“You know what? Go find your bag. I’m going to grab a drink since I’m here.”
“Fine but keep your phone on you!” I tell her.
I’m nervous. I don’t want to see him. Hopefully, I’ll be in and out within ten minutes.
I check the couch but it’s not there. Looking around, I spot Stanley and go to him. “Stanley!”
“Hey Isabel, you’re back.”
“Yeah, I left my purse here last night. Please tell me you have it! Otherwise, I’m screwed.”
“Sebastian took it actually and since you said you were here to see him, I assumed he’d give it to you.”
“Oh, fuck.”
Stanley laughs at my worried facial expression.
“Just go ask him. He’s sitting outside.” He gestures to his backyard.
“Come with me?” I plead, which makes him laugh harder.
“No way. I’m not coming in between you guys. After you left last night, he proceeded to do five shots of tequila before storming out of here.” … Interesting. At least I now know he didn’t leave with Misty.
“Fine. Thanks, Stanley, really.”
“No problem. If things don’t blow up with the two of you, feel free to enjoy the party.”
“You do realize I’m basically in pajamas?”
“Still look hot to me.” He says with a wink.
“Yeah, yeah.” I wave him off and head outside.
I spot him sitting with a group of friends. Damn him, does he have to look like the spawn of Charlie Hunnam and Scarlett Johansson? And that damn baseball cap makes him that much more edible. I look down his body and notice his firm legs, chiseled chest, and strong arms. I shiver when I remember his tight hold on my body. I look back up and see him smirking at me. Crap, he caught me checking him out. Well, screw you Mr. I’m-ridiculously-hot-and-I-know-it, I’m just here for my purse, not you or your perfect, mouthwatering body.
I raise my chin and approach him confidently. As I near, he chuckles and turns away, ignoring me.
“Hey Seb?”
“Couldn’t stay away for long, could you?” He says rudely, causing his friends to laugh.
I roll my eyes. “Can I have my purse back? Stanley said you have it.”
“That silver thing? Nah, don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I cross my arms in annoyance. It is silver, he has it but doesn’t want to give it to me.
“What? Are you holding my purse hostage now? Didn’t realize you were into that sort of thing.”.
“Tell you what. Stay here for a couple of hours and I’ll give it to you.”
“What?” Why would he want that? “You know what? I’ll find it myself.” He knew I’d come back for my purse. It has to be here somewhere. I hurry indoors and walk up the stairs. I hear shuffling from behind me, and before I know it, I’m backed into the stair’s railing with Sebastian looking down at me angrily.
“I say you stay, you stay.”
I chuckle in response. Is he serious?
“No one ever says no to you, do they? Here’s one, NO.” I say on my tiptoes, closing in on him. I try moving away, but he holds me hostage against the railing. He’s so close, his lips millimeters from mine. Our anger rolls off our bodies, intertwining, and creating a sizzling heat, pulling us together. I shiver at his proximity, yet my anger doesn’t ebb.
Ignoring me, he looks directly at my lips. “Come upstairs with me.” He whispers. His breath caresses my lips, causing my judgment to falter.
“N-no.” I murmur, even though a part of me has no clue why I don’t take him up on the offer.
“Why are you denying us something we both want?” His hands hold me tight around the waist as his eyes spear me.
“I don’t want you.” I look away.
“Liar. Your nipples are rock hard, I can see them through your bra. Your face is flushed, and you can’t even catch your breath. I bet if I were to touch your pussy right now, it would be drenched.” I’m so caught up in his stare that I don’t notice his fingers which pinch my right nipple. I gasp in shock and slap his arm away. Even if my clit throbs in need.
He laughs then pushes away from me. “But I’m done asking. If you want your purse, you have to stay, and trust me you won’t find it on your own.” He walks off.
I walk shakily down the stairs and find Alayna staring at me with a smile on her face. “I know I said I wouldn’t watch, but damn. I can’t wait till you guys finally have sex, it’s going to be explosive.”
“He’s an ass!” I say through clenched teeth. “Alayna, he’s holding my bag hostage!”
“What?” She laughs. “The silver cute one? I mean if that’s what he’s into.”
“Funny.” I say, interlinking my arm through hers. “That’s what I told him.”
She laughs in response. “Great minds think alike. Come, let’s go for some fresh air.”
I follow her. I refuse to leave. Somehow, it feels like he wins if I do and he doesn’t get to win.
Walking outside, we settle on sunbeds surrounding the pool. Alayna grabs two flutes of champagne and hands me one. I down mine and hers so she picks up two more. She starts telling me a story about her brother when suddenly, her eyes widen at something behind me. I start to follow her gaze, but she grabs my hand to regain my attention.
“Let’s just leave.” She says desperately.
