by Harper James
“Hey, now, you’re with Sebastian Slate to get dirt,” Sarah says playfully, nudging me.
“No, I—“ Ugh, I do not want to have to explain this in the middle of a party. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” she says.
“I know, but kissing him for information—“
“I just like kissing him,” Sarah says, blushing harder. “I just— I just want to kiss him. Does this mean I’m falling for the football team thing, though? I don’t…” She chews her lip, caught between desire and reason. The same cranny I’m caught between.
I sigh and smile at her. “I get it. Really,” I say, hoping she understands just how much. “But if you want to stop, you’re still capable of saying it, right? Don’t do anything—“
“I haven’t had anything to drink. Just sparkling water. I’m fine,” Sarah says. “But don’t…don’t tell Farrow about this, okay?”
“My lips are sealed,” I say, and Sarah grins, then bounds back to Conor, who sweeps his arm around her. Sebastian looked at me, one eyebrow lifted. “She’s fine,” I say, shrugging.
“Conor’s a decent person.”
“He hates me.”
“He’s jealous,” Sebastian argues. I’m about to protest, but he goes on. “Look, Conor and I have been a team since freshman year. We’ve had plenty of girlfriends and—“
“Is this supposed to be helping?” I ask, frowning.
Sebastian continues. “He’s a little jealous that I found someone worth keeping first. So I’m not surprised when he saw someone that reminds him of you, he went for her. He’s a decent person, even if he comes off cold, at first.”
“Alright,” I say, nodding. I trust Sebastian— obviously. If he says Conor’s decent, Conor must be decent. I’m about to say as much when three high school students trip into me, gleeful and drunk and beyond annoying.
“The future of Berkfield,” Sebastian says, shaking his head. “Really, Ashlynn: Get rid of New Recruits Week. It’s probably for the best.”
I smile and stand on my toes to kiss him— I still can’t reach his face, but he sees what I’m doing and ducks his head down to mine, kissing me gently. “Come on,” I say,” lowering myself back onto my heels and tugging on his sleeve.
“Where are we going?” he asks.
“Somewhere private,” I answer. “If I’m going to actually get a feel for what New Recruits Week is all about, I’ve got to do the thing right, you know. I’ve got to sleep with a football star.”
21
I expected us to go to his room— that’s where I was trying to pull him. Instead, Sebastian gives me a sly look, then guides me toward one of the exterior doors in the kitchen. I’ve never been in their backyard before, and I’m surprised to find that it’s lovely. I must be professionally landscaped, of course— the beer pong tables are set up around perfectly tended camellias, and there’s a guys versus girls game of corn hole happening by some lovely dogwood trees. Sebastian waves to a few friends as we walk toward the back of the yard, where there are benches tucked away underneath sweeping holly trees.
“Come here,” he says, sitting down, then guiding me onto his lap, my legs swung out across the vacant spot on the bench. I’m about to laugh at the positioning when I feel it— his erection, hard and eager, pressing through the thin fabric of the jersey and my panties.
“Here?” I ask in disbelief, looking at the not-insignificant crowd of people milling around the backyard. We’re a bit away from them, but still…
“Here,” Sebastian says firmly, like this isn’t to be questioned. I bite my lip nervously and try to glance back at the partygoers again, but Sebastian puts a finger to my chin and guides my face back toward his. “You said you trust me.”
“I do, but I’ve never done anything like this before,” I say shakily.
“Then you’re in good hands,” he answers, and as if to prove his point, he slides one up my thigh. I spread my legs a tiny bit, allowing him access to rub the side of his hand against my pussy, massaging me gently. I moan softly as I can, and tilt my head against him. It isn’t long till I can feel my panties have soaked through. “There you go,” Sebastian says gently, dragging his tongue up the side of my neck before kissing my lightly by my ear. “You get wet for me so quickly, even when you’re nervous.” He shifts his weight slightly, and his erection becomes even stiffer, pressing across my ass cheeks like I’m being lashed with it. “And you make me so hard,” he adds, exhaling as if this still alarms him.
