Smolder (Georgia Smoke #6)

• Twenty-Eight •

“Now, be a good girl and keep me warm.”

Royal

I fell limply to the bed when Sebastian’s hands released me. His body moved over me, and then he lay down on my right side before pulling me into his arms. Lying there, with my head over his heart, I heard the steady rhythm beating faster than normal. He caressed my arms with his fingertips as we both breathed heavily.

I was aware of the wet area that started just below my knee, and I knew I’d done that. Although I’d never done it before. I also realized the warmth trickling out of me between my legs was Sebastian’s cum. He hadn’t pulled out this time. Although he had known I was on the shot, he had still pulled out the first time. I guessed he no longer felt the need for extra precaution.

Closing my eyes, I couldn’t even be upset that I hadn’t escaped. I was floating on a cloud, sated, at the pinnacle of all sexual experiences. If this was how sex was supposed to be, then no wonder I’d never gotten off without doing it myself.

“Is it always like this for you?” I asked, wondering if Merce had just been really bad at it or if Sebastian was exceptional.

“Fuck no,” he replied. “That was …” He paused, then let out a soft chuckle. “Damn, baby, I don’t know what that was. But that fear you had about being clingy and addicted to me? Well, you might need to be worried about me tying your ass to my bed and fucking you fifty times a day.”

A giggle bubbled out of me, and I tilted my head back to look up at him. “I don’t know if you noticed, but I made a mess. Or at least I do with you. That would be a lot of cleanup.”

He grinned. “I’ll change the sheets happily. With a motherfucking smile on my face. As many times as I need to.”

I was relieved he wasn’t freaked out by it because I had been. After I’d stopped orgasming, I’d started to worry, and then he began fucking me like a man possessed, and I’d forgotten about caring.

“I’ve never done that before,” I admitted.

“Hmm. Seems you’ve got a kink. You loved getting your ass spanked, so much so that you squirted like a water hose. I’ll have to remember to put you over my knee often.”

I’d done it twice though. Not just when he’d spanked me.

I drew a pattern on his chest as I thought about it. “I think I liked you … I don’t know … taking me like that. You were hard and demanding. And it was deep.”

“Keep talking like that, and I’ll have your ass in the air again,” he said in a warning tone.

Smiling, I lifted myself up, resting on the crook of my arm to look down at him.

“I think I like it rough. Like when you treated me as if you were crazed or out of control. Like you couldn’t get deep enough inside me or fuck me hard enough. That triggers me.”

He lifted his hand to wrap one of my strands of hair around it. “Ace, I’m not kidding. My cock is already getting hard. If you don’t want a round two just yet, stop using that pretty little mouth to talk dirty.”

I licked my lips. “But I think I like dirty. With you.”

Sebastian’s eyes flared as he moved his hand further into my hair and fisted it. “You need to be careful. There’s some dark, possessive shit in me that you bring out, and telling me you want it dirty is gonna have me taking you before you’re ready.”

I’d read many books on Greek mythology, and in this moment, Sebastian reminded me of what Zeus was supposed to look like. Perfectly sculpted, beautiful, with a sharp, masculine jaw, and the brightness in his dark eyes, as if they might burst into flames at any moment.

I lifted myself up and straddled him as he lay on his back, his eyes following my every move. Wrapping my hands around his hard length, it gave me a powerful thrill seeing the way my touch affected him.

Moving up, I lined his swollen head with my entrance and ran it back and forth, teasing myself with what I wanted.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

I looked up at him to see he was watching me rub myself with his cock.

Tilting my hips, I sank down on it and placed both palms flat on his sculpted abs.

“YES!” I cried at the same time he let out a low, deep groan of pleasure.

I began to move up and down slowly.

“You want to ride it?” he said to me, squeezing my left breast. “Then, fucking ride it. I’m a thoroughbred, Ace. Not a pony.”

I bit my bottom lip as I grinned and picked up my pace, having to lean forward more to do so.

As my breasts swung back and forth close to his face, Sebastian lifted his head to lick and suck on one of my nipples.

