Page 72 of Foolish Games

He gives me a grin that’s pure evil, slowing to rock his pelvic bone directly over my raw, overstimulated clit. “Never.”

I glare up at him, holding the phone to my ear like someone’s actually calling. “What do you want?” I shout to Rob.

“Thought I heard you talking,” he calls back. “Want to go down to the club and grab some food, maybe shoot nine holes?”

“Golf?” Sebastian whispers incredulously, looking like he’s about to burst into laughter.

“Shut up,” I hiss.

In response, he gives a vicious thrust, burying his cock mercilessly deep inside my bruised core.

“Maybe later,” I choke out as he drags himself out slow and then rams his cock deep.

“I’m hungry now,” Robert whines outside my door.

“Go away,” I yell, unable to think of anything clever to say.

Sebastian is shaking with silent laughter as he continues to torment me.

“You don’t have to be a bitch about it,” Robert yells back. “I’ll just swing by Sebastian’s and pick him up to go with me.”

I hear him walk away before I shove at Sebastian furiously.

He grabs my hands and pins them to the bed beside my head. “Give me one more, and I’ll stop,” he says, thrusting harder.

“I can’t,” I gasp out.

“Then I’m never stopping,” he says, moving faster.

“Let—me—on—top,” I manage, my voice high and choppy from the frantic pounding he’s giving me. He kneels up, dragging me along with him, so I’m straddling his hips while his knees are on the bed. I bounce on his dick, the new angle making me see stars.

“Look,” he orders, gripping my hips and slamming me down onto him. I look at where we’re joined, watching my pussy stretch around his girth, taking him in with each pass. His cock is red and raw looking, slick with streaks of cum. The sight pushes me closer, and I reach down, fingering my clit.

“Fuck,” he barks, seeing my fingers on my swollen flesh. His hips grind upwards, and I feel him expand before he cums deep inside me. “Fuck, Viv.”

He captures my breast, sucking hard at my nipple and sending a new wave of pleasure slamming into me. My hips rock as I chase his orgasm with my own, my walls clenching rhythmically around his length as the last shocks go through him, his hips twitching as he holds me wrapped tightly in his arms, crushing me to him. My body takes over, my rocking in rhythm with his tongue as he draws on my nipple until I’m whimpering and gasping, the orgasm cresting and sucking him deeper, milking every drop of his seed into my core.

I’m so worn out I can barely move after the orgasm, and the intimacy of our position, watching our bodies join in this most primal, primitive way, has aftershocks of something else gripping my body every few seconds. Something far more terrifying than him seeing the soft curve of my belly or a jiggle of my hips or even being caught by my brother.

“Sebastian,” I whisper, swallowing hard.

“Vivienne,” he whispers back, stroking the skin below my ear with the back of his fingers. He leans in and kisses me tenderly, so sweetly it aches deeper than my throbbing core. “You’re not just a spoiled little princess, are you? You’re a whole fucking queen.”

Our eyes lock for a long moment, but before I can say anything stupid and emotional, he leans in, kissing me slow and deep this time. His mouth tastes like me, but I’m not embarrassed. I’m just scared. Because I know it’s too late to stop this from meaning anything, no matter how much it seemed like it was just wild, animal sex at the time. And I know that it’s too late to keep from being another notch on Sebastian Swift’s bedpost, and infinitely worse, too late to keep from being another heart he breaks.

twenty-one

Sebastian Swift

Vivienne slowly detangles herself from my arms and rises, wincing as my cock slides out of her. I watch a trickle of cum run down her leg, and I swear I’m about to get hard all over again.

“I’m going to clean up,” she says, avoiding my eyes as she climbs off her huge bed. “I need to get you home.”

“Don’t you want to snuggle a while first?” I ask, scooting down onto my side and stroking the bed in front of me. I give her my most winning smile, but she just frowns and turns away.

“You heard Rob,” she says. “He’s going to go by your house. What do you think he’ll do when you’re not there?”

“Find someone else to golf with?” I guess, sitting up. “It’s not like we’re regular golfing buddies. I’ve never even been to the Country Club.”

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