I smile and begin to rock my hips back and forward, coaxing him, moaning when I feel his cock throb in response beneath me. Sebastian meets my eyes, then lowers his mouth to my neck and bites me there, hard enough that I suspect it’ll leave a mark— and I like that. I like the idea of having his sign on me, of being his. He tilts me back in his arms a bit, almost cradling me, then glances up at the crowd. He must be confident no one is looking, because he slips his fingers through the bottom of my panties and pulls them down to my ankles, then off entirely. When he tucks them into his pocket like a keepsake, I practically hear myself purr for him.
“You know how badly I wanted to do this to you that first night, when I saw you wearing this?” he murmurs, placing his hand back between my legs. I spread them far as I dare in such a public spot, and Sebastian moves his hand so that he’s cupping my ass with his fingers, and entering my pussy with his thumb. I moan and grind down on him, my arms looped tightly around his neck, my body desperate despite my fear someone might see what we’re up to. Sebastian keeps talking, “I had big plans that night. I was already thinking about how you’d look bent over my bed. How my cock would look sliding in to you.” He moves to my clit as he says this and rubs it lightly before returning to my pussy.
“Sebastian,” I whisper. “I’m not sure I can be quiet. I’ve never been quiet with you.”
“Shhh,” he says. “Have I let you down before?”
I shake my head. Sebastian kisses me, then, thumb still in my pussy, slides his pointer finger up to my other entrance. I squirm and nearly cry out, but then Sebastian’s tongue is in my mouth and my cries are muted. I groan into his lips when he lightly presses his pointer finger against my asshole, and it slips in with little protest. My body trembles, shivers in response, and I flex my hips, drunk with the feeling of his fingers in both places at once, drunk with the longing to feel him go deeper in both. Sebastian looks down at me, pleased with his work.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asks, biting at my lip lightly. “You like me playing with your ass.”
“I like you playing with me, period,” I gasp back as he slides both fingers slightly farther in me.
“I thought so. Maybe I’ll fuck you there one day, Ashlynn,” he muses. “When I think you can take it.”
“I can take it,” I beg, lifting my hips, trying to get him deeper.
He shakes his head. “You may want it, but I’d hurt you. We’ll have to build up to that. So for now…” he says, removing his hand and shifting me to the side. With another cautious glance up at the party, he reaches down and unbuttons his pants, then slides his cock through the hole in his boxers. His cock lifts out, huge and throbbing and intimidating— it’s still so intimidating, to look at such a large thing and think about it entering my pussy.
I wait, confident that Sebastian will position me how he wants me— he always does, even when we’re not someplace where I can actual hear conversations going on between others. He takes me back in his arms, positions my back to his chest, then guides his cock to my slit. I moan— I’m staring straight at the rest of the party now, though, and I’m wary of catching their attention, so I fight to swallow the sound. When I’ve settled, Sebastian lifts his hips and eases me down onto his cock. From the front, I suppose it might just look like I’m sitting on his lap. Or at least, I hope that’s how it looks.
Sebastian begins to rock forward, sending me swaying on his cock, which presses against my walls in a way that makes me long to scream. I
can feel him pulsing in me, can feel every contour of his cock buried in my pussy, and it makes me want to collapse forward so he can fuck me hard. But no, not here— we can’t here. Instead, Sebastian holds me tight to his chest and continues to rock forward and back, until my mind is chaotic and my heart is pounding with pleasure. It’s such a slow, precise movement— I can’t believe it can make me feel as heady and dizzy as the hard fuckings he’s given me before do.
“I’ll come soon,” I stammer, working hard to keep the words at a whisper instead of a shout. Staying quiet makes me feel like a lightning storm in a bottle, and the orgasm threatening me is rushing around my fingers and toes, not just my clit.
“So soon?” Sebastian asks, pretending he’s disappointed. He glances at the party again, then lifts me from his cock. My body cries out at his absence, and I whimper, wanting him back in me so badly. So badly that I don’t protest when Sebastian rises and motions for me to turn over. My elbows rest on the back of the bench, my knees on the seat, which means my ass is perfectly positioned at the level of Sebastian’s cock. He lowers his head and licks my pussy, sliding his tongue up and along my asshole until I moan.