When his palm slapped my butt, I hadn’t expected it, but like before, it excited me.

“More,” I begged.

He did as I’d asked in a slow speed at first, but as I began to moan louder, his slaps became faster.

“Damn, my girl likes being spanked.” The excitement in his voice as he ran his face over one of my boobs made my inner walls clench. That had happened before.

“It stings. I like it,” I panted. “I tried to leave,” I reminded him as his eyes locked with mine. “I deserve to be punished.”

The next hit was much harder, and I pulled up just as I felt the jolt shoot through me and the release gush from my body.

“Jesus, fuck, that’s it. Fuuuck, that’s hot.” Sebastian’s words felt far away.

I was thrown on my back, and my eyes flew open to see Sebastian grabbing my legs and bending them back, exposing me completely before sinking into me.

“That’s it. Such a good pussy. Take that dick.” His voice was raspy as he got more and more frantic.

His eyes met mine. He was close. I loved watching him like this. Knowing it was me doing this to him.

“So fucking beautiful.” His body tensed as he said the words, and the veins on his neck stood out. “GAH!”

The shout came just as the first burst of heat released inside me.

Either it was his face or the way his cum felt as he ejaculated—or both—but I screamed his name as another climax took me with him.

The wall of warmth behind me felt amazing when I began to wake. The room was cold, but I scooted back further against the heat, and the muscular, corded arm that was wrapped around me tightened. His hand slid up and cupped one of my breasts.

A pleased grunt was followed by one of his legs also covering me and bringing me even closer. “This is the way to wake up,” he said in a husky voice, then bent his head to bury his face in my neck. “If this is a fucking dream, don’t wake me up.”

I laughed, reaching up to hold on to his arm. “Not a dream,” I told him. “I have a rather tender ass to prove it.”

“Mmm,” he replied, then slid his hand from my boob to my bottom to rub it. “I’ll put some cream on it. I gotta take care of this thing. It’s my magic button.”

Grinning, I turned onto my back slightly so I could look at him. “Magic button?”

He nodded.

With his hooded eyes, stubbled jaw, and messy hair, he was the most erotic thing I’d seen in my life.

“I spank this ass, and your cunt sprays me like a porn star.”

I tried to pull away from him. “Don’t compare me to that!”

He pulled me back tighter. “No need to get feisty, Ace. That’s every boy’s dream from the moment he sees his first porn. Now, be a good girl and keep me warm.”

How any woman could resist this man, I had no idea. To think, he’d wanted to marry someone, and she hadn’t wanted him.

“I’d like to see this Wilder guy,” I said aloud.

Sebastian leaned up to look down at me with a small frown between his brows. “Why?”

I shrugged. “I am just struggling with the fact that some woman didn’t fall victim to your charms.”

His lips quirked, and he bent his head to nuzzle my cleavage. “You don’t get to meet him. In fact, you aren’t going in public again. Nowhere that other men can take you from me.”

Although there was a teasing quality in his tone, I also felt like he meant it—or at least the part about someone taking me from him. Was he insecure? It seemed impossible for someone like him to have any reason to feel insecure. I was the one who had to worry about other women. We wouldn’t be locked away in this cabin alone forever. The real world was coming, and when it did, would he have had his fill of me?

“And if you get tired of me?” The words weren’t meant to be said aloud, but my mouth had a mind of its own.

He stilled, then looked at me. The way he studied me was as if he was trying to decide if I was making a joke. Maybe I should play it off as one. Not become the needy, clingy young girl I had been worried about. He might like it with sex, but in the light of day, he was a grown man. He had a life. One that I knew nothing about.

Sebastian kept his eyes on me but continued to kiss a path down my stomach.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he spread my thighs open.

“I’m going to show you how unlikely it is that I’ll ever tire of you.”

I opened my mouth to argue that this didn’t have anything to do with it, but then his tongue touched me, and I let my head fall back on the pillow with a moan. Never mind. He could show me all he wanted to.