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“No,” he clips out, adjusting his grip and adding more weight, just in case I get the bright idea to do it anyway. He knows.

“I—”

His finger slips inside my panties, and every thought I had about touching his chest leaves me.

“Are you wet for the enemy, Valentina?”

Heaven help me, I am, and I’m not even mad about it.

His finger grazes my slit and I gasp.

“Don’t let your legs fall,” he barks.

The angry, bossy thing is really affecting my comebacks. It’s not, however, calming my horny self down. I attempt to channel all my effort into keeping my legs on his shoulders, but when his finger breaches my slit and slides inside me, I let them fall.

He groans and I fight off the feeling that I’m on the brink of an orgasm induced coma but then he adds another finger and I’m pretty positive the delicious stretch is the only thing keeping me conscious.

“I’m going to take these off,” he says, pulling his fingers out, the wetness coating my skin as he tugs on my panties. “You’re not going to move or speak.”

I can do that.

He pulls back and slips off the barrier between us. I’m exposed, my heated flesh cool from the ceiling fan above us. I thought I would want to cover myself or would be nervous or scared that this is happening, but I’m not. Even with his gaze all over my body, I feel quite comfortable with what’s happening right now.

“I—”

He shushes me with a finger to my lips and, I’ll be honest, I almost bite it. I want to see him, dammit, and with the smirk on his face, I think he knows it. He likes depriving me. He always has.

He waits until he thinks I’m not going to speak before he removes his finger. I stay quiet, even though it pains me to do so. With a strength that is pretty freaking awesome from a MyView star, Sebastian slips under my legs, spreading me open and letting my legs fall to the crease of his elbows. Oh, this is much better than his shoulders. He’s literally doing all the work.

And then he leans down, his mouth finding my center and his tongue slipping into my opening. I’m pretty sure I’ll never be able to look at him again without seeing those frosty blue eyes gaze out from between my legs, hating, lusting, and finally surrendering.

My fingers knot in his hair, and I try not to smother him. No one needs to call an ambulance, forcing me to explain the reason he isn’t breathing is because I smothered his pretty face with my vagina.

Yeah, that would not look good.

Sebastian’s tongue does things inside me that no one will ever know about because, frankly, that kind of mastery of a clit should be a well-guarded secret.

“Bash,” I whisper, my back arching against the bed, the weight of his body pressing me back down.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him. I don’t know why I decided that in the middle of the best oral—the only oral—I’ve ever received, I’d try mending fences, but weird things happen when someone’s face is between your legs. I just wanted to clear things up if this weekend is going to continue in this direction.

“I never meant to deceive—oh, shit.”

His teeth scrape down the sensitive bundle of nerves and, you know what, fuck it. I already said I’m sorry and he isn’t torturing me or popping up to tell me to shut up, so I’m just going to let the shit go. What’s done is done and— “I’m coming. Holy shit, I think I’m coming!”

I don’t know why I felt like shouting it or that it would have been nice for him to at least give me a thumbs up as he finished me off, but when shivers and muscle spasms locked up my entire body, I was grateful for his sweet kisses as he held me until they stopped.

This sweet, shitty neighbor of mine just made me come like a rock star and I’m so screwed.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

Sebastian

University CamFlix Competition Submission

Entry Number: 75

Sebastian and Valentina

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