The Very Naughty List

23. Sebastian

23

SEBASTIAN

I have my head buried beneath the hood of an old mustang when my phone starts to ping off the hook.

I wipe my hands off and go pick it up to see who is blowing up my text messages. It looks like there’s a text thread that’s been started between Hailey and my brothers. And based on her initial text, I can see why both Reid and Nick are blowing up the group chat.

HAILEY: I’ve added an item to my naughty bucket list.

NICK: Oh?

REID: Do tell…

I text back immediately.

ME: I’m listening.

HAILEY: I want to ride on a holiday float in a parade with all three of you.

REID: Uhh, what? Is that some kind of sex euphemism I don’t know about?

NICK: lol

Honestly, I’m surprised that Nick even knows how to register humor over text messages. Apparently, Reid’s comment hit him in just the right way. But I’m more curious about Hailey’s request. A holiday parade doesn’t quite seem like the kind of thing that belongs on a kink-laden bucket list.

ME: You want us to ride on a parade float with you? That seems like a step down from all the things you were riding on last night. ;-) Are you sure you’re not just trying to trick us into doing you a favor?

Little bubbles appear right away, indicating that someone is typing. But instead of sending back an immediate answer, Hailey replies with a chain of emojis that’s so long it drops down into two lines of text.

HAILEY: Okay, maybe I am trying to get you to help me out. A Christmas parade isn’t exactly sexy. But if you do it, I’ll pay you back in sexual favors.

ME: Now you have my attention.

REID: Go on.

HAILEY: If you guys do this for me, then we can do number fifteen from my list.

NICK: Number fifteen?

REID: We don’t have the list committed to memory in numeric order, trouble. You’re going to have to refresh our memory.

I wait curiously to see which thing on her list is number fifteen, my imagination already running wild.

HAILEY: I’ll wear a vibrator that one of you controls.

Holy fuck . I have an instant visceral reaction to those words as soon as I read them. Now that I know what Hailey’s face looks like when she comes, I feel like I could get addicted to seeing that expression over and over. The way her eyebrows pinch together just a tiny bit, her mouth dropping open…

Fucking gorgeous.

But as fun as it is to watch her come, it might be even more fun to watch her try not to come. To be in control of a hidden vibrator, deciding when and how much to amp up the pleasure, all while she tries to act like everything is normal? Goddamn.

NICK: During the parade??

HAILEY: I didn’t say that.

Since I’m already getting half hard just thinking about her being at the mercy of a vibrator that she can’t control, I’m quick to answer for all of us.

ME: Deal. We’ll do the parade.

She spams the group chat with a half dozen “thank you” messages and an emoji of a celebratory party hat. And just when I think that it’s safe to put my phone down and get back to work, another message comes through.

HAILEY: Also, this isn’t on the naughty list, and I can’t even pretend that it is… but there’s a Christmas ball tonight, and I would love it if you guys would come with me.

A Christmas ball? The only one I know of in Chestnut Hill is thrown by Dylan Montgomery’s family. I grunt to myself, grimacing at the thought of going to an event that arrogant prick and his family are throwing. I’m honestly surprised that Hailey would even consider attending.

I start to type out a message, but before I can finish, another text comes through. My brother apparently read my mind, because it’s the exact question I was about to ask.

NICK: You mean the annual Christmas ball that Dylan’s folks put on?

HAILEY: Yeah, that one. I’d understand if you guys didn’t want to come. It’s not exactly one of my top ten favorite things to do either.

REID: Then why go? You have nothing to prove to anyone, trouble.

There’s a long moment where she doesn’t answer, and I keep my phone in my hand, gazing down at the screen. What could she be thinking? I know for a fact that she doesn’t want to see that prick again—especially not at some fancy event that his rich parents are throwing, with her ex-best friend wrapped around his arm.

It doesn’t make sense that Hailey would put herself in that position.

But after a moment or two, I find out why.

HAILEY: My family is having some issues with the Montgomerys and their lease on the diner. We’re all trying not to piss off his family and make things worse, so I pretty much have to go. I’ve already promised my parents I’ll try to play nice.

Dammit . I get what she’s thinking now, but I hate the fact that Hailey feels like she has to do something she doesn’t want to. Showing up to an event like that and having to act polite to her shitbag ex sounds awful.

The least we can do is make sure she’s not alone.

ME: I’m in.

HAILEY: Really?

ME: Yup, really. Can’t let you have all the fun.

NICK: I’ll go too.

