SNAPPED (The Slate Brothers 1)

“What are you thinking about, Ashlynn?”

I swallow, daring myself to say it out loud. “You fucking me. I need you. Please, Sebastian,” I choke on my words. My pussy aches for him, truly aches, and knowing he’s so close but not in me is destroying me.

“I thought you might be,” Sebastian whispers into my ear, then slides his cock into me. This angle allows him to go deeper, and now that I’ve had him a few times, he’s relentless as he thrusts into me, bouncing my body up and down on him. I moan; Sebastian reaches around and puts his fingers in my mouth to quiet me, and I suck on his thumb as if it’s his cock, twirling my tongue around it. Sebastian had his other hand on my ass cheek for balance, but then he moves it over and fingers my ass delicately, pushing deeper and deeper into that entrance with each thrust of his cock. It hurts in the most amazing way— just like his enormous cock in my pussy hurt the first time. It makes me want more of it.

I can’t take it anymore— I give in to the orgasm that’s pulsing through me, exhaling, moaning, letting it sweep me away. Sebastian feels it coming on, and I hear him give in too; we’re going to come together again, and I can’t help but love the fact that we can do this, that we can have this perfect moment of pure bliss.

And I’m also glad that we’re far enough back from the party, and it’s dark beneath the holly tree. I am certain that nobody can truly see what we’re up to, and even if they could, there’s no way they’d be able to film us or do anything crazy like that to prove it.

Yet the fact that we are out in the middle of a party, makes this more exciting and sexy than the usual situation.

Sebastian tightens his grip on my ass cheek, stills the fingers toying with me there, and just as I pleasure starts to explode through my body like fireworks, I feel him thrust deep into me. At the last second, though, he pulls out, and instead presses the head of his cock up against my asshole, not quite entering me, but pushing just enough to drive me wild— especially when I feel him start to come. He groans and grabs me tightly, balancing us together, and I whimper as I feel his come splash against me, splash into me, drip down my thighs.

I’m panting so hard that I hardly notice when Sebastian steps back, like he’s admiring his work. He carefully turns me over, then removes my panties from his pocket and slides them back onto my body. I’m grateful for his help, because I’m not sure I can move. I’m wetter than ever, given what’s happened, but I love the way his come feels against me. How I feel like I’m his, right now, in an almost primal way. He hides his cock back in his pants and cuddles me back onto his lap. He’s sweating every bit as much as I am, and I suspect that I’m glowing just as much as him.

“That caught me by surprise,” he admits against my cheek. “You have that effect on me, Ashlynn.”

I mean to say something witty, but I just nuzzle up to him instead.

“See? New Recruits Week isn’t all bad,” he teases, and I roll my eyes— though he can’t see it, given that my face is pressed against his neck. I’m suddenly exhausted. Sebastian kisses my forehead lightly and holds me close, leaning back against the bench. I tilt my head up as my breathing returns to normal, and see that the stars are bright and beautiful above us.

“That’s the Big Dipper,” I say sleepily, making no effort to point at the constellation. “I have it in my room.”

“You have the Big Dipper in your room?” Sebastian asks with a laugh.

“In tape. From the person who lived there before me. The Big Tape Dipper,” I explain, kissing his neck again.

Sebastian nudges my lips toward his. He kisses me deep, long, gently, licking lightly at my lips. When he pulls away, his eyes are hard on mine. “You know, Ashlynn— it looks like I’m in love with you.”

My eyebrows shoot up, my mouth curves into a smile I can’t contain. “I love you too,” I answer without thinking twice about it, then kiss him again, pulling myself closer to him. He winds his hands farther around me, tangles his fingers in my hair, and yet I still find myself wanting to be even tighter against him.

I can never be close enough, when it comes to Sebastian Slate.

22

I like staying over at Sebastian’s— I like waking up next to him. I don’t feel particularly sexy in the mornings, the way girls in movies do. My hair doesn’t go artfully tousled and I think my eyes look weird before I’ve had some coffee to wake me up. But with Sebastian, it doesn’t seem to matter— perhaps because he doesn’t seem to notice. When we begin to stir, he curls himself around me and holds me close to his chest, kissing my neck lightly as I soak in his warmth.