“Sorry,” he says, his silvery eyes flashing with amusement. “I thought my nanny was coming.”
If I weren’t so turned on, I would probably kick him. Instead, I just bury my face in the crook of his neck and try to breathe as he slicks his fingers in and out of my throbbing pussy. I feel like I’m about to cry. It’s too much. I’ve always been loud during sex, and I’ve never had to be completely silent while a sexy businessman sits me on his lap and pounds at my sweet spot like a power drill. I squirm on his knees, my whole body shaking.
“Consider it a gesture of goodwill,” Seb says, trapping the phone between his ear and his shoulder. “You don’t want to support low-income students struggling to get an education?”
I bite back a groan as he slides his free palm up my stomach, his fingers trailing over my skin.
The knobhead he’s speaking to says something else. I can’t make out the words, but it sounds like he’s getting more and more pissed off. Seb just hums in acknowledgement, cupping my breast. My mouth falls open as he starts to play with it, rolling and squeezing the aching flesh as he finger-fucks me.
“We don’t need to declare every charitable act,” Sebastian points out, his voice perfectly even. “That sort of defeats the point of charity, doesn’t it?” His hand keeps moving between my legs, and my climax builds up inside me, tightening my belly. God. It feels so strong. I don’t see how the Hell I’m going to be able to hold it back. I bite my lip, writhing in his lap. Sweat is pouring down the back of my neck, sticking in my hair. Seb kisses my throat silently, and I gape as the heat inside me reaches a fever-pitch. I feel like I’m hanging on the edge of a cliff, looking over the precipice at a canyon thousands of miles below.
I can’t do it. I can’t hold it back.
I grip his thigh hard, digging my nails in, trying to warn him. He looks on impassively, his lips curling up into a tiny smile.
Screw it. I give up. It’s too late. His fingers pump inside me one last time, and I tip over the edge, starting to come.
My climax is so strong it’s almost violent. I press my face into his shoulder and start to shake, harder and harder, as the waves of spasming pleasure wrack my body, all of my muscles contracting rhythmically. I squeeze my eyes shut, tears beading behind my eyelids. I’m holding my breath to make sure I don’t gasp or pant, and the lack of oxygen is making my head spin.
I feel Seb hiss out a hard breath through clenched teeth. “Something’s come up. I’ll call you later,” he mutters, hanging up and tossing his phone on the bed. He wraps an arm around me, tugging me closer, and presses his fingers even deeper inside of me, fucking me through my release. I finally let myself moan into his neck, soft, desperate noises of pleasure falling out of me as I squirm and shift and shiver over him. I can feel my arousal dripping all over his hand, probably soaking into his sheets.
“Told you to hold it back,” he breathes in my ear, his breath hot on my neck.
I glare up at him. “N-next time you have a video call I’m cl-climbing under the –ah! The t-table and sucking you off. See how you handle it.”
He dips his head and catches my tit in his mouth, sucking the hard pink pebble hard as he milks the last echoes of my release right out of me, making my spine arch and curve against him as I shudder. He doesn’t even wait for me to finish coming before he flips me over and drops his trousers, tugging impatiently at his leather belt.
I reach up to help. There’s a ping as a button flies off haphazardly, but he doesn’t seem to give a shit. Shoving down his underwear, he grabs the shiny wrapper and goes to roll on the rubber. I hold out my hand, stopping him. I want a second to just look at him, naked. He freezes, breathing hard as I run my eyes over his length.
He’s big. Not as thick as Jack, but definitely longer. I bite my lip. God. He’s going to be able to get so deep inside me. I wrap my hand around his length, thrilling at the feel of him; hard and soft at the same time, twitching under my palm. I start to pump him, gripping him tightly.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans, his head falling back. “Beth, please. I won’t last.”
I smile up at him. “Now you know how it feels,” I point out, running my hand slowly up his shaft. His breath stops in his chest, and he shuts his eyes as I start playing with his balls, rolling them gently in my hands, and then tickling underneath them with my fingertips. His hips jerk. His hands fly down to catch mine.
