash? Babe? Are you okay?”
Oh.
He’s looking at me all concerned while I’m lost in my head. “What do you think?” I rock my hips in answer. He tosses his head back with a deep, guttural groan which I now recognize as uniquely Seb, and we start to move.
The rhythm builds. Our bodies find the language they’ve been speaking in my dreams. His large hands grip my hips to work them to his pace, my nails drag down his back and part of me wants them to become scars.
The sound of skin on skin mixes with our ragged breathing.
He shifts the angle to hit deeper. What?
I can’t be. I am—I’m climbing to my first, second orgasm experience.
“Come with me,” I gasp. If he gives me a second orgasm before he’s had his first, I don’t know if I can go back for a third.
“You first.” He reaches between us, fingers finding my clit with devastating precision. Consider my vibrator retired. Hell, even my fingers can retire if I can have Seb’s hands on tap.
“Please, I want you to come with me.” I’m running out of time.
“Okay.” His fingers rub harder as his thrusts become even more penetrating. I didn’t know my body could be used like this. “Let it go, Tash. Trust me and let it go. Clench around my cock. Milk my cock. Come with me.”
It takes three more thrusts, his fingers circling and pressing, and I shatter.
The orgasm rips through me, stronger than the first. I grab one wrist and move it to my breasts as I lean up to smack our lips together.
It happens all at once. He groans my name into our kiss, grips my breast as if he’s terrified I’ll disappear, and then fills me.
Sebastian Castillo comes inside me, filling the condom while I’m still clenching and spasming around him, each nerve firing.
If I could cry out his name, I would. But I’m beyond words or tears. I’ve wanted this moment for months, if not years. I’ve dreamed about him … questioned why he only saw me as a friend. His confessions last night and tonight were more than I expected.
He’s more than I expected.
We collapse together, sweaty and spent. He pulls me close, and I should feel perfect. I should feel complete. Instead, I feel like a liar.
There’s something he needs to know. Something that changes everything. But his hand is stroking my back … and his breathing is evening out … and if I tell him now, this moment ends.
So I stay quiet. Just for tonight.
Tomorrow, I’ll tell him tomorrow.
Jess changes girl group chat name to HelloTash
Jess to HelloTash: Earth to Tash, come in Tash
Lyssa: Or just tell us if you came
Lyssa: At least tell us you did the deed
Olivia: Tash we need proof of life?
Mel: the happy couple isn’t happy thinking that you two are coupling
Mel: I’m not judging
Lyssa: Don’t listen to Mel. We’ll all judge you
Lyssa: By the smile on your face.
Lyssa: please send us pics to share with the happy couple
Elena: Tash. No judgement. We just want to know that you’re okay
I sigh and close my screen. Sometimes, silence is the best answer of all. In any case, they’ll all be arriving tomorrow, along with the rest of the bridal party.
Which is when tonight becomes too much.