Taming Sebastian (Sawson's Royal College Book 2) Page 10

  “Isabel, you’re so beautiful, smart, and literally one of the best people I know. You deserve someone who would die to make you his.”

  “I know, it’s just-”. I don’t know what to say. A part of me wants more and the other part is scared of losing him.

  “I think I’ll give it more time. See how it goes first.”

  “As you want. And remember what else you told me? If it does go bad and it hurts, I’ll be there for you every day.”

  “Love you, Selena.”

  “Love you, Isa. Hey! We’re still on for tonight, right? Alayna’s coming as well!”

  “Yes, absolutely.”

  “Okay, perfect. I’ll see you soon.”

  That night, we go to Jax’s. James, my new bodyguard, drove me since Sebastian doesn’t want me walking alone at night. Since we’ve been here, Sebastian and I haven’t spoken once. I’m trying to let loose and enjoy my night and I am to a certain extent. I can’t be fully comfortable given the tension between Sebastian and me. I’m catching up with Alayna and Selena as we drink and dance, but I’m extremely aware of Sebastian’s eyes, his displeased expression every time he looks at me, and I hate it.

  He drives us back to his place in silence and my hatred at our distance multiplies. We walk inside and head to our allocated rooms. I change into my pajamas and choose my skimpiest ones. A tank top that reaches mid-abdomen, and indecently short cotton shorts.

  I find him shirtless in the kitchen making a sandwich.

  “Sebastian.” I groan and hug him from behind. “I-I’m sorry. I hate this … this distance!” I say out loud, stroking his abs as I lay my face sideways on his back. I place small kisses around his back as I complete my apology. “I’m sorry I was an immature idiot, but I need us to be okay.” I say desperately and reach down to stroke his semi-hard cock on top of his sweats. “Sebastian, please.” I beg as I quicken my strokes. He groans and drops his head back as he holds my other hand against his chest. I reach under his sweatpants and stroke him faster and faster, harder and harder until moments later, Sebastian switches our positions. Now, he’s behind me and I face the counter.

  “Bella.” He groans out loud. He places three kisses to my neck, before sneaking his tongue out to lick up the curve of my neck, all the way to the sensitive spot below my ear. I release a gasp when he sucks the skin in, tasting me, feasting on me, marking me like I belong to him. His hand caresses my skin from my throat so the bottom of my torso and my body arches in response.

  “There my angel is.” He whispers and reaches up with both hands to cup my heavy breasts. I know he loves how big they are and that they drive him crazy. He plays with my breasts, before stroking his thumbs over both nipples. A needy moan escapes me as my body rubs against his – I couldn’t stop it if I tried. He grabs my hair in a fist and yanks it to the side. Grabbing my jaw, his lips slam on mine. We moan the second out tongues touch. It’s a desperate kiss as our tongues try to taste as much of each other as possible. I reach behind me and entangle my hand in his hair, bringing him closer to my mouth and body.

  “Missed my lips, angel?” He asks before biting my bottom lip and kissing me savagely once again while pinching and pulling at my now exposed nipples. I moan, begging him for more.

  “I guess you did. You missed me? Missed my cock? Missed me filling you and making you come? Next time, fucking come to me.” He says angrily before pulling my shirt off.

  “Play with your nipples, make them hard while I get us fucking naked like we were meant to be for the past two fucking days!” I respond immediately to his demand. I reach up and play with my rock-hard nipples. I’m wet, deliriously wet, and I need him.

  “Sebastian.” I moan as gets us naked. I reach down to play with my clit, but he grabs my hands and puts them behind my back before leaning on his knees behind me.

  “Spread your legs.” I do.

  His head is in between my thighs and he takes a large inhale of my musk. “I’ve missed your pussy. Your scent. Don’t take it away from me again.” He says before licking me from my hole to my clit.

  “Ahh!” I shout, bucking backwards, arching to meet his tongue.

  “You’re so fucking wet, it’s dripping out of your cunt and to your thighs. Fucking drenched. You needed me, didn’t you? Needed me to sate this dripping pussy.”

  “Y-yes, oh god, Sebastian!” I shout when he shoves two fingers inside me, fucking me with them rapidly. He takes my clit in his mouth and sucks it hard then quickly flicks it over and over until I explode profoundly – wetness gushes out of me.

  “That’s it – squirt for me, you dirty angel.” My orgasm goes on forever. Did I just squirt? Oh god, it feels too amazing to feel embarrassed right now.

  I hear him groan and before my pussy is done pulsating from my orgasm, he slams into me. He releases my hands and I immediately grab onto the countertop. Clutching my hips, he pulls me backwards so that I’m bending at an almost ninety-degree angle as he hammers into me over and over again.

  “Fucking hell, best pussy, wettest, tightest pussy.” He groans out loud through each thrust.

  “Tell me you’ll always give me this.” He demands as he reaches forward to flick my aching nipples.

  “Sebastian!” I scream from the sensation.