There’s a thudding sound downstairs, and I hear the muffled voice of his mum. It kind of sounds like she’s singing. Maybe a lullaby?
A pained look crosses Seb’s face. “Shit. How long do you think Cami will sleep?”
I think. “Normally she sleeps over an hour after lunch. But I let her sleep a lot in the car. And she’s in an unfamiliar place. I wouldn’t be surprised if she wakes up soon.”
He swears and pulls my hands away from his bursting hard-on, rolling on the rubber himself. “We’ll have to be quick,” he mutters, flipping me onto my back and landing on top of me. I let out a small oof as my head falls on his pillow. “Sorry. I know that’s not very romantic.” He trails his lips down the centre of my throat. “I’ll make it up to you.”
I laugh. “You’re a new parent. I’d expect nothing less.”
“Don’t wanna leave Mum with her when she’s awake,” he explains, kissing across my collarbone, down my cleavage, and drawing a line to my navel. I love the feel of his soft, firm lips against my stomach.
“Mm.” I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. “A quickie in the family home. I feel like a teenager again.”
“Is it weird?”
I shake my head, trying to tug him closer with my thighs. “I think it’s kinda hot. Like I’ve… unlocked another level of you.”
“A video game metaphor. You’ve been hanging around me and Jack too much. We’re rubbing off on you.”
“Please,” I breathe, and he laughs, settling his weight over mine. My lips part as he pushes his stone-hard member between my thighs and rocks his hips. His shaft slides maddeningly through my slippery folds, rubbing over my aching entrance.
I whimper, squirming. “Seb—”
“Okay?” he murmurs, and I nod frantically.
“Please. Hurry up.”
He cups my cheek, guiding my gaze to his. I stare into his pale grey eyes as he lines up and slowly sinks inside me, sheathing himself in my hot, fluttery centre. Our bodies lock together naturally. He feels incredible; thick and firm, filling me up completely. He groans as he bottoms out inside me.
“Good?” He asks quietly.
“Move,” I order. He laughs and shoves into me, and I gasp, loud and high-pitched. He quickly claps his hand over my mouth, muffling my moans.
“Stay. Quiet,” he growls in my ear. I giggle giddily, digging my feet into his back. He gives me another deep, penetrating kiss, then grabs my wrists in one hand, pinning them over my head as he continues to drive into me, again, and again, and again. My body spasms with every thrust like I’m being electrocuted. He fucks me fast and hard, and after just a couple of minutes, I can feel my self-control dwindling as heat rushes through me again, building in a boiling, churning seawave. My wrists twitch in his grip.
Luckily, he doesn’t seem to be far behind. A bead of sweat collects at his temple and streaks down his face. His movements are getting shaky and uncontrolled.
“Fuck,” he mutters, kissing my neck. “Jesus, Beth. You feel—I—” His breath whispers against my cheek. The tension pulling in my stomach is almost too much to bear. I’m squirming and rubbing myself up against him, desperate to reach my peak.
“Just come,” I moan. “Please.”
He dips his head and presses his lips to mine. His balls tighten as he finally lets go, spilling inside of me. Every muscle in his body seems to tense and seize, turning to solid rock. I hold him against me, digging my fingers into his hot skin as lust smacks into me, exploding like a bomb in my face. I surge forward and muffle my shout of pleasure in his chest.
It’s so strong. So strong. My ears are buzzing, my body is bending, my vision is blacking out. And still, I can’t stop fucking him. I keep slamming our hips together furiously, grinding myself harder into him, trying to get him deeper inside me, even as I mewl and choke for breath. My climax peaks, starts to fade—and then rises up again, and I’m not sure if it’s the same release, or one orgasm rolling right into the next. I spasm with pleasure under Seb, grasping at his shoulders, gasping and writhing as we rub our sweaty bodies together. The bed’s headboard slams rhythmically against the wall, but I don’t care. I don’t care that we’re in Seb’s childhood home. I don’t care that his parents might hear.
I never, ever want this moment to end.
