Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
What Sebastian doesn’t know is that he doesn’t have to be an active participant in my obsession. When I close my eyes, he’s right here with me. I’ve studied his lines and curves. The way he moves. I’ve committed them all to memory, and I recall them every chance I get. To make matters worse, I’m wearing his stolen tee shirt to bed every night, just so I can smell him on my skin. I wonder if he thinks of me too, while he’s so busy trying to avoid me.
Something scrapes against my door, distracting me from my thoughts, and I sit up in my bed, wondering if one of the boys snuck into the dorm again. But when the door opens, and my room floods with light from the hall, it’s the last person I’m expecting standing there in the frame.
Sebastian looks… odd, and I can’t quite figure out why. My favorite plaid wool blazer from his wardrobe is slung haphazardly over his arm, and his hair is mussed. It isn’t until he shuts the door behind him and steps closer that I can smell the whiskey on his breath. He’s been drinking.
“Sebastian, are you okay?”
He stalks toward my bed and unfolds his large body next to me, the weight causing me to dip closer to him. My leg bumps against his, and I leave it there as I try to get a read on him. I want him to feel my presence. I want him to acknowledge me, and for once, he does. His fingers feather over my jaw and down the sensitive flesh of my throat. A shiver crawls up my spine as I consider whether he’s going to strangle me or fuck me. Sebastian puts an end to those thoughts when he leans in and brushes his lips against mine.
“Make me better, Stella.”
My heart fractures under the weight of his sorrow. I always suspected this pain lurked inside him, but I never thought for one second he’d ever show it to me. I don’t know what to do. Dealing with something this enormous is overwhelming, but for him, I would move mountains if he asked me to.
My natural inclination is to crawl into his lap and eat him alive, so that’s what I do. Sebastian groans into my mouth as I drag my fingers through the silky locks of his hair down to the base of his skull. I can keep him here, just like this. Hold him and never let him go. My body is already moving, grinding on his cock while his hands come to rest on my ass. If we keep up this pace, it will be over before it even begins. He asked me to make him better, and I want to do that. I want to please him.
Releasing him from my grasp, I sink down onto my knees before him and frantically unzip his trousers. Secretly, I’m still terrified he might change his mind. If he were going to fail me for anything, it would be convincing him how right this is. When I’m drunk on this chemistry between us, nothing else matters. At these moments, he’s worth losing everything for. And when I peek up at him, he isn’t protesting as I slide my palm over the bulging cock beneath his black briefs. Nobody’s attention has ever tasted so sweet.
His fingers tangle in my hair as I withdraw his cock, but he doesn’t force it. For once, I’m in control, and it feels so goddamned good. My tongue darts out and swirls around the head, and he groans like he’s in physical pain as his grip on my hair tightens.
Slowly, I gather my wits and start to lick at him, sucking and nibbling and squeezing the head of his cock into my mouth. It doesn’t matter that I don’t really know what I’m doing because Sebastian’s sounds tell me everything is just right.
My freedom is short lived, and soon he’s got me on a leash again. His giant palms slide to the base of my skull, cupping me there as he thrusts up into my mouth. I cough and choke and sputter on his cock every time he forces it into my throat, and he growls out his approval. He can’t get enough of it, and by default, neither can I. My fingers dig into his thighs, and I hum a pleasurable chorus against him as warmth spreads through my core.
“I like you on your knees for me, Stella.” His grip on my hair tightens along with the muscle in his forearm. “My little deepthroat princess.”
To prove his point, Sebastian tips his head back and thrusts as deep as I can take him, groaning in agony as his come spills into the back of my throat. I swallow everything, but it isn’t enough. I don’t want it to be over, so I keep licking him, sucking him, silently worshipping at his feet. He strokes my hair, and I can feel his approval radiating through my body. For a blissful moment, nothing else exists outside of us. It’s the most intimate moment I’ve ever shared with anyone. So naturally, he has to ruin it.