Red Thorns (Thorns Duet 1)
If I do, I’ll seem insecure and weak. Two things I’ve been fighting my entire life.
His heated gaze travels from bottom to top, stopping at my breasts that physically ache under his gaze.
“Your body is made for fucking, baby.”
“It’s also made for kicking you in the crotch.”
A chuckle rips from him. It’s sudden and so carefree, I’m caught off guard, and in the worst way possible. Why does he look so beautiful when he laughs? Shouldn’t there be some sort of a hazard warning for that?
“I love it when you act hot and cold, Tsundere.” He steps closer, his laughter dying down, and he clutches me by the hand, slowly guiding me to hop onto a bench.
I’m now taller than him as he stands in front of me. “What are you doing?”
“Freeing you.”
Before I can figure out what’s going on, he lifts one of my legs and I squeal before I bite down on my lips to seal the sound.
My palm slaps on the wall behind me for balance as Sebastian rests my leg on his shoulder and dives straight between my legs.
His teeth nibble on my folds through the panties and I yelp, my heart jolting into overdrive.
His fingers dig into my other thigh as he licks and nibbles on my pussy with a savageness that leaves me breathless.
“Oh, God…”
“Shh…they’ll hear you.” The rumble of his voice against my aching core adds more pressure to the already building sensation.
My eyes widen as he adds a finger and rubs on my folds until an aroused sound echoes in the air.
“Feel that, baby? That’s your wet cunt begging me for more.”
“Shut up!”
“Are you embarrassed by how much you want this? How much you really love the debauchery of it?”
“No…”
He slides the panties away from my pussy and pounds two fingers inside in one go. “Your tight cunt disagrees.”
My leg shakes so powerfully, I’m barely standing. I grip a handful of Sebastian’s hair for balance as my body slackens against the wall.
His tongue licks my swollen clit, then nibbles on it with his teeth as his fingers power deep into places I didn’t know existed.
It’s rough and brutal. Absolutely savage in its nature so that all I can feel is him and all I can smell is his spicy scent.
There’s nothing to save me from the moment, from the impact that I’m crashing onto.
A wave like I’ve never experienced before grabs hold of me and drags me under. My heart roars so loud, I’m scared it’ll stop altogether.
Maybe I’ll die in the throes of pleasure. Maybe this was always supposed to be the way to go.
The buildup is strong, but it’s not as frightening as when the orgasm actually slams into me with blinding force.
My moans echo in the air and I release Sebastian’s hair to slap a hand over my mouth.
I forgot that Coach and the others were right outside, that they could walk in on us at any second and see Sebastian eating me out and fingering me at the same time.
The image adds more intensity to my orgasm and my moans. I’m shaking so hard, my standing leg nearly buckles.