I turn around to see what made her nervous. Sebastian’s holding a girl’s waist and is flirting with her as she giggles in response.
“Seriously? He’s making me stay here so I can watch him flirt with other girls?”
“The boys of our generation. Can’t live with them, can’t live without them.”
“You know what?” I stand up fuming.
“Oh no, what are you planning?” Alayna asks cautiously.
“Two can play at that game.” I grab her champagne and chug it as I look around. I see Stanley talking to a guy. Perfect.
I approach him.
“Hey.” He smiles at me.
“Hey.” I say sweetly and stand way too close to him. His friend walks away, giving us privacy.
“What happened with Sebastian?”
“Nothing happened.” I say, holding his arm. He takes the opening and wraps his arms around me. I’m slightly uncomfortable being so close to him, so I take a tiny step away, so our bodies aren’t touching.
“Is that so?” He raises an eyebrow in question. “Then why’s he looking at me like he wants to kill me right now?”
I go up to his ear to whisper. “We’ll just ignore him.”
“What’s your game, Isabel?” He knows what I’m doing but he continues playing along.
“Am I that transparent?” I ask embarrassed.
“Yep. If your fake flirting didn’t give it away, the look Sebastian is giving me says it all.” He laughs out loud and so do I.
“Oh god, I’m sorry, it’s just-” I’m interrupted when he places his hand on my upper arm.
“Don’t worry. Let’s at least make it believable.” He grabs my face in one hand and the other rests on my waist. Okay, I officially regret this. I blame the alcohol.
“Hey-”
I try to move back but he stays holding on to me. “Come on, let’s see how he reacts from a kiss.” He leans closer to me and I immediately lean back. “Don’t kiss me!”
Suddenly, I’m free from his hands and I stumble backward. Stanley’s pushed against the wall by a furious Sebastian.
“I already told you guys, no one touches her.” He threatens before releasing Stanley and coming towards me. Oh shit.
He ducks and grabs me around the thighs and hauls me over his shoulder.
I’m silent for a few seconds as I take in what happened. I look up and everyone is looking at us. That brings me back to my current situation. I slap his thighs as I try to get loose.
“Put me down!” I shout.
“Nope.”
He charges up the stairs, enters an empty bedroom, and throws me on the be
d. I don’t have a second to myself before he’s on top of me. He holds my hands over my head and looks down at me furiously.
“Were you going to fucking kiss him?” He seethes out.
“Maybe!” I yell back, lying through my teeth, unable to let my pride go.
“You think you can fuck with me this way? That you can flirt with my friends?” He shouts.
“And what? Do you think it’s okay to force me to stay here just so I can see you flirt with another girl? Besides, Stanley is nice to me!” I shout back, just as intensely. My heart is beating a million miles per second, or at least it feels like it is. I’m furious and so is he. His breathing is faster than mine and his anger, more powerful. The energy between us is scalding hot. His body is shaking in anger and mine shivers in a mixture of fury and desire.
“Do not say his name!”
“Ohh.” I taunt. “Jealous of Stanley, are we?” He growls in response and leans down to bite my bottom lip painfully.
“Ah!” I gasp from the action and my body arches instinctively. This moment is overwhelming.
His hands loosen and I take advantage of his weakened hold to slip out from under him. I stand as he sits on the bed, fists clenched.
“Careful Sebastian. You’re acting like a jealous boyfriend.” I imitate his words. He immediately stands up and approaches me.
“Don’t touch him again.” He says through his clenched teeth, pulling me by my waist so that our bodies are touching.
“I thought you didn’t want a girlfriend.”
“I don’t want a fucking girlfriend.” He grits out.
“Then what the fuck do you want?” I growl, pushing uselessly against his chest.
“You!” He shouts so loudly, I feel it vibrating from the walls. “I want to fuck you like crazy! I want to devour you, Isabel. I want to taste your pussy. I want to make it drip for me. I want to feel your wet tight cunt choking my cock. I want you on your knees wetter than ever before begging to be filled by my cock.”
And then all hell breaks loose.
He grabs my face in his hands and kisses me. No, this isn’t a kiss. He’s dominating me. It’s vicious, rough, and hard. His kiss tells me that I’m his, at least in this moment I am. I kiss him back just as rough, biting him after he bites me. I grab his hair and pull it, as he does with mine. We’re fighting with one another through our kiss.
“You touch Stanley again and I will hurt him.” He grabs my chin to get his message across. “You don’t want that on your conscience.”
The jealousy, the emotions, the attraction, it’s too much. I grab his shirt and pull it off. He grips my thighs and tosses me on a table behind me before grabbing them again, pulling them apart and settling himself between them.
He yanks my pants and underwear off in one go, followed by my tank top as I pull down his jeans and boxers. There’s no need for foreplay. The foreplay has been going on for days now. This is us finally succumbing to our desire to be buried deep in one another. Before today, I needed him inside me. Now? Now, I might die if I don’t feel him inside me.