  “Yeah, baby. I know how sensitive your nipples are, I know that every time I pinch them like this,” he pinches one painfully causing a scream to leave my body, “your pussy tightens unbelievably. Your pussy needs my cock. Look at how wet she is.” The sounds of my wetness surrounds us and it feels so dirty, so hot. He’s right, I have never ever been this wet for anyone else.

  “Now, tell me,” thrust, “you’ll” thrust, “always give me this!” He grabs my breasts in both hands and demands that I ride him, and I do. I move back and forth, crazy at the sensation.

  “Tell me you’ll always give me this!” He asks for the third time, and as my orgasm approaches, I can’t help but respond.

  “Yes Sebastian, take it! It’s yours, it’s yours.”

  Suddenly, he growls and pulls me to the floor. On my hands and knees, he clenches his fist in my hair and fucks me from behind. I’m unable to move as he pounds into me over and over again. He turns my face and kisses me harshly while reaching under to play with my clit.

  “Come, angel, fucking come.”

  “Oh god, oh god, oh god! Sebastian!” I shout as I explode yet again, seeing stars as my body weakens. He straightens and thrusts three more times before he shouts his release and falls on my back.

  Moments later, he takes off the condom and throws it in the bin before picking me up. He walks us to his couch, and I snuggle into him, tucking my head into his neck. I caress his muscular, strong arms that I’ve missed. He strokes my naked back, my thighs, and my arms. We stay entangled in each other, touching each other, rubbing our nakedness gently against each other.

  “Was staying with me so deplorable that you had to run away?” I lean back and what I see in his eyes kills me. There’s a vulnerability there that I haven’t seen before.

  “I-I didn’t run.”

  “Isabel.” He says quietly, wrapping his hands around my arms. “You literally snuck out while I was in the bathroom and ran to your friend’s room.” I look down in embarrassment.

  “I was confused, Sebastian. The last time we saw each other, you pretty much ignored me. I didn’t want you to feel forced to offer me your home. And… staying here can complicate things between us...”

  I say the last sentence hesitantly. I want him to confirm that we’re more than just hook-up buddies, that I mean more to him than that.

  It takes him a few seconds to speak up. “I get it but that isn’t worth jeopardizing your safety for.”

  Disappointment hits me when he doesn’t clarify what we are. A part of me wanted him to roll his eyes and say, ‘we’re obviously not just fuck buddies anymore’. I push the thought away. “But-”

  “No.” He interrupts while taking my face in his hands. “Nothing is worth r
isking your safety for, okay?” He asks softly.

  “Okay. I’m sorry for running away, it was immature.” He visibly relaxes at my words.

  “Why did you brush me off that day with Francisco?”

  “I didn’t.” He responds defensively.

  “Yes, you did.”

  “I knew you wouldn’t want to come with us. Especially with Misty around.”

  “Why is she always around?”

  “We’re in the same small group of friends, Isabel.”

  “She wants you.”

  “I’ve never touched her. Isabel, just stop.” He pleads and tucks his head into my neck. “Let me take you to bed, angel.” The endearment softens me up.

  “Yes.” I whisper, placing a kiss on his neck. He carries me and leads me to his bedroom.

  Chapter 8

  A week passes and things are back to normal. Jax fixed the issue with his parents and Selena feels a lot better.

  This week with Sebastian has been amazing. If anything, it made it clear that he has feelings for me that go beyond something casual. He hasn’t been home a lot. After college, he either has soccer practice or he spends a few hours at his father’s office, working. But when he is home, it feels so natural. We spend our nights entangled in one another. But before that, we sit, talk, eat, and laugh. It feels good being with him. Really good.

  My need for him grows as each day passes. I find myself more and more entangled in him. I’m sure ‘friends with benefits’ shouldn’t feel this way, but I’m long past caring. I don’t question my need for him anymore, not as long as I get to keep him like this.

  I smile remembering our last interaction before I moved back into my dorm. I was lying down on the couch, reading my kindle with my head on Sebastian’s lap as he watches a soccer match and drinks a beer. I didn’t want to bring it up because I am loving being at Sebastian’s, but I didn’t want to overstay my welcome either.

  Putting my kindle to the side, I look up at him. “I should probably go back to my dorm now that things are settled and they fixed the door.”

  For some reason, that seems to upset him. He frowns down at me and pauses the game. Did a part of him want me to stay?

  “When did they fix the door?” He asks.

  “This morning.”

  “Are you sure? I’ll send James to check first.”

  “I’m sure and Vince already checked.”

  “Right.” He takes a large gulp of beer.

  “Are you umm, comfortable going back?” He asks unsurely. “Are things still working? I’ll send James to see if the water, electricity, and stuff are okay.”

  “Sebastian, the room is fine. Vince checked everything and I’m also okay to go back.”

  “Right, okay.” He closes his eyes tightly then looks at me. “Yeah, probably a good idea.”

  I pick up my kindle to read again.

  “Fuck!” He swears and rubs his face.

  “What?”

  He looks at me with a smile.