REID: Looks like it’s a party. Can’t wait.

HAILEY: Thanks guys. It really means a lot to me that you’re all coming.

I hesitate, staring down at the screen, then tap out one last message.

ME: We’ve got you, shortcake. Always.

“Fuck. Dammit.”

Standing in front of the mirror in my room, I mutter a few curses as my fingers fumble with the fancy buttons on the cuffs of my shirt. I still can’t believe I’m going to a damn Christmas ball, of all things. I think I’d rather stick my head in a vise clamp on my workbench back at the garage.

I grumble under my breath about having to get dressed up and go somewhere so far out of my comfort zone. I’m a mechanic, after all, not a goddamn prince.

But then something in the mirror catches my eye, and I turn around to see Hailey standing in the open doorway of my bedroom. She looks like an ethereal vision—literally a goddess wrapped in a gold dress that hugs her body like a second skin.

She’s fucking stunning.

I cross the room to her, wrapping my hand around her throat without saying a single word. Her pulse flutters against my palm as I drop my head to slant my lips against hers, and heat sparks between us as I kiss her hungrily.

When our lips break apart, I don’t release my grip on her throat right away. She lets out a breath, looking up at me with those wide eyes that send an electrical surge through my entire body. Her chest is rising and falling faster, her pupils dilated.

“Wow. I should’ve had this on my list,” she breathes. She swallows, and I can feel the movement against my palm. “A guy holding my throat like this.”

“Do you like it?”

She nods, dragging her plush lower lip between her teeth.

“Duly noted. I’ll remember that for later.” I give a gentle squeeze, making her breath hitch, then release my grip and tilt her chin up with two fingers. “You look amazing.”

“You clean up pretty good yourself.” She grins as she reaches up to help me finish closing the buttons on my cuffs.

“Yeah, well, it’s not exactly mechanic garb. I had to borrow the dress shirt from Reid.”

I offer her my arm, which she takes, and then walk her down to the living room.

I can’t help but glance at her intermittently as we make our way down the stairs. She’s so fucking beautiful, and not just because of the dress. Her emerald eyes seem to pop against the gold and the glow she’s putting off. She’s let her hair down to flow against her bare shoulders and down her back, and the blonde strands look so soft that I want to wrap them around my fist.

As we walk into the living room where both of my brothers are waiting, Reid and Nick turn to face us.

“ Wow .”

Reid’s single-word reaction is more than Nick can apparently bring himself to say as he stands there staring speechless at her.

“Thanks.” Hailey grins, looking almost shy. “I’ve actually never gotten a chance to wear this dress before. I bought it in LA, but a good opportunity never came up. So I guess that’s one good thing about this ball.”

“Hell fucking yes.” Reid steps forward, pulling her into a kiss just like I did. When he releases her, he spins her to face Nick, like he’s offering our brother a turn too.

Nick clears his throat, looking like he might still be a little dumbstruck. Fortunately, Hailey is learning exactly how to handle our stoic, slightly closed-off older brother. Instead of waiting for him to come to her, she goes to him, leaning up onto her tiptoes to press a kiss to his mouth.

The second their lips touch, it’s like whatever was keeping him locked up breaks. His arms wrap around her, the kiss turning indecent in less than one point five seconds.

My cock twitches as I watch her arch against him, and I add this to the many, many reasons I hate Dylan Montgomery. If it weren’t for his parents’ stupid ass ball, we could stay right where we are and spend the rest of the night unwrapping Hailey like the delicious present she is.

Hailey finally steps back from Nick, who now looks a bit like he got hit by a truck.

Ha. You and me both, brother. And Reid too.

Bruno gives Nick and Hailey slobbery kisses goodbye, pointedly ignoring me and Reid, and then we all head out, piling into one car.

“When we get there, we probably shouldn’t all walk in together,” Reid suggests as we drive over, glancing between the rest of us. “It doesn’t make sense for us to all show up together, since we’re supposed to still be ‘fighting’ over Hailey.”

“Good point.” I almost forgot we’re still trying to sell that story. “Maybe we should pick one of us for her to be officially attending the ball with, and the other two can walk in separately.”

“I think it should be Nick,” Reid offers up. “I mean, he’s the least likely to fly off the handle and do something stupid, like giving Dylan a black eye.”

Nick raises a brow at our brother’s assessment of his self-control. I’m not so sure that any of us would manage to keep from flying off the handle if it was in defense of Hailey. But Nick doesn’t protest the idea, so it’s decided that he’ll be her “official” date to the ball.

