Page 37 of Little Do You Know

Sebastian instantly closes the gap between us, harshly pressing his lips against mine. “You’re trying to kill me.” And then his head drops to my neck as he nips at my skin. “I bite, too, Thalia.”

Hell yes. I hold onto the edge of the desk tightly with one hand and thread my other in his soft hair. His head drops lower as Sebastian traces the edge of my lingerie with his lips, simultaneously slipping his cold fingers under the bottom edge of the fabric.

I nearly jump at the touch, but I can’t even attempt to hide how fast I’m breathing right now. “Bash,” I moan as his entire hand slips under, cupping my breast.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he mumbles against my skin.

This shouldn’t feel good. It’s Sebastian. But at the same time…it’s Sebastian touching me. I don’t know if the forbiddenness makes little touches feel like more, but I’m not complaining. I moan quietly, pulling his hair to guide Sebastian where I want him as I arch my back, letting his mouth take the place of his hands. Fuck. This is just the foreplay.

He teases my nipple with his teeth, proving his statement to be true that he does bite. Just enough to cause a pinch of pain before he soothes it with gentle touches and pressure. Sebastian’s playing with me and has me exactly where he wants me. It’s unfair that I’m this ramped up, and he hasn’t done hardly anything.

I drop my hand to hold onto the desk, and that’s when he pulls away and moves the lingerie back to its original place. There’s a triumphant smirk on his face, and I take the moment to catch my breath and let my mind catch up. He doesn’t give me much of a chance, though. Sebastian pulls his shirt off in one smooth motion, showcasing his stupid abs and the V I want to trace with my tongue that leads to the tent in his sweatpants.

“Spend enough time in the gym?” I ask, trying to keep my voice from shaking. I’m unsuccessful at trying to look him in the eyes when his sizable bulge is distracting.

“See something you like?”

I fight the blush creeping across my face, but there’s not really a point in trying to hide it. “I see something you could use help with.”

“If you’re offering,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

I’m not joking. I think I could put Sebastian in his place and shut him up simultaneously with a blow job. Plus, the idea of tasting him is overwhelming in a way that’s never been appealing before. I slide off the desk, resting my hands on the hot skin of his abdomen to push him backward to the bed. I sink to my knees, pulling his pants with me. “Lia, I was kidding. You don’t need to do that—” Sebastian tries to protest as I sink to my knees, pulling his pants with him. He shuts up immediately when I suck the bead of pre-cum off the tip.

I swirl my tongue around the shaft, resting my hands on his thighs as he moans deeply. His hands tangle into my hair, but doesn’t force me deeper, which I appreciate, because taking all of him might be past my skill level. “Lia,” he groans my name while I happily repay Sebastian for all the taunting and teasing. He’s staring at me in intense amazement, encouraging me to continue.

“I’m not…fucking hell…I’m not going to last,” Bash chokes out, pressing my head down gently. His breathing hitches as I hollow out my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can without choking myself. I like our game of cat and mouse. “Thalia, please.”

Except I don’t stop my attack until he’s practically shaking. All out of our system. That’s what this is for. Sebastian grunts incoherently, spilling himself in my mouth as I fist the portion of his cock I can’t fit. I swallow, pulling back to give him a wicked smile as his eyes widen. Clearly, Sebastian didn’t think we could both play at this game.

Keep it lighthearted. Don’t make this mean anything more than what it is.

I shimmy out of my shorts to be on the same level as Sebastian. “Hope you recover quickly.”

He raises an eyebrow at me. “Believe me, Thalia, I’m looking forward to how you’re going to…how did you put it again? Sebastian, can I please climb you like a tree?” He tries to mimic me, and I laugh easily.

“Perfect.” I smile, taking the opportunity to trace the outline of Sebastian’s defined core. “Don’t forget, you promised me I’d be begging for more, so I hope all the anticipation is worth it.”

Sebastian moves quickly, pushing me on my back, lying across me with his body weight to hold me in place underneath him. It’s stupid how hot he is. It’s really stupid. Why couldn’t Owen have made friends with someone ugly?

“Trust me, you will be, Lia. I’m curious about the placement of your tattoo that I haven’t seen.”

“Oh really? Does it cross your mind often?” I ask, watching as his eyes darken.

“More than it should since you told me about it.”

And then he’s kissing me again. I’m completely at his mercy, and I’m loving it. His tongue explores mine at a slow pace, resembling the same one after he told me to relax.

As Sebastian lies over me, we’re a flurry of limbs in the tangled bedsheets. I’m so glad we have the place to ourselves because I don’t know if I could be quiet if I tried my hardest. I’m worked up enough from anticipation and foreplay that he slides in with little resistance. I bite my lip, trying to mask the sound of my moan, but it slips out anyway. “Are you okay?” Bash asks, his voice sounding deep and strained. I nod, moving my hips as I feel him pulsing inside me. Sebastian gives me a few seconds to get used to his size before moving his hips against mine.

I grasp his shoulders with my hands, my nails dragging slowly as he thrusts upward. “Jesus fucking…” I mumble, hooking a leg over Bash’s waist, feeling him reach a deeper angle. My eyes nearly roll in the back of my head with the movement.

“Thalia, be careful whose name you call out right now,” he warns, the sound of it echoing through my body. I smile as he kisses the soft skin of my throat, and I grind harder against him. This is better than I thought it would be. Better than I dreamed about. And most of all, it’s better than getting myself off. “You take me so fucking well.”

He moves faster, hitting hard and deep. “Sebastian,” I start to say with every intent of completing my thought, but he adds his hand, creating a new wave of pleasure.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and call my name,” he says through clenched teeth, lifting me by my hip to change the angle of penetration.

“Bash, more. I need more.”

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