My palms scraped up his pants, getting right to work on the zipper. Tugging at the fabric, I dragged the leather and his underwear down to his knees, exposing his hardness to the night air. He fisted my hair as my tongue trailed over his tip, then releasing a hearty moan when I took him in my mouth.
“If you let me take you back to our room, I can do to you exactly what I’ve been thinking about all damn day,” he practically groaned as I took him deeper.
Tauntingly, I let him glide out of my lips. “And what might that be?” I breathed, the wetness my mouth left on him glimmering in the starlight.
He didn’t get to respond before my lips were back around him, pulling another moan from him. Hand still laced through my hair, he pushed my head down, forcing me to take his entire length. Warmth filled my body, pure need and ecstasy pulling at my core as I stroked him up and down with only my mouth.
My palms flattened against his thigh muscles, scraping upwards to grip his hips where my nails dug into his flesh, tearing free another encouraging groan from him.
His cock shuddered between my lips and I could feel his need for release growing stronger with each stroke of my tongue. I licked him entirely, savoring the size and taste of him in my mouth. My own moan ripped free from my lips, though stifled by my full mouth.
With a desperate whimper, he pulled me off of him by the hair he fisted.
“Stand up,” he demanded suddenly. His eyes were wild when they met mine, clouded with animalistic lust.
Unhurriedly, I rose, not removing my attention from him as my eyes scraped up his entire body, lingering on the deep V that carved out his lower abdomen.
Pulling his pants up enough to move, he then spun me around, directing me behind the bench. Not wasting a moment, he palmed my lower back, bending me over.
My hands flattened on the bench seat, supporting myself when he yanked my own pants down to my ankles.
“We are so fucked if anyone sees us.” The deep gravel of his voice strummed my eardrums.
“I couldn’t give a single fuck if anyone sees us,” I cried out as he merciless thrusted into me, my eyes rolling back in pure, raw satisfaction.
Sebastian threw a hand over my mouth, the other slapping my ass before gripping my hip, using it at leverage as he fucked me in the middle of the damn courtyard.
Of the countless times we have had sex, there were very few times that it was like this. Dirty. Raw. Primal. And, “Gods this feels so fucking good.”
My scream of pleasure was muffled by his palm, but he heard me just fine.
“You have no idea, love.” His thumb teased my lips, coercing them to part and thus allowing him entrance to my mouth. I groaned around his finger, then he dropped his hand from my mouth and used it instead to massage my swollen clit.
My mind was completely blank. I could think of nothing except the undiluted ecstasy that was Seb. Every part of him. His body merged with mine, dancing the most exquisite, luxurious waltz in the entire universe.
It wasn’t long before I exploded, and he, about to follow in pursuit, pulled himself out of me to guide me back to my knees. Itook him between my lips once more, sucking furiously until he released himself on my tongue with a raspy whine.
“Swallow.” He gripped my cheeks, and I gladly did as he ordered.
Sucking in air, he pulled me to my feet, his entire face appearing glossed over from pleasure.
I turned in a half circle, leaning back against the bench. “The rumors were true,” I said breathily, reaching down for my pants. “High sex is amazing.”
Sebastian adjusted his own clothing. “I think it’s just sex with you in general that’s amazing.” He chuckled, wiping my lips with his thumb and then pushing my destroyed braid off of my shoulder. “I like this look for you. Shows any assholes that look in your direction that you’re mine.”
A half-laugh, half-scoff broke free. “The only asshole looking at me is you.”
He stepped one foot closer, lifting my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Well, then I am the luckiest asshole to ever walk this planet.” Our lips fused together in a kiss that was much more loving than what we had just done to each other.
A yawn forced my hand over my mouth. “I’m ready for bed now.”
“Me too.” Sebastian fought his own yawn, his jaw instead clamping shut at the familiar sound of a gargling growl.
Chapter
Forty-Nine
The high I had been riding came crashing down like a ton of bricks.
