Page 70 of The Prices We Pay
My knees are touching the mattress when he huffs out a ragged breath against me. He spears me with his fingers again, and my back arches on the bed. As he pumps in and out of me, his otherhand rubs small circles over my clit, winding me up tighter and tighter. I can feel the beads of sweat start to cover me as my body warms from his touch. But I want more. I want his mouth.
Still feeling his breath on my cunt, I push my hips forward. With a groan, he understands exactly what I want. With his hand still rubbing my clit, he begins eating me out with such force that if I wasn’t lying down, my legs would give out. “Oh my god,” I cry out as he tongue-fucks me into oblivion. “Fuck—Seb—I’m gonna come—Seb!” I squeal as my legs begin to tremble against the mattress.
Recognizing that I’m not going to be able to hold them open, he pins one against the bed with his free hand, and the other slams against the side of his face. My fingers thread through his blonde hair, and I pull harshly at the strands. His groan creates the most delicious sensation against my pussy, and I can hardly handle it a second longer.
“You’re mine,” he moans against me. His hand that’s rubbing small circles against my clit pushes down harder, and I know that’s just what I need.
“Harder,” I beg. He increases the pressure, and my hips begin moving involuntarily as I chase the release that’s so close I can taste it.
His hand moves in faster circles as his tongue reaches a place inside of me that I didn’t even know was possible. “Come for me,” he commands. “Soak my fucking face, Joe.”
“Fuuuuuck,” I mumble as the pleasure takes hold of my body. Seb lets go of my leg, and I squeeze the sides of his face with my thighs as I ride out my orgasm against his mouth. His mouth doesn’t let up, and my orgasm continues to come in waves. I try to pull his face away by his hair as the stimulation becomes overwhelming. “Seb,” I cry, my voice nothing more than a whimper.
Relenting, he crawls up the bed and slams his lips against mine. I can taste my release on his tongue, and I fucking love it. “Do you taste yourself?” he asks, even though he knows I can. “Can you taste the way your body wants what I can give you? Don’t ever shy away from me. Don’t hide from me. Your body wants to take the risk, Josephine. So fucking take it.”
I cup his face and pull him to me once again. I’m starving for him, and I want as much as he’ll give me. We both moan as our bodies cling to one another, our tongues moving in a sensual and beautiful dance.
All too soon, he breaks the kiss, and I find myself immediately wanting more of him.
Sebastian grabs my hips and rolls me over before lifting my hips in the air, so I’m on my knees. I go to move to my elbows, but he pushes his hand down between my shoulder blades. “Uh uh. Let me see that pretty ass in the air for me.”
He rubs his hand over the globes of my ass in gentle circles. Goosebumps spread across my skin at the gentleness of his touch, but he removes his hand, and in a split second, his palm cracks across the glove of my ass. The sting sends a rush of heat to my pussy, and I cry out in pain and pleasure, “Ohmygod.”
“That’s my girl. I knew your ass would turn the perfect shade of pink for me.” He does it harder on the opposite side, and I bury my face into the mattress to muffle my cries. Sebastian grabs a fistfulof my hair and yanks my face to the side so my cheek is pressed into the mattress. “Don’t fucking do that. I want to hear every sound. Every cry, every whimper, every moan… they’re fuckingmine. Let me hear you. Letthemhear you.”
Sebastian presses his thighs against the backs of mine, and I can feel the head of his dick at my center.
Panting in anticipation, he grabs me by the hips. “Do it,” he orders, and I push back against him, burying his length inside of me in one go. The sensation of each barbell rubbing against my G-spot in this position has me seeing stars.
“Ohmygod,” I cry out again as he curses under his breath. My pussy flutters around him as he stays still inside of me. “Please.Please, Seb,” I beg, not daring to move until he does, wanting him to stay in control of my body.
With my hips in a bruising grip, he starts thrusting into me. “Is this what you want, Love? Do you want me to fuck this pussy like it was made for me?” The sound of our naked bodies slapping together is loud enough to be heard downstairs. Mymouth hangs open, unable to speak, so overcome by the sensation of his pierced cock moving in and out of me. He grabs a fistful of my hair once again and yanks my head back. My neck straining, he folds himself over me and bites over the sensitive purple mark that Dante left on me earlier. “I said, is this what you want?”
“Yes,” I moan loudly as he bites down again, arching against him as I melt into Luca’s mattress. “Fuck me, Seb. My pussy was made for you. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop.”
Sebastian cries out as he hammers into me from behind. Suddenly, he lets go of my hair and wraps his tattooed hand around my throat. The flames of my orgasm flicker as they burn brighter. I feel his fingers flex against my skin, and I know he’s holding back.
“Do it,” I say, craning my neck back as far as it will go to give him the room he needs.
“Play with your pussy, Joe. Touch yourself while I’m fucking you.” Following his instructions, I reach between my legs and finger my clit as he fucks me from behind.
“Do it,” I say again. “Choke me, Seb. Squeeze harder. Choke—”
His hand tightens around my throat, and I can barely get out a breath. “Fuck, yes,” he groans.
His hips continue to slam into me as I work my clit in tight circles. It’s all so overwhelming. One hand gripping my waist, the other choking me, his dick moving in and out of me while his piercings rub against the perfect spot. Even the feeling of his sweat dripping onto my body has me wanting more. “More,” I rasp. “Tighter—Seb—”
“That’s my good fucking girl.” Sebastian’s hand tightens like a vice, and the breath stills in my lungs. My walls tighten around him, and he knows I’m right there. “Not yet, Love,” he commands. “Wait.”
Sebastian folds his body back over mine, and he continues pounding into me at the perfect pace. I don’t know how much longer I can hold it off. The flames are burning brighter, and I’m ready to explode. “Please, Sebastian. Fuck, Baby, I need to—ohhhh fuck—”
“Now.”
He dropshis hand from my throat, and I gasp for breath as he pounds into me two more times before my entire body convulses with an orgasm so intense that I soak the bed beneath us. Crying out, Sebastian is coming right along with me. The entire experience has left me feeling so euphoric that I’m not even entirely sure I could tell you my own name, let alone all of my problems in life.
And I know now that that’s the goal.
As soon as our highs crest, I feel myself begin to fall—metaphorically and physically. My body crashes against the mattress—my legs no longer able to hold me up. The only thing keeping me centered is the sensation of Sebastian peppering kisses along my upper back. “Let me be this for you, Joe. Be the strong, independent woman I know you are. Own it. Own who you are, and never let it go. But let me own a piece of you, too.”
