Page 36 of In the Net (Sin Bin Stories #5)

SEBASTIAN

H arper’s eyes flutter closed, her head arcs up and toward me, and next thing I know, we’re kissing.

Electricity burns through my veins as I slide my lips over hers. Immediately, I feel how eager she is, how hungry her lips are for mine. Intensity lights up my body from head to toe, and I pull her close, molding her body against mine as I sink into the kiss she started.

Harper’s lips slant, diving deeper into our kiss. This is so different from the last time I kissed her. Her lips aren’t yielding to mine as she lets me control the pace: no, she’s setting her own pace, and it’s a frantic, hungry one that has my nerves humming down to my damn fingertips.

I slide my hands off her arms and curl those fingertips onto her hips. Instantly, my cock is a stiff, throbbing bar in my pants. My groin is so tight with want that it’s fucking painful.

The only outlet I have for that pain is to kiss her harder. Harper rises to the intensity. She snags my lower lip between her teeth and pulls. The sensation has sharp arousal rattling through my body. My heartbeat thrums at the base of my cock.

For the first time, I glide my tongue into her mouth.

A thrill like I’ve never felt before fires in my chest when our tongues touch.

Every ounce of restraint I’ve held onto around Harper for the last weeks shakes off in an instant. I delve in with pure hunger, tongue sweeping through her mouth, lips slanting against hers, utterly desperate for her taste.

Her lips close firmly around my bottom lip, and she applies suction, pulling it into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan, my voice little more than a growl.

I nip at her soft, full lip in response, loving the way the sharpness of my teeth has her body quivering against me.

Pleasure rips through me when her shudder gives my hard cock friction.

The most intense desire I’ve ever felt detonates inside me. I have to regain some of that restraint I just shrugged off, because otherwise I’d be ripping our clothes off and fucking her right here on the ice.

I’d gladly give myself frostbite, lying on my back while she rides me, if that’s what it takes.

But no. If I’m finally going to have her the way I’ve wanted to for so damn long, even when I tried to delude myself that I didn’t, there’s only one place I’m going to take her for the first time: my bed.

“Sebastian.” My name is a moan on her lips as I lap at her soft mouth, and nothing’s ever sounded so fucking good to my ears.

How the hell was I able to lie to myself for so long? How was I ever able to convince myself that this moment isn’t everything I’ve always wanted?

On the one hand, I feel like I could stand here and kiss Harper forever.

On the other hand, the need for more is intensifying through my body, sharpening into a spear-point. The pure lust tightening my balls and pulsing up and down the length of my erection is becoming torture.

As much as I wish we were in my bedroom this very second, I can’t resist the urge to tease her.

“You sure have a funny way of showing a guy you don’t like him,” I mock, our lips still rolling against each other.

“Be careful. I could tell you to beg right now, and you’d do it.”

I laugh, my lips vibrating on hers. This girl always has my number.

Even if this is the moment when both of our defenses are finally crumbling, it wouldn’t be right if there wasn’t a bite to it.

I spear my fingers into her silky auburn hair and give a sharp tug. “We’ll see who’s begging soon.”

Her head yanks back from the force, and I kiss a trail down her jaw and onto her neck. Her smooth, creamy skin is cold to the touch of my lips thanks to the chill of the rink.

Harper’s hands sink into the tufts of my hair. She grabs a harsh grip and pulls. My scalp burns deliciously, my face rising to meet her eyes.

“Well, let’s see, then.”

We make it back to my room in record time. By the time the door is closed behind us, giving us the privacy we need for everything I want to do to my fake girlfriend, anticipation is wound so tight through my body that I feel like I’m going to burst.

I coax my tongue past the crease of her mouth and press it against hers, slanting and curling around it. A soft, needy moan vibrates from her lips against mine, and I laugh, the sound smug and satisfied.

“That’s not a sound that would come from someone who’s about to make someone else beg,” I taunt.

My stomach muscles clench hard as cement, Harper reaching down to palm the outline of my painfully hard erection through my jeans. Electricity rips up my spine, her touch spreading a shock through me that has my lips pause mid-kiss.

“Careful,” she whispers, her voice as much of a taunt as mine just was, “I could make you come in your pants right now, and then we’ll see how arrogant you are.”

She’s fucking right, too. All it would take is for her to lightly stroke her grip up and down the rigid bulge in my pants, and I’d be spilling into my boxers like a chump.

