Page 87 of Believe In Us

“Fuck,” I moan, already needy and heaving loudly just with the soft caress of his knuckles through the crotch of my thong.

“And lastly,” he mutters, gravelly against my collarbones, “When you’re crying out my name in ecstasy.” Without warning he enters me, roughly shoving two fingers in at a time, my legs instinctively spreading wider to give him better access, my groin pressing against his hand needing to find release.

“Sebastian not now, the elevator, someone’s going to see,” I cry out in between heated breaths, his fingers never once stopping their exploration of the inside of my pussy.

He bites down hard on my shoulder, making me cry out in pain, “Gah!”

“Fuck no baby, you don’t get to tell me when I can have this sweet little cunt. It belongs to me.” His thumb presses against my clit nearly making me shudder, my orgasm teasing me with its impending arrival.

I’m so hot, so wet, and so ready. “Please, baby, I need you insideof me.” I throw my head back, desperate to have all of him, his thick erection thrusting in and out of me forcefully.

“First my love, I need a taste.” He drops to his knees, hiking my dress up further, and lifting both my legs bringing them to rest over his shoulder. I’m floating in thin air, pushed up against the elevator, as he continues to push me open. One hand pushes against my thigh as his tongue works its fucking magic, sucking and licking me with vigorous agility. I hear my wetness on his lips as he devours me, his tongue fucking me with precision as he pinches my clit in between his fingers, making me cry out in pleasure.

“Gaah, baby your tongue. God I can stand here and feel it work inside of me all fucking day.” His excitement is noticeable in the way his tongue moves faster, thrusting into me with acute force, the cool metal ball of his piercing rubbing back and forth against my clit. His fingers join his mouth, fingering me with an intensity that brings me to the edge with such ease. I don’t know if it’s the fact that I’m pregnant, but I’m coming in record time, squirting into his mouth as my orgasm ripples through me. I reach out to grip the railing, my legs threatening to give out on me, aching to be set down.

“Sebastian,” I whimper, “I can’t stand up.”

He lowers my legs down slowly, one at a time, his arms gripping my waist as he steadies me on my feet. “Yes you can baby.” He watches me with adoration as I try to compose myself after that crippling orgasm.

“You taste so fucking good baby, so sweet. My own personal delectable dessert.” He kisses me brutally, letting me taste just how sweet I am against his lips, the gesture making me wet and ready once again.

“It’s my turn baby,” I whisper, trying to get down to my knees but he stops me.

“Oh I’m nowhere near done baby.” He releases me, stepping back to unbuckle his pants and yanks them down below his kneesalong with his underwear. “Now I’m going to fuck you, thoroughly fuck you like you deserve for making me crave you so badly. For teasing me with this dress and looking so fucking beautiful.”

I nod, unable to form a coherent thought let alone speak silly little words. He grips the silk of my dress tightly in one hand, lifting it up and over my stomach, using the same hand to angle my leg up to meet his cock which rubs against my entrance. He grabs my waist with his other hand and in one quick thrust enters me, making me cry out in painful pleasure.

“Shit, yes, Sebastian, fuck, yes.” I rip open the rest of his shirt, wrapping my hands around his back under his shirt, trying to grip on for dear life. My tits, which are free since this dress gave me no room to wear a bra, I fuck him back and forth as his dick continues to slam into me. He releases his hold on my waist, wrapping his right hand around my neck, squeezing as he fucks me relentlessly. I gasp for air, his grip around my neck restricting the oxygen flowing through me, asphyxiating me, my lungs burning with the need for air, but my need to come is much more important. Somehow my fucked-up mind needs the choking, breath play intensifying my orgasm.

I try to scream, clawing my nails against his back to let him know that I’m ready, I need to come and I’m just about to do so when he releases into me causing a domino effect of emotions as my orgasm ripples through me with such force it threatens to make me pass out.

“Fuck, come with me baby.”

How isone supposed to recover from what just occurred in the service elevator? How am I supposed to stand here, in the middle of a room filled with my classmates, which by the way hate me and everything I represent, after what I just did. To mingle and dance amongst these pretentious high schoolers, pretending mymind wasn’t just fucking blown by their king. The girls gawking at me and hissing like the snakes they are when I walk by, the guys with jaws hung open, drooling as they admire my figure in the curve-hugging dress, wishing it was their arm I walked on.

Of course as soon as he looks their way, their gazes hit the floor, turning away from him in case his stone-gray eyes turn them to stone for staring at his girlfriend. Just the thought of being his sends me under another hypnosis, envisioning how fucking good he felt inside of me. It feels too good, I don’t ever want to stop. Worst of all, I don’t think I can.

I begged Sebastian to take me home, to drag my ass back to his beach house and fuck me over every surface, in every room, in the middle of the fucking ocean if need be. However, here I am waiting for the bitch to arrive.

“Here she comes,” Scarlett squeals, clapping her hands giddily beside me. She looks like a real-life mermaid in her red lace dress which perfectly hugs the curves of her waist before flaring out mid-knee into a skirt of black tulle. Her black hair is slick straight down her back, and on her lips the same dark blood red color of the dress. “Is it wrong that I’m this fucking excited to see the look on her face when she sees you on Bass’s arm.”

“Babe, play nice,” Ace groans, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the crook of her neck.

“Well I’m fucking sick to my stomach from just the thought.” I lean my elbows against the cocktail table we’re standing by trying my hardest not to look toward the entrance. I know Kinsley will be walking through any moment now. I feel Bass’s hand on my lower back, rubbing softly in circular motions trying to calm my nerves.

“So have they arrived?” Ruby asks, appearing behind wearing a stunning gold sequined strapless gown, with Jaxon on her arm. Behind her, Stella, who looks like a fucking princess, walks hand in hand with Drake, both of them looking awfully uncomfortable being here together.

I’m not sure why Drake asked her, but I assume it has something to do with the fact Kai decided to skip out on tonight's festivities. However, according to Scar, Stella and Dragon have been going steady, hanging out quite often, going to parties together, even going as far as flirting in public with each other. Now hand holding in the middle of a school event, the rumor mill is going to be buzzing with fresh gossip once the night is through.

I hear them before I see them, the whole room suddenly goes quiet before erupting in loud shouts and chants. The Queens have arrived, only not in the arms of the kings they have chosen.

“No fucking way,” Ruby shouts out, and she is definitely right. Front and center are the last two people I ever thought I’d see in the same room together, especially not walking into it arm in arm. Carrington Prescott waltzes into the place like she fucking owns it on the arm of none other than my friend, Malachi Saint.

No fucking way. I don’t even pay attention to Kinsley walking in behind them next to Liam, nor Wynter on her right with some guy I’ve never seen before, who looks older than her, because I’m still in shock. Immediately I turn to Stella, who despite the fact she’s still holding onto Drake’s hand, is watching them with miserable eyes. She blinks rapidly trying to push away the tears trying to make their appearance, but before I can console her Drake wraps his arm around her kissing her softly on the cheek. I turn back to Kai, who’s watching us, surely seeing what is happening between Stella and Drake if the glower on his face means anything.

“What the hell is he doing here with her?” Scar sneers, and that’s the million-dollar question.

“Beats me, all I know is he better fucking watch his back. Nothing good will come from hanging around the four of them.” Drake adds, grabbing Stella and leading her toward the drink station.

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