I’d propped myself up on my elbows with the intention of watching him, but I lasted less than five seconds. The sensations were too intense, the pleasure too consuming. A violent shudder rolled through me, and my head tipped back, the ends of my hair pooling against the floor as Sebastian tongue fucked me into incoherence.
Sweat beaded on my skin. I trembled all over, my nipples so sensitive that the scrape of silk against the hardened points was almost too much to bear. My breaths grew more and more ragged until I came with a loud cry.
A hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my scream. “Shhh. Someone will hear us,” Sebastian warned.
He didn’t release me until my cries died down into little senseless whimpers.
My vision was still staticky from post-coital aftershocks, but I heard the metal rasp of a zipper being undone. Despite my recent orgasm, my body tightened again in anticipation.
This.This was what I wanted. Him inside me, taking me and filling me up so completely I’d never feel empty again.
The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance. His mouth captured mine before he sank into me, slow and deep, the sheer size of him stretching me to the limit. Tears sprang to my eyes. It didn’t hurt, necessarily, but the pressure was so immense, I almost couldn’t breathe.
“Are you okay?” Sebastian murmured, his voice unbearably tender compared to his earlier roughness.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.
He paused, as if he were waiting in case I changed my mind. When I didn’t, he moved again, his rhythm picking up force and speed until he was fucking me so hard, I was sure I wouldn’t be able to walk properly for days.
I clutched his shoulders, broken gasps escaping with eachruthless thrust. Inch by inch, he claimed me, and I welcomed him greedily, my pussy spasming as he slid in and out of me with deliberate, mind-melting strokes.
He swallowed my screams, his kisses alternating between soft and punishing as we literally fucked decades of pent-up tension out of each other. I tasted my juices on his tongue, and that drove me even wilder than smelling my perfume on him earlier.
The beginnings of another orgasm stirred inside me. I bucked my hips up to meet his, desperately chasing that high, but my efforts were ruined when Sebastian stilled.
My eyes flew open, but any protests died a quick death when he picked me up and pushed me against the wall again. The angle let him go harder and deeper, and we quickly gave up the pretense of trying to be quiet.
His grunts and my moans echoed in the stairwell like a filthy symphony. I clung to him, shuddering with each thrust, each slap of flesh against flesh.
“Don’t stop.Please.” I was frantic with need, my blood scorching my veins, my body demanding release. My pleas fell out with increasing desperation. “Sebastian… Please, I need… I need… Oh God…fuck!”
I bit down on his shoulder to muffle another scream. His fingers dug into my skin.
“Say it again,” he ordered. “Say my name again.”
“Sebastian,” I sobbed. “Please. I need to come.”
He hissed. “Fuck.” Another thrust, a scrape of teeth against the sensitive spot on my neck. “Come for me,” he commanded.
That was all it took.
My second orgasm of the night hit like a lightning strike. There was no slow buildup, no sweet cresting of pleasure—just a sudden, overwhelming explosion of sensation. My body convulsed, every muscle tensing as I arched with a soundless cry of ecstasy, and mypussy clamped down on him like it was trying to pull him deeper and never let go.
Sebastian made a strangled noise. His breaths grew shorter, his thrusts more erratic until he stiffened. His cock twitched, and he buried his face in my neck, his groan vibrating through me as he came minutes after me.
We held each other in the comedown, his arms on my hips and my legs around his waist. My senses slowly came back to me, revealing pieces of our surroundings like a jigsaw puzzle being put together.
The sandstone walls. The marble stairs. The smell of sex and the hotel’s signature floral scent. The overhead lights flickered once, and I startled when a door slammed somewhere above us.
The sound cleared away the fog of lust and brought forth a painful rush of clarity.
Oh my God.
I hadsexwith Sebastian Laurent. In a stairwell. During my cousin’s wedding reception, where every single family member was present. Anyone could’ve walked in on us at any moment.
What the hell had I been thinking?
I unwrapped myself from around him and pushed him off me with shaking hands. Something wet trickled down my thighs, and I realized with fresh horror that we hadn’t used a condom.