I don’t really think much of it at first, until we get to the large event space where the party is being held. Reid and I head in first, and an unexpected feeling surges through me as I watch Nick walk in with Hailey at his side a short while later.

Instead of pretending to be jealous, I feel truly jealous—authentic, raw envy flooding my chest at the sight of my brother with Hailey on his arm. I find myself wishing I was the one by her side, and I feel a sense of possessive pride when I notice several of the people at the event glance in her direction.

Some of the guys let their gazes linger a little too long, and Nick pulls her a little closer, glaring them down. My hands twitch, itching to do the same. I know he’s got this covered, and it’s not that I don’t trust him. I just wish I could be standing with her too, I guess.

It’s weird, and I’m not quite sure what to do with the intensity of that feeling.

It doesn’t help that this sort of event makes me feel uneasy in and of itself. I’m completely out of my element here, and I hate all the pomp and circumstance that the people attending things like this usually put on. The entire ball is over the top and ostentatious, and I don’t like it at all.

“What a joke this all is,” Reid mutters, echoing my thoughts. “It’s all just a chance for the Montgomerys and all the other wealthy families of Chestnut Hill to show off. None of this is for anyone else’s benefit but theirs.”

“Agreed.” I scowl, surveying the room to see if I can spot the bar. As soon as I see it, I tell Reid I’ll go grab us some drinks, and then add, “Keep a close eye on our girl. There are a bunch of arrogant vultures in this place.”

“You know I will.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, looking almost as intimidating as Nick.

I turn away, and I’m making a beeline toward the bar when I catch sight of another face that brings me up short.

“Addison?” I blink at my sister, who’s standing next to her husband and daughter. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Seb!” She gives me a hug, then grimaces as we separate. “I’m here to do a bit of schmoozing. There are some really good potential clients in this room, so I couldn’t exactly turn down the invitation. I talked Michael and Iris into coming with me.”

“Ah.” That makes sense. She’s an event planner, so I can see why she’d want to make connections with some of the people here.

“Hi, Uncle Sebastian!” My six-year-old niece, Iris, waves brightly from beside her mother.

“Hey, little munchkin.” I reach down and swoop her into my arms, spinning her around once and making her laugh. When I set her down, her eyes are shining.

“Are Nick and Reid here too?” Addison asks.

“Yup. Over there.” I point out to where Reid is watching the dance floor, and where Nick is standing just at the edge of it talking with Hailey.

“Is Nick actually going to dance ?”

“I doubt it.” I laugh. “You know him. Standing within five feet of the dance floor is probably as close as he’ll get to dancing tonight.”

Addison laughs, a sound that always reminds me of our mother. Our sister is only a few years older than me and my brothers, but her laugh sounds so much like our mom’s. Maybe it’s because she helped raise the three of us after our parents died, or maybe it’s because she embodies all the best qualities that our mom had.

Addison is sweet as hell, but she also takes no shit. She’s one of the strongest women I know.

“Well, you all clean up pretty well,” she tells me with a smile. “Who knew I had such handsome brothers?”

“I hate wearing this shit.” I fuck with my cufflinks, and Addison slaps my hand away.

I roll my eyes at her, and Michael laughs at the two of us. I like him. He’s a good guy—down to earth, and he treats my sister well.

“I was just about to grab some drinks,” I tell the two of them. “Can I get you anything?”

“Nah, let me go,” Michael offers. “You and your sister can catch up a bit.”

Addison gives him a kiss on the cheek, and once he strides away, my sister turns her attention back to me, her lips pursed to one side in an expression I recognize well.

“Sooo,” she drawls, and I brace myself for the question I know is coming. “Nick and Hailey are looking pretty close over there together.”

I nod. “Yup.”

She eyes the two of them, who are still standing near the dance floor. Nick has his arm around Hailey, his hand resting on her lower back. Then she shoots me another look.

“I thought that I heard rumors that you were dating her. And actually, I heard the same thing about Reid too. What’s that about?”

Well, the rumor mill is definitely working .

I love my sister, and over the years, I’ve been able to confide all sorts of things to Addison that I haven’t even told my brothers. But this is different. I definitely can’t tell her the truth, so I’ll have to feed her the same story we’re telling everyone else.

“Nothing.” I shrug. “We each realized we were interested in her, so we each asked her out. I went on a date with her, and so did Reid and Nick. It’s nothing serious yet or anything. She’ll pick one of us eventually. Or she won’t, who knows? I don’t think she’s staying in town long anyway.”

