Page 31 of The Bitter Rival

“Fuck. Sorry,” he says, slowly withdrawing from me.

The disappointment I feel is immediate.That’s what I get for teasing him. Karma is a bitch.

“I was halfway there before you got here,” he mutters.

“What?”

“Never mind.” He stands from the bed and walks into the adjoining bath. I know this from my last visit to his stately abode. I couldn’t tell you much about the room, given my nervousness and need for quick departure. The room was dark, and I did what I needed and ran.

Suddenly feeling self-conscious, I adjust myself in the bed and consider whether I should grab my clothing and head for the hills. As I reach down for my bra, I see Sebastian return to the bedside, and I look up at him in question.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?” he teases. Placing a large, firm hand on my chest, he pushes me back into the luxurious bedding and climbs over me. “It’s rude to leave before dinner is served.”

He drops down to my waist, and my heart rate begins to hasten. His large, flat tongue dances across my opening, and I practically shout my appreciation. He’s right. I do like his mouth. He continues to tease my swollen opening, darting his tongue teasingly around my clit time and time again until he abruptly withdraws from me. The cool air of the room replaces the warmth of his talented mouth, and I nearly whimper. Taking a deep inhalation, I try to calm my racing heart as I feel a warm, almost sizzling sensation dripping onto my flesh.What the hell is that?The sensation is so sensual. Unexpectedly, the dripping stops, and his tongue returns. Was that his saliva?Leave it to this devilish man to have spit that sizzles.

Stepping up his delicious assault on my core, I feel two thick fingers thrust into me as he clamps his mouth around my bundle of nerves and sucks. My body quakes at the edge of sanity, my thighs tightening around him. He returns to swirling his thick, warm tongue over my quivering nub and strokes me more aggressively. I’m teetering on the edge of this orgasm, and he knows it. With a final flick of his fingers dragging along my sweet spot as they curl inside me, he sucks from my clit, and I detonate.

“Oh, god!” I cry out my release as my body shakes in response to my overwhelming climax. Feeling Sebastian move about, I lie still, hoping to regain control of my limbs. Opening my eyes, I glance up to see my earlier smirk mimicked back at me.Yes, I like this bitch, Karma.The man may be full of vibrato, but he’s earned the right with his performance in bed. I’d never let him know it. But I have to face facts. There’s sex, and then there’s Sebastian sex. I’d never have imagined an orgasm could feel like this. This arrogant, dirty devil has ruined sex for me with any other man.

My thoughts are interrupted as the sizzling sensation returns. Dipping my chin to my chest, the sight of a dark maroon oil drips onto my taught nipples. I expect to see steam erupting as the warmth intensifies, but any chemical reaction is doused by the feel of Sebastian’s hot, wet tongue and teeth clamping around the sticky peaks. He laves them equally, giving each a tight tug before releasing them to look down at me.

There’s a heat in his deep blue gaze. It’s as if he’s trying to tell me something. But I can’t risk reading too much into this just to leave disappointed. I’ve learned the hard way what getting your hopes up can do to you. I’m simply going to enjoy this moment for what it is. A ravenous release between two hot and hungry individuals. A need being sated. Nothing more.

My world immediately turns topsy turvy as I’m flipped onto my stomach, and my hips are pulled back into him. His strong, capable hands grip my ass firmly just before I feel his teeth bite into my right cheek. I feel the wet flick of his tongue over the wounded flesh before a growl escapes him.

“What I’d give to fuck this sweet ass.” I feel him grip my bottom firmly with both hands before another groan escapes.

“Nothing the size of my arm is going back there,” I quickly rebuke over my shoulder.

“We’ll see,” he says before gliding his now hard cock between my ass cheeks. Abruptly, I feel his warm, strong hand press between my shoulder blades, pushing my chest down into the bed. His stance shifts above me as he reaches for another condom, and I can feel my sex start to pulse in want. Hearing the rip of the foil wrapper, I bite my lower lip in anticipation of what’s to come.

He presses the wide head of his cock into me, and the familiar sensation of the oil he applied earlier returns. Lord, I’m not sure I’ll live through this orgasm. He slowly ruts into me, and I’m keenly aware it’s not to be gentle. This motion is purely to tease my swollen flesh with this powerful sex oil he possesses. As if he’s made his point, he begins pistoning inside me with deliberate strokes.

“Oh, please,” I beg. I don’t even know what I’m begging for, but the intensity of this sensation is too much to bear. The sounds coming from my mouth are desperate, obscene. I turn my head, attempting to bury my sounds in the pillow, when his voice rises above me.

“Turn your head back to me, GG. I want to hear it. I want to hear you shatter for me, good girl,” he commands.

Doing as I’m told, I trade embarrassment for sensation and give in to the lust he’s stoking. As hot as he’s making me, I feel I’m just inches away from where I need to be to orgasm. I can hear his balls slap against me as he pounds into me, his grunts making me more and more wet for him. I’m so close.

His hot body drops lower, still slamming into me before I feel his hand fall away from my hip. Concern grows that he may be close to release, and I’ll be left wanting, still chasing this sensation when his hand returns, cupping my sex as he thrusts me deeper into the bed. The warmth of the oil is on his fingers as he places them over my clit, the friction of the pounding setting off my climax like dynamite.

Screaming utter nonsense, I give in to the most powerful release I’ve ever experienced. Lights dot my eyes, and I worry I’ll lose consciousness until I’m jolted back into awareness by the harsh chanting above me.

“That’s it. Come all over my cock, good girl.” Grunting resumes. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” More grunting. “Your tight pussy is going to make me…” The grunts are suddenly replaced with a hard thrust and a decadent growl as his body jerks his release into me.

His panting slows, drifting down from above. It coats my skin, adding to the bliss that is Sebastian.

“Fucking beautiful.” His ragged breath comforts me. “So fucking beautiful.”

It feels like forever before he withdraws from me. The sensation of having his body cover mine, still buried within me, is one I don’t want to forget. There’s a warmth, a comfort I’ve never felt from a man. This is dangerous. I can’t entertain such things, particularly with a playboy like him. This is purely physical. I can remember the sensation, but I need to separate it from thoughts of comfort or emotion.

Turning on my side, our eyes connect momentarily, and there’s a longing reflected back at me that makes me question whether I’m alone in my precarious thoughts. But that would be crazy.Don’t let yourself even go there, Isabella.

He stands to dispose of the condom, and I instinctively pull the sheets up. Realizing I’m still wearing my black heels, my head drops back onto the pillow in amazement. I’d completely forgotten they were still on. I consider removing them until I remember where I am. I may be leaving shortly.

Sebastian’s back by my side, sliding under the sheets and pulling me into him. I feel him pull my leg toward my chest, running his strong hands up and down my thigh before gliding down to my calf and fumbling for the clasp of my shoe. A soft kiss is placed on my left shoulder before he adjusts to reach for my other heel, making clear his intention. I’m not going anywhere.

Rolling in his arms, I look at his beautiful face. For all of his bravado, heisstunningly handsome. The man should be on magazine covers. His strong, chiseled jaw covered in a perfect dusting of scruff has me reaching for him. I dip my fingertip into the deep dimple in his left cheek as he gazes down at me with smiling, bright blue eyes. His lips are full and soft, and I drift the pad of my index finger from his dimple to his big, sensual mouth. It swiftly dawns on me, he’s never kissed me. Well, not on my mouth anyway. Is it intentional? I’m sure it’s his way of keeping women distant. I shouldn’t be offended. I know the score. But I can’t help wondering how they’d feel on mine, just the same.

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