My legs shook, tightening around his waist, as a pressure I’d never experienced built inside of me. His thrusts sped up, erratic and strong. I hit my climax a moment before him. Our pulsing muscles playing a song that only we could hear. I sank back onto the bed, boneless and sore.
Seb’s gaze on me was a picture of confusion. His eyes bounced between mine, his breath labored, skin coated in a sheen of sweat.
Insecurities bubbled up from low in my belly, rising to the surface. But before they were fully marinated, Seb grabbed my face and crashed his lips into mine fiercely.
He pulled back and left me floating on a cloud of bliss.
“Lydia,” Seb called, concern lacing his voice. I looked up… or down… to where Seb was kneeling between my legs. “You’re bleeding.”
“Oh. That’s okay. That happens the first time, right?” I was eighteen. I paid attention in health class. I knew not to get worked up over it.
His eyes rounded, concern turning to horror. “Your first time?”
“Don’t freak out on me. That was good, right?” He stared at me, unblinking. I swallowed roughly. “Right? I thought it was good.” He was making me nervous. The fear that I was bad at sex hit me in the chest.
“It was fucking phenomenal,” he growled harshly, pulling at his hair.
“Shhh. Keep your voice down.” I looked behind me at the door, trying to hear if there was any indication that someone had heard him, pride swelling up in my chest. I turned to face Seb again, smiling. “Thanks for my birthday present.”
“I was supposed to give you something, not take something from you.”
“You did. You gave me the best first experience,” I told him honestly.
Seb got up and immediately started to dress. “Stay there. I’ll grab you a facecloth.”
“Don’t worry. I have a towel in the laundry,” I told him.
“I’ll get it.” He spun around, an uncharacteristic nervous energy radiating off him as he looked for the laundry basket. He found it in the corner of my room and pulled a towel out. “Is this one okay?”
I nodded. The weight of what we just did settled into my gut. I’d known Sebastian for most of my life; he was my brother’s best friend. He was too good-looking for his own good and charming to everyone he met. The fact that he wanted me set my heart fluttering.
He tried to clean up the mess between my legs, but I pulled the towel from his grip instead. It was dumb to be embarrassed by it, but I was. I didn’t want him to think I was gross.
We stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to do next. How to act.
“Well,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I should get going, I guess.”
“Yeah, okay. Thanks for stopping by, I guess.”
He shook his head with a grin, and I followed him to the window. He opened the glass pane and screen beforethrowing his leg over the sill. I didn’t really want him to go, but I couldn’t ask him to stay. That would only come across as clingy and needy. He straddled the windowsill, half in and half out, and turned to face me. His gaze traced my face slowly, and butterflies erupted in my belly.
He reached for my waist and dragged me close to him. His lips on mine sent tingles across my skin. A low groan came from him before he pulled back and dropped to the ground with a dimpled smirk and a thud. I watched him go, a delicious new smile on my face, the scent of our climax tickling my nose.
* * *
“Well, don’t you look well kissed,” Sunday Jones said, sidling up next to me on the way to my next class.
“What?” My face dropped. How could she know about what happened between Seb and me last night?
“Sebastian Devereux, right?”
My thick, dark eyeliner helped me level a menacing look her way. “What are you talking about?”
“Did you or did you not hook up with Sebastian Devereux last night? Inquiring minds want to know.”
I stopped short in the middle of the hallway. Two other students nearly walked into me, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t moving until I had more information. “What is this about?” I asked harshly.
“Ugh,” she sighed, rolling her eyes like explaining this to me was more work than she signed up for. “You’ve got yourself areputation as being a cocktease,” she started.
