Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88305 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
My leg shakes so powerfully, I’m barely standing. I grip a handful of Sebastian’s hair for balance as my body slackens against the wall.
His tongue licks my swollen clit, then nibbles on it with his teeth as his fingers power deep into places I didn’t know existed.
It’s rough and brutal. Absolutely savage in its nature so that all I can feel is him and all I can smell is his spicy scent.
There’s nothing to save me from the moment, from the impact that I’m crashing onto.
A wave like I’ve never experienced before grabs hold of me and drags me under. My heart roars so loud, I’m scared it’ll stop altogether.
Maybe I’ll die in the throes of pleasure. Maybe this was always supposed to be the way to go.
The buildup is strong, but it’s not as frightening as when the orgasm actually slams into me with blinding force.
My moans echo in the air and I release Sebastian’s hair to slap a hand over my mouth.
I forgot that Coach and the others were right outside, that they could walk in on us at any second and see Sebastian eating me out and fingering me at the same time.
The image adds more intensity to my orgasm and my moans. I’m shaking so hard, my standing leg nearly buckles.
Sebastian peeks from between my legs and licks his lips suggestively. “Best meal in a while.”
14
Naomi
Something is off.
Me.
I’m off.
Ever since Sebastian had his tongue and fingers in and all over my most sensitive part, it’s like I’m an entirely different person.
Because I want it to continue.
No. I actually want another scene like in the forest where I’ll be on the receiving end this time. Or maybe it can start like in the forest and end like just now.
I still have that bet so I can ask for it…
I frantically shake my head. What the hell is wrong with me? Is there some loose screw in there?
Instead of finally leaving me alone, Sebastian exits the locker room first, saying he’ll wait for me outside.
He leaves me panting and hornier than when he first walked in. It takes everything in me to put on jeans and throw on a shirt and my leather jacket before I go out.
The late afternoon chill assaults my sensitive skin as I head to the parking lot. Sure enough, Sebastian is waiting in front of his Tesla. With Lucy.
I hurry toward them, my cheeks about to catch fire.
Why is he talking to her? Is he telling her about how shameless her friend is and how I came all over his tongue while he ate me out…?
My thoughts trail off when I see them smiling and in a vibrant mood. Sebastian is generally very good to look at and admire, like those all-American boys who live the dream on behalf of most of the population. Not only that, but from my observations, he can be a great talker, a charmer—a trait he inherited from his senator granddaddy.
Everything about him is perfection. Like his sharp features, designer clothes, and sophisticated manner of speech that no one could ever pull off as naturally as he does.
And yet, there’s the hidden side of him, the dirty-talking, perverted, and utterly destructive side that he showed me over the past couple of days. A side that I keep gravitating toward despite myself.
Lucy, just like everyone else, is in awe of the perfection he showcases to the world. The star image, the background, and the power his family holds. But I’m infuriatingly attracted to the other side of the coin. The dark, shadowed one.
And that’s dangerous.
Because it might lure me in and never let go.
Why couldn’t I be like Lucy and everyone else and just focus on his shallow existence?
More importantly, why couldn’t he be shallow?
Because even his body language right now is relaxed, his arms at either side of him, his shoulders at ease, and his features welcoming. He’s making my best friend feel comfortable more with his body than with his words.
Just what power does he have to make her fall for his charms like that?
And you. You forgot about yourself, Nao.
I shoo that tiny voice away as I slide to my best friend’s side and grab her by the arm. “Hey, Luce. Sorry I made you wait.”
“It’s okay. Sebastian told me you have plans.”
“No, we don’t.”
“Yes, we do.” Sebastian winks at Lucy. “Does she always play hard to get?”
“Uh…yeah, sort of.” My friend’s eyes shine with joy at being included. He made her feel like her opinion matters. As if he already figured out that shyness is her weakness and he’d get brownie points by being friendly.
“Ah. I knew I’d have my hands full with this one.” He nudges her shoulder with his. “Give me some pointers, would you?”
“She’ll give you pointers on how to get the hell out of here.” I jerk my head toward his car. “Leave.”