Page 97 of Heart Break Her

“Did you want something?” he teases.

His middle finger is at the edge of my clit, and he presses down, the intensity of it making me throb for him.

“Mm-hmm,” I say.

Sebastian’s hand drifts down further, and even in the water I can feel that I’m slick and ready for him.

“Does my singing always get you this excited?” he asks. I feel him grin against my ear as he sinks a finger into me.

I unravel with his touch, those bare movements that put pressure in all the right places. His rough fingers work me like guitar strings, playing his favorite song.

“Maybe.” I tip my head back and smile. “Just one line. Don’t make me beg.”

“I like it when you beg.” He wraps his free hand around my throat and tips my chin with his thumb to turn my face his direction, bringing me face to face with him as he drives another finger into my pussy.

“Promise to make it up to you,” I say.

My breathing is as jagged as my words as his hand holds me in place while his other one pumps slowly in and out of me.

His pupils are dark and dilated, turning his honey-brown eyes into deep craters that I get lost in. I’m sure he can read my desperation on my breath, but it doesn’t stop me from seeing a hint of his own.

Turning my head again, he brings his lips to my ear. He sinks his teeth into my earlobe and heat pools deep in my belly. Pulling his mouth away, he starts to hum against my neck, teaching me that there is something sexier than Sebastian dripping with sweat on stage, belting out a love song—it’s him singing in my ear with his fingers buried in my body.

He starts to sing, slowly, quietly. Just for me.

“Girl with the pink hair haunting my dreams

breaking my heart every time she leaves”

He stops and kisses me on the cheek. “There.” He pulls his fingers out of me and plants his hands on the edge of the tub.

“Hey.” I splash water at him, and he tries to dodge it. I’m all wound up, and he looks amused by it. “I asked for a song, that’s the text you sent me.”

“Maybe it’s a song,” he smiles.

“Uh huh.” I roll my eyes. “Sure it is.”

He shrugs.

“Fine then.” I turn in the tub to face him and rest my arms on the edge so we’re face to face. “Keep your secret. I have one of my own. And unlike yours, it’s not fake.”

“Do you now?” Sebastian asks like he doesn’t believe me.

Leaning over the tub a little, I bring my mouth to his ear and lick the full length of it, appreciating how it makes him shiver.

“Yes.” I plant a kiss on his neck and bite down gently before bringing my mouth back to his ear and whispering, “I’ve never had sex in a tub.”

“Ah,” Sebastian says so slow it strikes me between the legs. “Guess we’re going to have to do something about that.”

He stands up and strips off his underwear so fast, my brain can’t catch up to process. He heads over to the sink naked and opens the medicine cabinet to get a condom, rolling it on as he walks back over to me.

“Lean back baby,” he says, his eyes locking on mine with his cock firm in his grasp. “And spread your legs.”

Like the good girl I am, I do exactly as I’m told.

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