My answer is meant to be vague and slightly evasive, to give my sister enough to satisfy her without going into detail. But for some reason, with every word I speak, I find my mouth turning down into a deeper frown. I don’t like the idea of Hailey picking one of us over the others, even if it’s not real and I just made all of that up. The thought of it bothers me for some reason—almost as much as the idea of Hailey leaving Chestnut Hill again.

I clear my throat, trying to banish the sudden tightness in my chest. “Anyway, she’s here with Nick tonight.”

“Hm.”

Addison doesn’t say more than that, and she doesn’t probe for more details, which is very unlike her. I worry a little that something I said might’ve tipped her off to the lie, but I’m saved from having to say anything else on the subject when Michael comes back with the drinks.

As soon as he hands me mine, I grimace. Shit . I forgot I was supposed to get one for Reid too.

“Actually, will you give this to Reid?” I ask my sister, passing it to her. “I’ll go get another one for me.”

“Oh, sure.”

She, Michael, and Iris start making their way toward Reid, and I head off in the direction of the bar.

It takes a while to get my drink, and by the time I start heading back to join my sister, Michael, and Reid, Iris has wandered off to play with a couple of other kids her age. They’re standing near one of the tables laden with beautiful centerpieces, and I watch Iris’s face bloom with delight as she realizes that one of the flowers from the centerpiece has fallen onto the table.

She picks it up, bringing it to her nose to sniff it—but before she can, one of the other little girls standing next to her gives her a hard shove, snatching the flower out of her hand.

“Hey!”

My mouth opens, but the word doesn’t come from me. Instead, it comes from Hailey, who swoops in like an avenging angel. Her face is angry as she stoops down beside them, plucking the flower back from the girl who stole it as she says something that makes the little girl flush guiltily.

Hailey stands up, offering the flower back to my niece before taking her hand. Iris beams up at her, looking as enamored as if she had just come face to face with Wonder Woman. I can see Iris chattering away happily as Hailey leads her back over to my sister and Michael, and I trail along behind them, unable to stop watching.

Once Hailey has deposited Iris safely back with her parents, she shares a look with Reid and then starts to walk away.

She’s supposed to be here with Nick. I know that.

But goddammit, I need to kiss her.

Seeing her stand up for my niece was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get Hailey into my arms right now.

So I pivot to keep following her through the crowd, and when she skirts around to the edge of the large room, trying to get past a particularly loud group of people, I see an opportunity and take it.

Picking up my pace, I snag her wrist quickly and tug her through a door leading to an adjacent hallway. We walk quickly down the hall, and when I see a door on our left, I test the knob. It opens, thank fuck, revealing what looks like a storage closet.

Good enough for me .

Not bothering to turn the light on, I pull Hailey into the little room after me, shutting the door behind us. The darkness in the space presses in around us as I turn around to face her, taking in her shadowy features by the light creeping in from under the door.

Hailey’s wide green eyes flutter until they adjust to the dim light, then lock on mine, surprise clear in her expression.

“What’s up?” she whispers. “Is everything okay?”

“I saw you with Iris just now.”

“Oh. Is that why you brought me in here?”

I smirk, reaching up to trace the curve of her jaw. “No. I brought you here because it’s been driving me crazy to not be able to kiss you all night.”

I press my lips to hers to punctuate my words, and she moans as if the kiss is helping her let out some pent-up tension of her own. Her hands rest on my chest, and I can’t stop myself from cradling the back of her head and pulling her deeper into the kiss.

Her hands snake down my back until they find the waistband of my pants, and she follows it around to the front and my belt buckle, which she fumbles with in the dark. I love the way she responds to my touch like this, how eager she is to reciprocate every time I put my lips on hers.

And the way she lights up when I brush kisses down her neck is intoxicating. But a flash of possessive anger flares inside me when I think about just how little that fucker Dylan appreciated what he had in Hailey.

I don’t know how I’m ever going to let her go. This whole act we’re putting on for the benefit of our nosy ass town has to stop at some point, but there’s a part of me that can’t stand the idea of seeing Hailey with anyone else. Or of any other man besides me or my brothers getting the chance to light her up like I am right now.

I kiss the soft, sensitive skin where her neck meets her collarbone and groan at the goosebumps that ripple across her shoulder. Without letting my lips leave her skin, I walk her backward a few steps until her back hits the door behind her.

