Page 51 of Ruin
“Yes, you love it, don’t you? Do you like being a little naughty? Does it excite you?” He presses his lips to the sensitive skin just below my ear, and another shiver runs through me as he slowly moves his finger back and forth.
“Yes,” I moan, and he chuckles against my skin while his thumb moves to rub circles over my clit.
“Keep watching him, Angel. He’s singing to you, after all. He wants you to come for him.”
God, the things that come out of this man’s mouth is enough to make me burst into flames right here.
Declan’s eyes haven’t once left mine, even as the band has moved into the next song, and the smirk on his face tells me he knows exactly what Sebastian is doing to me.
A second finger is pushed inside me as Sebastian’s hand begins to move faster, and another moan claws its way up my throat.
“Perfect, Angel. You’re doing so well.” He trails his lips up and down my throat as my breaths begin to come in short, sharp pants. “He wants you, Angel. He wants you to imagine my fingers are his right now.”
Pleasure slowly begins to build at my core, and my breaths turn to moans as a third finger slips inside me.
“I can feel your pussy squeezing my fingers, Angel. Are you going to come for him?”
I clamp my lips closed as I nod. “Mhm.”
Declan’s eyes drift downwards before returning to mine, and I finally pay attention to the lyrics when he sings the words “come for me”.
My back arches away from the back of the booth as the orgasm rips through me. Sebastian quickly pulls my face to his and kisses me hard when I cry out, his hand continuing to fuck me through the waves of pleasure rolling through me.
“Beautifully done, Lily,” he murmurs against my lips.
My body slumps against the back of the booth and he slowly removes his hand.
And Declan just keeps on watching us with a smile, giving us a little nod. Almost like he’s thanking us for the show.
24
CELEBRITY CRUSH
LILY
After I’ve calmeddown following the earth-shattering orgasm, I surprise myself by settling back to enjoy the rest of the concert. Like it was no big deal that Sebastian had just finger-fucked me into oblivion in public.
Who even am I anymore?
He’s pulled out his phone and is checking his emails, seeming to be completely unaffected by what just happened.
But then, this is probably a regular occurrence for him.
I wonder how many times he’s gotten Imogen off in similar situations? Or Annika? Do they do this kind of thing all the time?
I still have so many questions about the various relationships between them all, but am scared it would seem as though I’m jealous. But the truth is, I just want to understand how it all works. How they’ve managed to separate their emotions so fully from such acts of intimacy. As a society, we frown upon the idea that sex can exist without some level of emotion attached, but I’m fast learning that it isn’t always the case. And while I’mnot sure I could completely separate my emotions from sex when it comes to Sebastian, I’m eager to find out.
Once the final set ends, I look over at Sebastian, fighting the lump in my throat. “Thank you so much. It’s been so long since I’ve been to see a live show, and for it to be Chasing Destiny at one of their intimate shows… Just… Thank you.”
He smiles. “Of course. But the night isn’t over yet.”
I check the time on my phone, then look at him with a raised eyebrow. “It’s nearly midnight.”
The smile turns to a smirk, and he shakes his head. “Scared you’re going to turn into a pumpkin?”
I choke on a laugh. “No. But I haven’t been out this late in a long time.”
The smirk fades away, and a grimace flashes across his face before something harder replaces it, and I know he’s again wishing he could punch Joseph. Or worse.
