Page 15 of Heart Break Her

I’m doing this. With him.

“You’re beautiful,” he says, staring at every exposed inch of me.

I lift up onto my elbows and smile. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

That draws a wide grin out of him, lighting up his honey-brown eyes.

Sitting up, I start making work of his zipper, and he plays with my hair, dragging it off my shoulders and spinning it around his fist.

“I need it,” he says, tipping my chin up to look at him. And I realize he’s not talking about this,about us. “That’s why I do it. When I’m up on the stage, I’m needed. And I’m someone.”

“You’re someone even without it.”

He blinks, long and slow. “Not anymore.”

Before I can argue, he leans down and kisses me, pressing until my back is flat on the bed again. He moves down my body, while stripping off his pants. Without looking, I know we’re both fully undressed because the energy in the room shifts.

Sebastian continues downward, his hands pressing the insides of my thighs wide open for him. I feel his breath between my legs, followed by the swipe of his tongue running the full length of my pussy, and I’m ribbons floating in the wind.

He holds my hips against the mattress as he kisses my clit. Slow, torturous circles moving around and around. Slipping one finger into me, then two. I already feel my body climbing and clenching around him. I grab onto his hair, and he moves faster. His fingers drag in and out as his mouth pulls the pleasure from my body. And he watches every reaction, like he’s memorizing what he’s doing to me.

A man I’ve wanted from afar is between my legs, making music of my screams.

All it takes is one final lick, slowly, all the way up, for my climax to hit. He pulls his fingers out and fucks me with his tongue, letting me come apart on his mouth like he needs it as much as I do.

Sebastian rides those final waves with me, before my body finally relaxes and my hearing is reduced to white noise ringing in my ears. Only then does he kiss a trail up my body and lay beside me.

But even though he’s unclothed, and I feel his long, hard length pressing against my side, he doesn’t make another move. He holds me in his arms, breathing just as hard as I am. Pulling my back against his chest as we lie in his bed.

Wintergreen and leather and pot filling my nose.

Sebastian holds me like something broke when I came apart, and he doesn’t know how to put it back together. He holds me like he doesn’t want to let me go. And even if I shouldn’t think it, I don’t want him to let me go either.

5

Cassie

One Week Later

AmIstillasleepor am I imagining things?

Pounding starts between my temples to the tune of my heartbeat as I stare at my phone screen. I replay the video clip again, like maybe if I look at it enough times it might cease to exist.

No such luck.

I throw my phone onto my bed and dig my fingers into my hair. There’s no denying it’s me. These stupid pink tips in my hair that I love so much give away everything. One hint as to who I was spread like wildfire through the press, and they uncovered my name and address in a matter of hours.

My social media is already blowing up. Being the masochist I am, I made the mistake of looking at the comments before I fully realized what was going on.

Whore.

Skank.

Slut.

Sprinkled among them were a few comments cheering me on, but that somehow only made me feel worse.

How long until my parents see this?

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