Then I breathe into her ear, “One of your bucket list items was to have sex in a public place. Is this public enough for you?”

My eyes meet hers as I draw back, and her pupils dilate. The sight of it makes my cock twitch in my pants, straining toward her as she nods eagerly.

“Yes,” she whispers, still nodding. “Fuck me. Please.”

I grin at her through the darkness. “Good girl.”

Our lips meet again, ratcheting up the heat raging between us even further. She wraps her arms around me, her fingertips digging into the skin at the back of my neck, desperate and clawing. I trail a hand up her bare thigh and slip it under the hem of her dress, stopping at her panty line.

Hailey pulls back, her eyes twinkling devilishly as she stares at me with her lip trapped between her teeth. It’s almost like she’s daring me, wanting to see how far I’ll take things. I’ve always loved that daring, teasing side of her that isn’t afraid to be a little bad.

“Should we see how wet you are for me already, shortcake?” I murmur.

My finger dips into her panties to find her pussy, and I grit my teeth at the realization that she’s already soaked for me.

“God, you’re fucking killing me,” I grunt. “Is that all for me?”

She nods, her hair glinting softly in the darkness. “Yes…”

“Good.”

And I mean it. I’m perfectly willing to share her with my brothers—in fact, it’s hot as hell watching them make her scream—but right now, I want her all to myself.

I torment her with my finger, dragging the tip across her clit and teasing her entrance. She moans and wraps a leg around me, pulling me closer so she can lunge for my lips again like a wild animal.

I’m definitely not the only one who’s been going a little crazy with desire tonight, and the unrestrained way she’s showing it awakens something in me too. I tug her panties aside roughly, and Hailey whimpers into my mouth. Her body is arching against mine, and her pussy is already so wet that I could fuck her right here and now if I wanted.

But not yet.

I circle around her entrance, making her squirm, before I push just the tip of my finger into her. Her breath catches, and she rolls her hips downward like she’s trying to work my whole finger inside, so I let her. When I’m buried up to my knuckle in her warm wetness, she rests her forehead against mine, staring intently into my eyes.

“Sebastian. Please…”

She doesn’t have to say anything else for me to know what she’s thinking. She’s sick of the teasing and she wants the real thing.

That makes two of us .

I pull my finger out of her slowly, drinking in the way she shivers in my arms from the feeling, then rip her panties off in one go, making her yelp as the delicate fabric tears away. She steps out of them and kicks them to the side without ever taking her eyes off mine.

“See? So fucking wet for me,” I whisper as I hold my finger up between us to prove it. “Now the real question is, do you taste as sweet as you look?”

I start to bring my finger to my mouth to find out, but her hand flies out to stop me, gripping my wrist as she bites her lower lip.

“Let me be the one to tell you,” she whispers.

A groan rumbles in the back of my throat as she pulls my hand to her open mouth. She places my finger on the back of her tongue, then wraps her lips around it and slowly draws back.

“Mm,” she moans around my finger, and I smirk at her.

“You keep finding ways to surprise me, my dirty little shortcake. So how do you taste?”

A sly smirk curves her plush lips as she releases my finger. “Like I’m not a good girl after all. Like I’m your dirty little slut.”

My cock jumps. “Fuck.”

Whatever control I thought I had a moment ago vanishes as heat floods my veins, and I spin her around forcefully. She catches herself on the door behind us, her hands splayed out across it, her tight little ass jutting out at me from under her dress. I hike the fabric up over her hips, exposing her bare cheeks and the glistening wetness of her pussy, and my cock aches so hard in my pants that it hurts.

“Fuck,” I rasp. “I need to feel you.”

I need to break the tension that’s been building between us, just waiting for a spark to ignite it. My hands pull her hips toward me, grinding my clothed shaft against her ass. She moans breathlessly, her fingers clawing at the door, and the sound of her pleasure goes straight to my cock.

“Do you think you can be quiet?” I ask.

She glances over her shoulder to look me right in the eye, a hint of a smile at the corner of her lips as she answers me with one word.

“No.”

My body floods with desire, and I grin back at her. “Good answer, baby. Because I like the idea of everyone at this party knowing exactly who’s fucking you in this room.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” she asks and balls her dress in one hand to hold it up for me, showing off her perfect little pussy.

It drives me crazy, but as tempted as I am to give her what she’s asking for right away, I want to drag this out a little longer. I want her to feel every little sensation, want to savor every sweet inch of her pussy as I slide inside.

