SNAPPED (The Slate Brothers 1)

“You’re very wet, Ashlynn,” he murmurs against my inner thigh, his breath hot, lips grazing my skin as he speaks. I try to respond, but words escape me. My eyes drift shut as he licks me again, flicking his tongue back and forth along my clit until I groan in pleasure, staring at the domed ceiling and wondering how, exactly, I’m here with Sebastian Slate. How Sebastian knows exactly how to work me, how he can make me wet with barely more than a touch.

“Sebastian,” I whisper, heady and a little drunk from his touch. “You’re perfect.”

He rises and slips a finger into my pussy, rubbing it along my front wall in that way that makes my hips buck. My lips part, I don’t want to orgasm this soon but--

“Shhh,” Sebastian says as he softens the pressure against me, and instead lightly finger fucks me for a few moments, a gentle promise of what’s to come. I’m still trembling as I sit up, grinding my pussy against his finger as I do so, my brows knit together in desire.

“Oh shit,” I whimper. Sebastian leans forward and kisses me; I can taste myself on him, and it turns me on even more, knowing where he was, knowing how deftly his mouth worked on me. He pulls his fingers from me, continues to kiss me as he slides his own pants off; I feel his cock fall forward and rest against my stomach. It’s thick and hard and I want it in me so, so badly that I nearly hurt from the desire. I reach down and take him in my hands, pumping my fists up and down. Sebastian groans and rests his head against my shoulder, kissing my neck, nipping at the skin just hard enough that it skirts the line of pleasure and pain. I edge my hips forward and try to position Sebastian to enter me—

“Slow down, Ashlynn,” he says, lips dancing across my cheeks. “We have all night.”

“But I need you,” I answer breathlessly.

“It’s coming, baby,” he answers, then puts a knee up on the table, straddling me, pushing me flat on my back. He towers over me, cock long and dangerous looking from this angle— which from the look on Sebastian’s face, I think he likes. He braces himself, putting his hands above my head, and then lowers his cock toward my mouth. I won’t be able to release him, I realize, if he fucks my mouth deeper than I can handle, and just before he pushes past my lips I tilt my head back so my eyes meet his, hoping my worry is clear without having to explain it like some scared schoolgirl.

“You’ll be okay,” Sebastian reassures me in a whisper. “I know what you can handle. Trust me.”

I take a breath, but nod slightly; Sebastian lowers his cock into my mouth, moaning as he slides along my tongue, filling my throat with himself. I lift my arms and wrap them around his hips as best I can, trying to relax, trying to massage him. He begins to fuck my mouth in short, shallow strokes, each time coming threateningly close to the point where I can’t take any more of him, and each time backing away millimeters before I panic. I find myself arching my back, opening wider to take more of him in, flicking my tongue against his head as he enters me. It’s incredibly arousing— so much so that I remove one hand from his back and slide it down to my pussy, rubbing my own soaked clit as I take his cock.

Sebastian groans, then pulls his cock from my mouth. He looks down at me through his arms when he sees that I’m touching myself. He swings one leg over my head, leaving me bare for an instant, then picks me up off the table, cradling me in his arms. Sebastian doesn’t hesitate; he lies back down on the table, then positions me on top of him, my head toward his cock and my pussy over his face. He pulls my hips down to his mouth and slides his tongue into me.

I cry out, loud, the sound echoing off every hard surface in the library— but I no longer care about cameras or privacy or anything beyond my want for more of Sebastian in me, now. I lift his cock toward my lips— I’m so much shorter than him that my mouth can’t reach his entire cock, not if I’m to leave my pussy against his lips, but I still take his head into my mouth and suck it lovingly, circling it with my tongue, pumping my fists up and down as he hardens even more against my touch. My own hips begin to pulse with Sebastian’s mouth; I ride against his tongue until he puts his hands on my ass, pulling me down hard against his face.