  “I just really loved having unlimited access to your cunt.” He says as he gets off from under my head and lies down on top of me.

  “Really? It’s not my amazing sense of humor you’re going to miss?” I say as his lips land on my neck and move down to my chest.

  “No.”

  “Are you sure? What about my amazing cooking skills?”

  “You almost burned my kitchen down.”

  “So, is that a no?” I ask sarcastically as he pulls our shirts off and unbuckles his belt.

  “That’s a fuck no.”

  “What about me walking straight out of the shower and dripping water all over your floors? Going to miss that?”

  “Fuck, I really hate it when you do that.”

  “So, is that a no to missing me?”

  “That’s a fuck yes, I am going to miss having your perky ass around. Happy?”

  “Terribly.” I grin and drag him to my lips.

  I shake the thoughts away as I walk into college. I have cheerleading practice now and it’s the first time we’ll be practicing outdoors, AKA, no soft mats to protect us if we fall.

  After warming up, I approach Brad, my partner. He’s tall and cute in a ‘boy next door’ sort of way, but nowhere near as delicious as Sebastian. Hmm, I should stop with these comparisons. Sebastian has become my reference point every time I see a guy. And every single time, Sebastian wins.

  “How about that for added motivation?” One of the cheerleaders say. Turning around, I see the soccer team walking onto the field we are practicing on. My eyes find Sebastian and damn. I can’t believe I had that gorgeous man all to myself every night for a week. I suppress a shiver at the memories. He’s walking shirtless, laughing with Jax and Nathan. His low-riding shorts leave little to the imagination. I haven’t seen him in five days, but it feels like it’s been a year. Going from having him two to three times a day to nothing in five days is a struggle.

  Look at those abs. Yummy.

  Sebastian looks up and his eyes find mine. He stops walking and stares at me, taking in my cheerleading outfit. He shakes his head with a smile then gestures towards his groin and my mouth falls open when I see a bulge has formed.

  “Isabel?” Alayna interrupts from behind me.

  “Yeah?” I say, begrudgingly ending my eye contact with Sebastian.

  “Andrea said to take ten minutes for a break.” Andrea is our cheer captain.

  “Sure.” I do need a break so I can calm down.

  “You okay?” Alayna asks.

  “Yeah, yeah, just need water.” I move under the bleachers so I can be alone as I catch my breath.

  I lay my head on the wall as I count to ten. I reach five when someone yanks me backward. I’m about to scream but a hand covers my mouth.

  “Shh.” I hear him say. “It’s me angel, just me.” He whispers, leaning down to place a kiss on my exposed neck. He trails a hand down my spine and my body arches towards him in response.

  “Fuck.” He whispers roughly. “No one’s ever responded to me like you do. It’s like my presence alone makes you wet. I touch you, and your body warms immediately. You seek my touch, search for a way so that most of me, is touching most of you.”

  Oh god, I didn’t realize my neediness was so obvious. I hate that my upbringing made me crave intimacy desperately.

  “I was ten meters away and I saw your nipples calling for me. Tell me, angel, you wet for me?”

  I groan when he caresses my arms then leans down to place kisses on the back of my bare legs and thighs. I can’t even form coherent words at the moment.

  “Seeing you in this outfit, you look sexy as fuck, and just to let you know, I’m going to bend you over your bed later and fuck the cheerleader in you.”

  I’m losing all coherent thoughts and he’s hardly touched me. He eventually gets up and traps me on the wall. “My angel’s frustrated, isn’t she?” He whispers in my ear while trailing kisses down my neck. “Hmm, my mark’s still here.” He licks the hickey he left on me yesterday. This is another thing he does. He marks me, every single time. And when they begin to fade, he creates new marks. He said he wants the world to see it. If he marks me like I’m his, why hasn’t he made it official?

  “I can’t leave you this … unfulfilled … can I?” I don’t respond, but take his hand to my aching clit, covered by my uniform.

  “Is this what you want?” He uses his thumb to rub my clit.

  I moan out loud.

  “Shh.” He admonishes. Oh, right. People can hear us. “Use my hand, bite on it when you come.” He covers my mouth with his hand and absorbs every moan and bite. Within two minutes, I explode.

  Once I’ve calmed down, he turns me around. “Isabel,” he says quietly, “speak.” I realize I haven’t said a word since I saw him.

  I smile and wrap my arms around his neck. “Thanks for the orgasm, Sebastian.”

  “I could tell you needed it. When does your practice end?” He asks, circling his arms around me.

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nbsp; “In an hour.” I tell him.

  “Sit on the bleachers and wait for me. I finish in two.”

  “Sure.” I say, still foggy from my orgasm.

  “Good. Now, I’m going to take a quick cold shower.” He says before sneaking away to the changing rooms.

  “Isabel!” Andrea shouts as soon as I rejoin the squad. “I said ten minutes, not twenty! Where were you?”

  Washing away the amazing orgasm Sebastian just gave me?

  “Oh, I misplaced my phone.” I settle for that instead.