“Are you still thinking about someone seeing us?” he asks dangerously.
“No,” I stammer.
“What are you thinking about, Ashlynn?”
I swallow, daring myself to say it out loud. “You fucking me. I need you. Please, Sebastian,” I choke on my words. My pussy aches for him, truly aches, and knowing he’s so close but not in me is destroying me.
“I thought you might be,” Sebastian whispers into my ear, then slides his cock into me. This angle allows him to go deeper, and now that I’ve had him a few times, he’s relentless as he thrusts into me, bouncing my body up and down on him. I moan; Sebastian reaches around and puts his fingers in my mouth to quiet me, and I suck on his thumb as if it’s his cock, twirling my tongue around it. Sebastian had his other hand on my ass cheek for balance, but then he moves it over and fingers my ass delicately, pushing deeper and deeper into that entrance with each thrust of his cock. It hurts in the most amazing way— just like his enormous cock in my pussy hurt the first time. It makes me want more of it.
I can’t take it anymore— I give in to the orgasm that’s pulsing through me, exhaling, moaning, letting it sweep me away. Sebastian feels it coming on, and I hear him give in too; we’re going to come together again, and I can’t help but love the fact that we can do this, that we can have this perfect moment of pure bliss.
And I’m also glad that we’re far enough back from the party, and it’s dark beneath the holly tree. I am certain that nobody can truly see what we’re up to, and even if they could, there’s no way they’d be able to film us or do anything crazy like that to prove it.
Yet the fact that we are out in the middle of a party, makes this more exciting and sexy than the usual situation.
Sebastian tightens his grip on my ass cheek, stills the fingers toying with me there, and just as I pleasure starts to explode through my body like fireworks, I feel him thrust deep into me. At the last second, though, he pulls out, and instead presses the head of his cock up against my asshole, not quite entering me, but pushing just enough to drive me wild— especially when I feel him start to come. He groans and grabs me tightly, balancing us together, and I whimper as I feel his come splash against me, splash into me, drip down my thighs.
I’m panting so hard that I hardly notice when Sebastian steps back, like he’s admiring his work. He carefully turns me over, then removes my panties from his pocket and slides them back onto my body. I’m grateful for his help, because I’m not sure I can move. I’m wetter than ever, given what’s happened, but I love the way his come feels against me. How I feel like I’m his, right now, in an almost primal way. He hides his cock back in his pants and cuddles me back onto his lap. He’s sweating every bit as much as I am, and I suspect that I’m glowing just as much as him.
“That caught me by surprise,” he admits against my cheek. “You have that effect on me, Ashlynn.”
I mean to say something witty, but I just nuzzle up to him instead.
“See? New Recruits Week isn’t all bad,” he teases, and I roll my eyes— though he can’t see it, given that my face is pressed against his neck. I’m suddenly exhausted. Sebastian kisses my forehead lightly and holds me close, leaning back against the bench. I tilt my head up as my breathing returns to normal, and see that the stars are bright and beautiful above us.
“That’s the Big Dipper,” I say sleepily, making no effort to point at the constellation. “I have it in my room.”
“You have the Big Dipper in your room?” Sebastian asks with a laugh.
“In tape. From the person who lived there before me. The Big Tape Dipper,” I explain, kissing his neck again.
Sebastian nudges my lips toward his. He kisses me deep, long, gently, licking lightly at my lips. When he pulls away, his eyes are hard on mine. “You know, Ashlynn— it looks like I’m in love with you.”
My eyebrows shoot up, my mouth curves into a smile I can’t contain. “I love you too,” I answer without thinking twice about it, then kiss him again, pulling myself closer to him. He winds his hands farther around me, tangles his fingers in my hair, and yet I still find myself wanting to be even tighter against him.
I can never be close enough, when it comes to Sebastian Slate.