I curl my grip around her wrist and pull her hand away from my throbbing length.

I grab her other hand and bind them behind her back, my left hand holding both together behind her so my right hand can rest firmly on the side of her neck, the pad of my thumb scraping over the pulse point underneath her jaw, feeling how her heart is thundering in her chest just like mine is.

“My girlfriend has a smart mouth,” I say, brushing my lips over hers lightly. “I kind of like it.”

She lifts her head to snag my mouth in a kiss, pulling my lip between her teeth and pressing down, sending a shudder through me.

“My boyfriend is a cocky bastard who can never let me have the last word.”

I hum against her mouth. “And you like it, too.”

We make short work of our clothes until we’re both in our underwear, still standing. Her body fits like a dream against mine, my skin scorching in the best way everywhere it touches hers.

I rake my hands across the curve of her hip and do what I’ve wanted to do for too damn long, even when I wouldn’t admit it to myself: I palm the full cheeks of her heart-shaped ass.

She feels so fucking good filling my hands that my jaw clenches, and I groan. The base of my cock is hammering to the rhythm of my frantic heartbeat, my balls tight and heavy. My boxer-briefs are like a prison for my throbbing dick, the ache becoming too much to bear.

Harper grinds against me, her body seeking friction. Her panties brush against the outline of my cock, and a wave of pleasure detonates through me. Sparks shoot through my bloodstream, hot flames of bliss licking at my groin.

It’s too good. If I let her do that again, I’ll come in my pants just like she predicted, before I can enjoy her body like I want to.

I lift her up and march her to my bed, dropping her flat on top of my covers. I give myself a second to let my gaze rake over her.

Fucking hell. Her tits behind the cups of her bra, her smooth stomach, her bare shoulders, the delicious curve of her hip, her long, long legs …

Forget about coming in my pants from her grinding against me, it could happen from me just looking at her.

The best thing I can do to avoid that is to get these damn boxers off, so I don’t have the fabric pressed tight against my swollen head, giving it friction with every throb and twitch of my length.

Relief washes through me as my cock springs free, standing straight at attention and bobbing in the air.

Harper’s gaze lands on it, and her eyes go wide, flashing with astonishment. Pride thrums in my chest, a smug grin carving on my face.

“See something you like?” I tease.

For once, my mouthy girlfriend is speechless.

Her eyes clock the smug look beaming on my face, and familiar defiance rises to them.

A grin of anticipation curls on that sweet mouth of hers that I was just kissing. She reaches behind her, and when she unhooks her bra, letting her tits spill out, now I’m the one who’s speechless.

Fucking hell. I’ve never seen anything so gorgeous. Her tits are the perfect size. My palms buzz knowing how well they’d fit, like the two parts were made for each other. Her nipples are pink, already firmed into hard beads.

There’s a thick knot in my throat. I can’t even groan in appreciation or let out a strained curse like I want to. I’m in a trance. My body buzzes, blood flow pounding in my ears.

“Speechless?” she taunts.

This fucking girl. As much as her body drives me crazy, as much as her perfect tits are driving me so crazy that it feels like my brain has completely malfunctioned, the part of her body that’s always turned me on the most is her mouth. Even when I didn’t want to admit it to myself.

My brain finally slides into gear, and I drop to the bed, covering her body with mine. My skin sizzles where I make contact with her, which right now, is practically everywhere.

Her tits against the planes of my chest, her soft belly against my abs, her warm thighs against my hips, her arms curling around my shoulders and her fingers spearing into my hair—my nerves are thrumming from head to toe, cock painfully hard as it rests against the fabric of her panties, the only article of clothing either of us have on.

I can feel heat radiating from her center. The way my balls tighten and my groin swells even more in response reminds me that blowing my load way earlier than I want to is still a distinct threat.

I kiss her wildly: her lips, her jaw, her neck, her collarbones that turn me on so fucking much it’s irrational.

When my lips scrape against a spot on the left side of her neck, halfway between her ear and her shoulder, a wild shudder ripples through her, and I know I’ve found the place that drives her wild.

A sly, satisfied feeling rolls through me as I concentrate on that area. I’m proven right by how her body quivers, how her breath gets shaky, how tiny moans start popping from her mouth even though I know she’s still trying to hold onto some composure.

She can try—that’s only going to make it more fun when I finally make her lose all of it.