I unzip and shove my pants down a bit, then slide my cock through her folds several times. She groans and arches her back even more, inviting me inside. She’s totally fucking soaked, her wetness coating my cock, and I finally grip myself at the base and press just the head inside her perfect pussy, beginning to stretch her open.

“Oh my god,” she hisses, her nails curling against the door and leaving tiny scrapes in the paint. The sight gives me an idea, so I lean forward, resting my lips just behind her ear.

“Count them,” I tell her. “I want a mark on that door for each of my piercings as you take them.”

She laughs, her voice thick with desire. “Oh my god, you’re crazy.”

“About you,” I shoot back, ignoring the sudden jolt that shoots through my chest as I realize how true those words are.

Shoving those thoughts aside to consider more deeply later, I shift my hips forward a bit more, and she whimpers as the first stud of my Jacob’s Ladder slips in. It takes her a second to follow my command, but then she slowly drags a nail across the paint.

“One,” she says quietly. I kiss the back of her neck.

“Good girl. Keep going,” I tell her and keep pushing until the next piercing slides in.

“Two.” She scratches another mark in the paint next to the first, but it’s even more jagged. “Don’t stop. I want them all.”

“Oh, you’re gonna get them. Don’t you worry,” I say, clenching my jaw as I pitch my hips forward suddenly, sinking several more piercings into her and pulling a deep-throated groan out of her. About half my cock is inside her now, throbbing with arousal. “How many was that?”

Hailey doesn’t answer. Instead, she drags her nail through the paint three more times. On the final one, she draws a line across the four previous tally marks. Then she turns to me, craning her neck to meet my gaze. “Three, four… five.”

“That’s right, shortcake. Well done.”

I’m impressed. If she’s so sensitive that she could count how many piercings went in with just one thrust, I can only imagine how good I must be making her feel. And the thought makes me want to give her even more pleasure. I can’t wait to have her screaming my name in this room.

“More. Please,” she begs, tapping her nail against the wall as if she’s desperate to make another mark.

I laugh at her impatience, but I don’t take pity on her, taking my sweet time as I slowly press the rest of the way inside, watching her gasp and squirm as she makes jagged tally marks on the door.

Finally, the final inch of my cock disappears into her tight pussy, and she drags in a breath as she makes the last mark.

“Ten,” she whispers, her voice shaking.

I press a kiss to her neck, scraping my teeth across her skin before I whisper, “Well done. You did such a good job counting. I think it’s time for me to give you what you want. What you need. Are you ready?”

“Yes.” She nods, her palms flattening on the door. “Yes, yes, ye?—”

The last word breaks off as I draw out and then plunge back inside, burying my cock to the hilt inside her. She cries out, her eyes going wide with surprise and arousal as she looks at me over her shoulder.

“Holy shit. Yes , Sebastian. Fuck. Me,” she demands, and I don’t think I could deny her anything when she says it like that.

I pull out and drive right back in, making her cry out again. If she wants it hard and fast, that’s exactly how I’ll give it to her. I don’t give her any time to adjust. I launch into a pounding rhythm, my hips slamming against hers, until she melts forward into the door, her cheek smashed against it.

“Oh my god. Oh my god!” she hisses as her free hand slips between her legs to work her clit. She’s standing on her tiptoes, barely managing not to fall over, but she uses what little balance she has to rock herself backward in time with my thrusts, taking my cock even deeper. Fucking herself on my length.

“Go ahead. Say it. Scream my fucking name so everyone here knows who’s got you so worked up,” I mutter and wrap a fistful of her hair around my hand as I start thrusting even faster.

“Yes, Sebastian!” she cries softly, her voice somewhat muffled with her cheek against the door.

“Louder,” I grunt and drive into her roughly again. Her pussy clenches around me, making my balls tighten. “Tell everyone how fucking good I’m making you feel.”

“Oh… my… god. Sebastian!” I can tell she’s still trying to keep her voice down, but it’s a battle she’s losing. Her sounds are getting louder and less controlled as she curls her fingers into fists against the door. “Keep going. Keep going, don’t stop. Please, it feels so good. I’m gonna… gonna…”

Her breathing turns ragged, and I know she’s about to fall apart, but I don’t let up. Not until she takes one last sharp inhale, her muscles locking in a way that tells me her orgasm is cresting.

Just before she lets out the raw scream I can sense building in the back of her throat, I grip her jaw and tilt her face toward mine so I can smash my lips against hers, swallowing all of her perfect, addictive noises.

They’re mine. All mine .