I shiver.
“Now…” He steps closer, one hand cupping my cheek, his thumb tracing my bottom lip. “Open your mouth for me, Trouble.”
I do. His gaze doesn’t leave mine for a second, watching my obedience with something close to reverence—like this isn’t just sex to him. He coaxes my jaw open a little wider, his touch soft, almost tender. A complete contradiction to the rough demand blazing in his eyes.
“You wanna play games, Trouble?” he asks, voice raw. “Then let’s play.”
He nudges the thick, flushed head of his cock against my lips, and instinct takes over. I close my mouth around him, sucking gently, tasting him, letting my tongue slide over the sensitive underside. His groan is immediate, guttural.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls, fingers sliding into my hair.
I hollow my cheeks just a little, sucking harder, and the sound he makes—Jesus. It vibrates straight through me. His hand tightens at the back of my head.
“Open wider for me, Trouble.” I do. Without hesitation. “Such a good girl.”
The praise goes straight to my core. He sinks deeper, slow at first, letting me adjust, letting me feel every inch he gives me. My eyes flutter, watering slightly as he hits the back of my throat, but I breathe through it, relax, and he slides even further.
“Fuck, Liv…” he rasps, staring down at me like I’m undoing him. “You look so fucking pretty with my cock down your throat.”
I flatten my palms on his hips, digging my nails into the skin,urginghim to move. To let go. And when he does, when he rolls his hips and starts to fuck my mouth, I swear I moan around him. It’s filthy and desperate. I reach between his legs, my handsliding lower, fingers cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He jerks, and a strangled sound rips from his throat. Needing something, anything, to take the edge off the throbbing pulse between my legs, I slide one hand down my stomach and find my clit, rubbing slow, tight circles as he thrusts into my mouth. Sebastian freezes.
“Fuck!” he grits out, yanking back with a sharp inhale. His cock slips from my lips, wet and heavy and twitching against his stomach. He drags a hand down his face like he’s trying to get a grip on himself, then grabs my wrist, pulling me upright with a roughness that lights every nerve in my body on fire.
“Sit up,” he orders, voice wrecked. I climb up, breathless, my pulse hammering. He follows, settling back against the headboard, chest rising hard, eyes dark as sin. “Need to taste you again,” he growls, crooking a finger. “Come here, Trouble.”
He wants me on top of him.Facingaway. Oh… this is naughty. A flush crawls up my neck. I’ve never sixty-nined before. Not even close. He sees the hesitation, of course he does, and his lips curve in a slow, devastating smirk.
“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetheart,” he murmurs. “Turn around. Ass up here.”
My whole body tightens at the command. Still trembling, I move, swinging one leg over him until I’m straddling his chest, my ass hovering above him. His hands glide up the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer until my knees are braced on either side of his head, and his breath ghosts over the soaked heat between my legs.
“Good girl,” he whispers, guiding me down inch by inch. “Just like that.”
His mouth is a breath away from my pussy. I barely have time to brace myself before he drags me down the rest of the way, and the second his tongue touches me, I break.
A sound punches out of my chest as I sink my mouth over his cock, taking him deep enough that the head nudges the back of my throat. His groan vibrates straight through my core. He doesn’t ease in, he consumes me, dragging his tongue through my folds with such filthy focus, it has my hips bucking. Every pass of his tongue is practised and hungry, like he’s been waiting to taste me again since the moment I left his bed last night. He groans louder, the sound crawling up my spine and detonating somewhere behind my ribs.
“Sebastian—” I try, but it’s useless. He sucks hard and deep, and the word dies in a whimper.
I take him deeper, tongue swirling, greedy for more. The taste of him. The stretch. The way his hips lift like he’s seconds from losing it. I hollow my cheeks, wrapping a hand around his base, the other splayed on his thigh as he drags me closer.
“Oh, Trouble…” he groans into me, mouth relentless, “you’re fucking unreal.”
His tongue circles my clit, and everything inside me coils tight. I grind down, moaning around his cock. That’s all it takes. He jerks beneath me, groaning into my pussy, his grip tightening on my thighs. And I fall. I come undone with his mouth on me, my body shaking, my cry swallowed around the thickness of him still pulsing on my tongue. Then, he’s right behind me.
His groan rips through me, hips flexing as he pulses hot into my mouth. I feel every twitch of his cock, every shudder in his body as release slams into him. I’m still trembling from my own orgasm, the aftershocks pulsing through my thighs, drawn out by the way his mouth clings to me. For a long while afterwards, as we come down from our high, we’re just two bodies trembling in sync, mouths too full to speak, too wrecked to move.
31
Olivia
Am I Okay? - Megan Moroney
In Too Deep - Belinda Carlisle
December crept in without warning, and now the air feels heavier.
Thicker. Like it’s soaked in the weight of the year ending and all the quiet, creeping doubts I’ve been trying not to acknowledge. I’ve been here almost four months. Babysitting Teddy. Being with Sebastian. Living in this strange little pocket of a life I never expected to find, but somehow don’t want to leave. It’s been easy, which is what scares me the most.
