SNAPPED (The Slate Brothers 1)

“That’s right. That’s perfect,” he mutters, and it gives me confidence. I release him, then run my tongue up and down his length. Sebastian moans and puts his other hand on my head, and I can tell he’s having to work hard not to thrust into me, not to fuck my mouth deep. I wish he could, I think, and my pussy drenches at the metal image of Sebastian’s cock disappearing entirely past my lips, of how it would feel to have so much of him in my mouth. I whimper against him, and he strokes my head gently, then begins to lightly pulse his hips into my throat.

“You could make me come like this, you know,” he tells me, voice so low it’s barely audible. “I could come in your sweet little mouth right now. And I think you’d like that, Ashlynn. Would you?”

I nod— god, yes. I can’t believe it, but yes, I would love to feel his cock go still and rigid in my mouth, would love to taste his come. I’ve never wanted this before; hell, I’ve even adamantly refused to do it with ex boyfriends. But with Sebastian? I want it, I want it, I want it—

“Not yet,” he says with a sharp breath, then pulls my head away from his cock. “Not yet, darling.”

I’m breathless, my hair ruinous around my face, and I’m sure my cheeks are red with exertion. He tilts my chin up to him, and I can see how hard it was for him to stop me, to not come in my mouth. He licks his lips, then sits up, his cock still pointed straight at me. Without ceremony, he grabs the hem of my dress and yanks it up over my head, tossing it aside. I barely have time to recover before he grabs the back of my bra, unhooks it easily, and tosses it across the room. I yelp as my breasts are revealed, but Sebastian is eager and hungry.

“God, I knew you’d be perfect. Look at you,” he says, shaking his head as if in wonder. He motions for me to stand, and I obey. Sebastian leans forward takes one of my breasts in his hand. I moan, my eyes shut, my head tilts back. “You have sensitive breasts, don’t you? You liked me sucking on them the other night.” He takes my other breast in his other hand, holding tightly, running his thumbs across my nipples as they harden to his touch. He releases them, then slides his hands down my sides, hooking his fingers in the sides of my panties. “And you liked my fingers in your pussy, didn’t you?”

I don’t answer— how could I? I can’t think of anything but how badly I want him to tear my panties off, how badly I want his fingers on my clit, how badly I want to feel him push them inside me, how badly I want to come at his touch again—

“Answer me, Ashlynn,” Sebastian says admonishingly.

I lick my lips, and nod, but I can tell this answer isn’t enough. “I— I liked your fingers in my pussy,” I say, barely finding the words in the nervous wreck that is my mind.

Sebastian tugs my panties down a bit, to my mid-thigh, then releases me. “Turn around,” he instructs me. I do so without question, waiting for his next command. “Take your panties the rest of the way off for me,” he says.

I nod, realizing what he wants, and take hold of my panties. I bend at the waist to pull them down to my ankles, giving Sebastian a clear view of my pussy and ass.

“Look at that,” he says. “What a sweet little pink pussy you have.” I’m still bent over when he reaches forward and grabs one of my ass cheeks, sliding his thumb up against my wetness. I cry out and nearly number forward, but Sebastian is unrelenting— he rubs at my slit with his thumb, then grabs my other as cheek, pressing both this thumbs against my pussy entrance, pulling my ass cheeks apart so he can get the view he wants. I’m so certain I might tumble forward, especially when he runs the tips of his thumbs up to my clit and rubs me there.

The world swirls and blackens in pleasure. Sebastian releases my ass before I can climax. I stand up and glance over my shoulder, unsure if I’m allowed to turn back around just yet.

Sebastian lies back on his bed, his cock points straight at the ceiling. He motions for me to come closer. “Here,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me not toward his cock, but toward his lips. Sebastian moves one of my legs over him, till I’m sitting on my knees, my pussy directly over his mouth. He massages my ass as he stares up at me, then meets my eyes as he pulls me down to his mouth.