Page 38 of Little Do You Know

“I told you that you’d be begging.” Sebastian immediately stops, and I can feel the hill I’d been climbing slowly start to cede as he stays still.

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask as he continues to use his thumb to rub small circles on my clit. “Why did you stop?”

He smirks down at me, a droplet of sweat carving a path down his chest as I shift impatiently underneath him. It’s not fair how good he feels inside me. It’s really unfair. “Because I want to hear you beg.”

“No!” I blurt out. “That’s not the deal.”

“The deal was one time. I got my orgasm already. If you want yours, use your pretty mouth to beg me to keep using my cock to fuck you the right way.”

My jaw hangs open because I truly cannot believe him. The most infuriating part is how fucking turned on I am. “You’re an asshole,” I hiss, trying to move my hips to force him to apply more pressure to my clit, but he stops entirely.

“I am, but you wanted this, so tell me how much,” he says, holding me in place firmly with both hands. “Come on, Lia. All you have to do is beg,” Sebastian continues playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I’m entirely at his mercy, and he knows it. He’s not unbothered by this. I can see his core clenching with the effort it takes to stay still.

His featherlight touch continues, and I bite my lip. He can’t stay like this forever. He’ll have to move at some point. I can wait it out. Sebastian’s dark eyes are focused entirely on me, showing a different level of discipline that I didn’t realize he had.

“Please,” I grit out, pissed that this man’s dick has me asking for permission to come.

“You can do better than that.” Sebastian pulls his hips back leisurely before reentering at the same pace. My body feels electric. It wasn’t supposed to feel this good. What the fuck?

“Please fuck me. Please let me come. I need to come around your cock. Fuck me, Sebastian,” I beg, twisting the sheets between my fingers.

“I knew you could do it.” I’m instantly rewarded as Sebastian picks a punishing thrusting pace, satisfied with my words. I grab the pillow behind my head, twisting my nipple with my other. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” The sound of the headboard hitting the wall with the force of his body. Holy fuck. I seriously underestimated how good this would be.

“Bash!”

“You feel so good, Lia. I’m so fucking deep inside you. I’ve thought about what this would feel like, but I didn’t think it would be like this,” Sebastian says, applying more pressure with his thumb. “I thought your mouth felt like heaven, but your pussy? Your pussy is taking me perfectly and even better than I imagined. You’re fucking perfect, Thalia.”

Sebastian’s words send me over the brink with the intense stimulation, and I come undone as he leans down to kiss me deeply, silencing my loud moans before he follows.

One time. This was one time. You can’t forget, Thalia. You can’t forget.

I feel like a limp noodle as Sebastian gets up to take care of the condom. I lie flat on the bed, focusing on recovering my breathing, but I honestly don’t know how I’m supposed to get up. I know I need to, but first, my legs need to work correctly, and I don’t trust that they do right now. I don’t want to give Bash the satisfaction, but that might have been the best sex I’ve had. Who knew Sebastian Walker had such a filthy mouth? He climbs into the bed beside me, gently pulling me into his side, tangling us together again.

“Can I ask you something?”

He glances down at me with an ease over his face that I don’t think I’ve seen since we were kids.Of course, that only happens after he’s done fucking the hell out of me. “I guess there’s no better time than the present?” A lock of his dark, messy hair has fallen into his face, and I gently reach up to brush it back. He’s staring at me intensely, and I don’t want to confuse the after-sex high for something other than that. I rest my head on Sebastian’s chest, inhaling his scent of warm cedar deeply.

“You said you think about me. How often?”

Bash lets out a short chuckle as he starts to play with my long hair. “Way more than I should. You’re my best friend’s little sister. I’m pretty sure I’m not supposed to think about you like this.”

“And you’re my brother’s best friend. I don’t think I’m supposed to think of you like this either,” I say honestly, and I laugh incredulously. “You actually made me beg.”

His eyes feel like they’re burning holes through me. “Yes. I did.” It’s a simple answer, but I can’t help but smile. “Did you enjoy it?”

I shouldn’t have, but I did. I lift my head to look at him, biting my lip before copying his answer. “Yes. I did.”

Sebastian lets out a throaty laugh, pulling me easily to lie on top of him, distracting me. “I swear you’re trying to kill me.”

“Can’t give away my hidden agenda so soon. Aren’t you tired?” I tease him, and he leans up to kiss me again instead of responding. It’s friendly and easy. It feels good. Being with Sebastian feels good.

“What am I going to do with you?” he asks quietly, brushing a thumb over my cheek. I want to lean into his touch, but that’s admitting defeat. This was one time. That’s all it can be.

I pull my head away from his hand to rest my cheek against the bare skin of his chest. I close my eyes, and I let myself think for a second that this is what Sebastian and I could have been like if I hadn’t messed everything up. Except I did.

“Nothing. You’re going to do nothing,” I say softly.

It’s the truth. I inhale deeply, lifting my head to peel my body from his. I don’t bother trying to cover myself. He’s seen me and more.

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