I rode him like that, pleasured both by his hard cock and his fingers on my nub. An orgasm crashed into me, taking me almost by surprise. I threw back my head and let out a soft little cry, clenching down and riding him through it.
When it was over, he was still hard and hot inside me.
“Don't tell me…this ride’s over,” he gasped.
I smiled down at him. “Honey, we’re just getting started.”
I rose off him and shifted around until my back was to him—reverse-cowgirl position. Then I sank down again. The angle was a little different that time and lit up all new points inside of me.
Sebastian gasped. His hands fell to my hips, and he helped me rise and fall on him, thrusting up just as much as I was pushing down.
I felt myself rising again to an ecstasy that was just out of reach.
“Sebastian!” I groaned, begging as I shoved myself down on top of him.
His cock hit me again perfectly on the inside. I felt my pleasure peak just as Sebastian groaned as well, his own thrusts becoming messy and erratic. We came at the same time, delighting in our own orgasms.
Finally, I came down from cloud nine and reluctantly slid off Sebastian. He raised his arm, and I settled down next to him, using him as a pillow.
I snuggled into his neck. There wasn't a lot of room on the bed, so I used that as an excuse to cuddle close.
“That was great,” I murmured. “Except you didn’t say, ‘Yeehaw.’”
“I ride English saddle, not Western,” Sebastian said as I lay on his chest.
“Then you can say, ‘Tally ho!’”
38
Sebastian
Iwished I could have spent more time with Amy over the next few days. Being around her was the only thing that calmed me down and kept me from obsessing over the fact that I was about to lose my little brother. Along with spending time with Amy, I also wanted to spend time with Alfie. I did not want to spend time with my father and future stepmother. However, that was how I would be spending my Saturday.
I kept Hunter’s advice in mind. I would not turn the situation into a competition with my father for custody of my brother. In fact, I was going to treat everyone to a nice meal after the graduation. No one could say I was trying to alienate my father after the performance I was going to put on. I hoped Hunter was right and that, after a while, my father would just lose interest.
Alfie yawned beside me as we walked into the Between Her Biscuits café at the base of the historic building that housed the Rural Trust Foundation.
“You’re all dressed up,” Amy said.
“Amy!” Alfie said in excitement.
“Wait! Wait!” She pulled out a pink squirt bottle and sprayed her hands then Alfie’s before wrapping him in a hug.
I was oddly touched that she had remembered.
“Don’t act like it’s so crazy,” she told me, sticking out her tongue over Alfie’s head. “I’m a wedding planner. I have to remember every little preference and idiosyncrasy of the brides. At least you’re consistent. I’ve had brides change on a whim before. One week, we had a bride who insisted that when she arrived at the office, we have exactly one strawberry macaroon waiting for her along with a glass of ice water, and the next week she decided she hated macaroons and wanted kale chips instead.”
“Sounds high maintenance.”
“You have no idea!” She laughed as Alfie ran off to look at the menu. “Weddings in the City is the premier luxury wedding firm, and it’s the little touches that set us above the rest.”
“Not to pat yourself on the back.”
She pretended to dust off her shoulder then smiled up at me. “What can I say? I have expensive taste.” She stood up on her toes to pull me in for a kiss. “And you’re exhibit one.”
“I’m extremely low maintenance,” I argued.
“Uh-huh. That’s why you’re in a three-piece suit with French cuffs for a leisurely day in town?”