“Then maybe you shouldn’t fucking taunt me.” I respond to his previous words.
He unhooks my bra and throws it across the room. He leans down and bites both nipples then sucks them until they’re rock hard.
“I didn’t do shit! You’re the one who was going to kiss my friend.” He grabs a condom and I take it from him, ripping it open with my teeth, and wrapping it around his extremely hard cock.
“I did nothing.” I say through clenched teeth and grab his face to kiss him.
“Fucking liar.” He responds, pulling my hair roughly as he sucks at my neck and chest. “You don’t touch Stanley, not any other guy.” He barks, pulling my hair back so I’m looking straight into his eyes.
“And you don’t fuck Misty or any other girl! This won’t be a one-way thing.” I say back to him.
He growls, grabs my hips, and in one powerful thrust, he’s inside me and it is heaven.
He pushes me down so I’m lying flat on the wooden table. Grabbing my hips, he slams into me over and over, each thrust harder than the last.
“You drive me fucking crazy. Oh fuck, this pussy.” He grunts. But I’m incapable of replying. He’s driving into me so fast, so hard that my mind’s occupied with the sensation. He reaches up and grabs my breasts. Using them as leverage, he continues fucking me harder than I’ve ever been fucked. I place my hands on top of his on my breasts and arch up closer to his hands.
“Harder Sebastian!” I moan, unable to stay quiet.
He grunts and grabs my shoulders. He holds them firmly and pulls me towards him as he drives into me. I scream at each thrust. It’s too hard. Too painful. And it’s perfect. He reaches a part of me no one ever has. We’re sweating, writhing and moaning. I scratch at his arms as pressure mounts in my body.
“Sebastian, oh fuck!”
The table is banging against the wall.
Frames fall off and break on the floor.
The laptop crashes on the ground.
So does the lamp.
But we don’t stop, not for a second. He leans in and painfully sucks at my sensitive neck and breasts, leaving evidence of our animalistic fucking. He bites my nipple hard then soothes it with a gentle lick. He flicks his tongue against my hard nub in quick motions over and over again.
Oh fuck!
He reaches down and rubs my clit using his thumb.
“Do you want to come, angel?” It’s the first time he’s called me that since the day we met, and the endearment makes my pussy clench. “I want you to drench my cock. Give me your come. Come for me now!” He says through gritted teeth.
Two more thrusts and I fall blissfully into an orgasm that goes on and on. My voice goes hoarse from all the screaming. I shout his name over and over until he comes and falls on top of me.
We stay there for a while, catching our breath. I’m a sticky, sweaty mess and so is he.
“My first assessment of you was correct.” He says after a minute or two.
“Hmm?” I manage to squeeze out.
“You must be an angel because nothing’s felt that fucking good in my life.”
He pulls out of me and I whimper from the loss.
“Shh.” He strokes my cheek gently and slowly lifts me and sits on the bed so that I’m straddling him. We catch our breath with my head tucked into his neck, his hands stroking my back.
“The sounds you made when you came…” He whispers as he slides his hands to tweak my nipples.
“N-no.” I stutter, “I can’t. Not yet.”
“I need more from you.” He lifts me and moves my pussy against his cock. Back and forth… back and forth.
“Ah! No, it’s just -.”
“Give it time.” He says in a gentle voice. He keeps moving me until my clit tingles once again. With the strength I have left, I begin grinding myself slowly on his cock.
“Fuck.” He says, halting my movements. “I can tell you’re sore, but I can’t help it. I need to hear you come one more time.”
He watches me as his hands disappear between my legs. He circles my clit with his thumb and thrusts one finger in me. He slowly builds up the pressure.
“Sebastian.” I moan out loud. I try to kiss him, but he moves back.
“I want to watch you come. Keep your eyes open, look at me.” I look into his eyes, and my breath hitches when I see his messed-up hair. I recall pulling it over and over again when he was thrusting ruthlessly into me.
“Your pussy just tightened on my fingers, do you like what you see, angel?” He asks, before adding a second finger inside me. God, I love it when he calls me angel.
“Yes, Sebastian, so much.” I groan when he starts pumping his fingers faster and harder into me.
“Tell me you’ll stay the night.”
“W-what? Oh!” He takes his fingers out and rubs my wetness on my clit. He goes from my hole to my clit, fingering me then rubbing me and I am a mess.
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�Stay the night, let me have you as many times I want.”
“Sebastian!” I moan, needing to come.
“Stay the night, angel, and I’ll let you come.”
“I-I, y-you can’t ask m-me when- FUCK!” He’s fingering me harder and faster.
“Say yes, Isabel.”
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