22
I like staying over at Sebastian’s— I like waking up next to him. I don’t feel particularly sexy in the mornings, the way girls in movies do. My hair doesn’t go artfully tousled and I think my eyes look weird before I’ve had some coffee to wake me up. But with Sebastian, it doesn’t seem to matter— perhaps because he doesn’t seem to notice. When we begin to stir, he curls himself around me and holds me close to his chest, kissing my neck lightly as I soak in his warmth.
“I have to leave,” I murmur once I’ve fumbled for my phone— it’s nearly eleven. “I’ve got a meeting at one.”
“Terrible idea,” he argues, nipping at my ear.
“Agreed,” I answer, yawning, and sit up. Sebastian reaches forward and plays with my exposed nipple for a moment, just enough that it hardens to his touch, and I feel a swell of want within me. It’d be so easy to just turn over, swing my leg over his body, let him have me again this morning…
But it’s a meeting with the student advocacy group, where we’re supposed to unload all the intel we gathered on the first night of New Recruits Week. I wonder how the rest of Sarah’s night went with Conor— and I wonder if she’ll be in the same boat I am, struggling to explain to Farrow that having sex with a football player isn’t a bad thing by default.
Sebastian watches me get dressed, which I do slowly as possible for his benefit— and because I like the way he’s totally unashamed about staring at me. He motions for me to turn around when it comes time to pull my panties on, then makes a throaty sound when I bend at the waist to give him the best view.
“I ought to not let you go at all,” Sebastian growls.
“I’ll make it up to you tonight,” I answer, and Sebastian almost looks amused— I suspect he was going to have me make up for it regardless of my offer. I feel a surge of warmth in my stomach; I like this, the way it feels having someone— someone like Sebastian, in particular— want me so badly. It makes it even harder to walk out the door— pretty sure I deserve an award for managing it.
I’m nearly late to the meeting, cutting into the student center meeting room just as Farrow is opening up his briefcase. His silvery hair looks particularly sleek and icy in the afternoon light, and there’s a disarming glitter in his eyes, like the axe man before an execution. Sarah beat me here, and gives me a secretive sort of smile across the others. I smile back and rush to take the seat next to her. Whatever happened last night, she looks far from unhappy about it.
“Alright, let’s go ahead and begin,” Farrow says, starting the meeting by looking through stacks upon stacks of legal precedents the ot
her students have been researching. We talk about this for a time— long enough for me to daydream about Sebastian— and then Farrow turns to me and Sarah. “You two— did you manage to attend the first celebration of New Recruits Week last night?”
“We did,” Sarah says, nodding a little too fast.
Farrow’s eyes glitter more aggressively now. “And? Anything particularly damning?”
“I have a few videos of some underage drinking happening,” Sarah says hesitantly. “But it’s so dark— any lawyer worth his salt would be able to get them thrown out.”
“Hm,” Farrow says, clearly displeased. “What about you, Miss Sawyer?”
“I didn’t get much of anything damning,” I say, shaking my head. “There was plenty of stuff happening that perhaps wasn’t the best— there was underage drinking, and I think there was some pot out back, and there were lots of girls there, but they all seemed with it. I didn’t get the impression anyone was being taken advantage of.”
Farrow’s eyes widen— I’ve said the wrong thing again, but I’m less scared of this now. I’m not sure why, exactly— maybe it’s because I actually have seen New Recruits Week firsthand. Or maybe it’s because I’m already judging myself for my relationship with Sebastian enough that I can’t handle another person’s judgment. I smile politely, but don’t rescind my words.
“Everyone there is being taken advantage of, by the system itself,” Farrow says testily.
“I agree that the football god thing is a problem, but I just—I’m not sure ending New Recruits Week is actually solving that problem. It’s curing a symptom, not a disease.”
“It’s an awfully big disease, Miss Sawyer. Part of the cure is making sure the world knows just how these men take advantage of their status, their privilege, and the countless young ladies who attend New Recruits Week functions.” Farrow pauses and clears his throat before going on. “However, I do think that perhaps we are fighting the wrong battle here. We are going up against an old boys’ club, and they’ll only close ranks when they find out what we’re doing. But…if you enemy requires harbor, give them no harbor, right?” He laughs a little, and everyone joins in but me and Sarah.
