Page 28 of Bristol

“Yes, Bash. Again!” I demand.

He obliges, happily, biting me again before he flips me over onto my stomach. He presses himself into me, gripping my wrists above my head in one of his hands. I bury my face into the pillow as he pushes inside me, my knees together making the feeling so much more intense.

His teeth find the back of my neck as he pumps slowly in and out. One hand is gripping my wrists, keeping me unable to move just enough for me not to panic while the other is gliding up my back.

He fists my hair, pulling my head up, exposing the side of my neck.

“You’re being such a fucking good girl for me, Bristol,” he rasps, his lips brushing my neck and sending a shiver down my spine.

He nips at my shoulders, across the top of my back as he grinds into me.

With each bite, he sends me higher. Higher and on the edge of bliss. Sink. His teeth pierce my shoulder, sending me tumbling over the edge. My knees pull together, my ankles press into one another as my whole body convulses with my orgasm. Sebastian doesn’t slow down. It isn’t until he releases my hands and hair that he plants his hands onto my hips, holding me tight as he pounds harder into me. I’m not done coming before my orgasm begins quickly building again.

Smack. His smacks my ass so hard I can feel the handprint that will be there later.

I moan loudly as he delivers another blow.

“Fuck, yes,” he moans, pulsing inside of me.

The sound of him finding his own orgasm has me clenching around him, coming again.

Breathlessly, he lies down on his back beside me. My hair cascades across my face and I reach up to move it so I can see him clearly. His eyes are closed and his chest is rising and falling rapidly. My eyes linger for a moment on the scar beneath his left eye before he’s staring at me through those beautiful green irises.

“Hi,” I whisper.

His lip pulls up into a smirk. “Hi,” he whispers.

He leans up onto his elbow, looking down at me as I rest my hand on my crossed arms beneath me.

“You didn’t text me back earlier,” I whisper.

He sighs. “I know. I’m sorry. I was dealing with some shit.” He says it simply and there’s no hint of irritation in his voice.

“I missed you. It’s been kind of lonely here.”

His face falls for a moment, his smile gone. “I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry. I know you’ve spent so much time not out living and being in the world and sometimes I forget that. I get so caught up in the shit I’m doing I forget that you need me and just social interaction in general.”

“It’s okay. You have a life, too. I get it.”

“No, it isn’t okay. We’re going to fix this. We need to introduce you to some of the other ol’ladies. The good ones.”

I scoff a laugh. “If they’re anything like Princess, count me out.”

He chuckles. “No, babe. They are nothing like her.”

“Tomorrow will be the perfect time to introduce you. We have an engagement party to attend,” he says, nonchalantly.

“A what? I… I’ve never been to something like that. Not as an adult.” I try to hide the panic in my voice.

“It’s going to be fine, I promise. You’re great,” he says with a smile.

His smile is contagious and I reciprocate it without even thinking about it.

He places his thumb on my chin, kissing me softly before he rolls out of bed.

I follow him into the bathroom to pee and clean up.

“So, who’s engagement party are we attending?” I ask, intrigued at the idea of doing something fun and exciting and out of these fucking four walls.

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