Page 56 of Worth Every Moment (Hawkston Billionaires #4)

“You do you, and I’ll do me,” I whisper.

“Race to the finish line?” he says.

I let out the smallest laugh, and as I do, Seb stands at the end of the bed between my legs. He’s so close I can feel the heat of him, smell the scent on him. It sends arousal spiraling through my body.

“We’re not touching each other?” he asks and I shake my head. “Fine. But I’m coming all over you.”

He leans over me, propped up on one arm as he works himself with his other hand, his bicep bulging with the motion. His abs are tight, perfect. And his dick…

He’s masculine perfection, hovering right above me.

He nods downwards, where my hand is between my legs. “Come for me.” The instruction nestles deep inside me, like a secret I’ll never give up. “I want to hear you moan.”

“Yes, yes. Yes .” The words are helpless, dripping with desire. I’m not in control anymore.

I reach up and grip the back of his neck with one hand, pulling him down closer. He’s fisting himself over me, and my other hand moves rapidly beneath his as I bring myself off.

“Give me more of those noises,” he rasps. “Let’s hear how much you want this.”

I’m already moaning almost constantly—w himpering— but at his words I can’t help but let the sounds spill louder from my lips, relishing in the warmth of Seb’s body so close. The slick sounds of me touching myself, and the rough back and forth of him jerking off, mingle with our ragged breathing.

“Tell me you love it. Tell me you fucking love it,” Seb growls. “Touching yourself for me.”

“I love it,” I say breathlessly, fire whipping through me, burning through my inhibitions.

“You’re close,” he says, and it’s not a question.

My only response is to touch myself faster. Harder . So, so close.

He stops, tilting backwards and gripping my thighs, raising both and staring between my legs. The sight of him fixated like that on the most intimate part of me burns me up and I rub my swollen clit. My body buzzes and my back arches off the bed.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful. Come. Come now. Give it to me.”

The command slips into my bloodstream and rushes to my core, bringing with it a wave of arousal that carries me away on a delirious surf. My legs kick out and I roll my head back and forth against the pillow, whimpering incessantly. “Oh, oh, God. Seb .”

He crouches, and as the tingles of my orgasm spread, he fixes his mouth on me, displacing my fingers, licking up my cum and sucking my clit, forcing another orgasm to crest right behind the first. I grab his hair, squealing as he relentlessly eats me out.

I press my hips up and into his mouth, grinding against his jaw, but it’s not enough. The urge to have him inside me slams into me, a potent longing I can’t ignore. “I want you… inside me.”

He lifts his mouth from my pussy, his lips and chin wet. “Really?”

I nod, a little frantic. “I’m going to come again. I need you. Please.”

“Don’t ask if you don’t mean it.” There’s a desperate edge to his voice. “I won’t be able to say no.”

“I mean it.”

He doesn’t give me a second to rethink the request, pushing up to standing.

He holds my gaze as he lowers over me where I’m still lying with my hips near the edge of the bed.

Fisting his dick, he swipes it up and down my entrance, and I shift my hips, following the motion like I can catch it and swallow it, and the tip— just the tip —slips inside me.

More, more, more.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Really tight. I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmurs.

“Please,” I say, hating that he’s hesitating. There is no pain that wouldn’t be worth it. “Please, fuck me. I need to feel you inside me.”

He shakes his head, speaking through clenched teeth. “Fuck, you undo me, Lefroy.” He kisses me softly. “Remember I love you, okay? Because this is going to hurt.”

Before I can say anything else, he lets out an unhinged groan and thrusts in, causing an agony I didn’t see coming.

A wrenching and tearing pain collides with the pleasure of having his body, hot and heavy and slick with sweat, so close to mine. I dig my fingernails into his shoulder blades. “Ow,” I cry.

Seb holds himself still inside me, as though my exclamation turned him to stone, and a worried look crosses his face. “You okay?”

“Uh-huh.” I fist my hands in the sheets, gripping them tight. Ow. “You’re… big.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” I whisper. “And don’t stop.”

He scans my face, searching for a sign that I really want this, and when I nod again, he kisses me before he thrusts, slowly, building in tempo. The force of him sliding in and out shunts my body up the bed.

He slows, gently touching my clit with one hand, sliding it between us. “Let me,” he says. “It’ll feel better this way.”

I do as he asks, and I’m so wet that although his thrusts are hard, they’re almost frictionless, shaking me to my bones.

He feels so strong, his arm so thick and tense with muscle as he holds himself over me, his nose pressed to my neck as he shifts his body in and out of mine, his thumb rubbing over my clit in perfect time.

He’s taking my virginity, eking out every last piece of it. Crushing it. Making it his, forever. The idea that I’m gifting it to him, that he’s my choice, turns me on even more, and my orgasm rises to meet his.

He removes his hand from between us, tilting his hips so that each thrust hits my clit instead, sending bolts of pleasure through me.

“You feel so good,” he mutters. “So fucking good.” He thrusts a few more times until his rhythm slips and he adds, “Ah, shit . I’m going to come. I’ll pull out.”

He shifts as though he means to withdraw, but I grab the tight muscle of his arse, a hand on each cheek, and hold him in place. “No, please. Don’t.”

He tenses. “Don’t?”

I dig my nails into his skin, tilting my hips off the bed towards him. “I want to feel you come inside me.”

He resists the pressure I’m exerting, his shaft not fully inside me. “Fuck, Lefroy. You sure?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes .”

Relenting, he sinks deep again. “ Fuck . I can’t hold it back with you.”

“Me too, me too,” I mutter desperately, pleasure blazing through me as his perfectly positioned thrusts regain their pace. I grip him hard around the back of his neck, pulling our faces closer together, nose-to-nose as we come.

He closes his eyes, but I slide my hand from the back of his neck round to his cheek and cup his face.

“Look at me. Please. Look at me,” I say, and he does.

The connection hits like a lightning strike.

Intense. Intimate. Almost too much. A vulnerability that I’ve never experienced, and certainly never shared with another person, assails me.

I’m offering him my soul, and I can see in his expression that he feels the same.

I’m consumed by his eyes, pools of intense blue that are deep, and open, and raw, like I’ve glanced at the sun and it’ll blind me forever.

His eyelids shutter as though he needs to close it down.

“Please,” I beg, still cupping his cheek, his stubble rough beneath my palm. “Please don’t close your eyes.” I grab his jaw, forcing his chin up so he has no choice but to look at me. “I need you,” I whisper.

His gaze clicks onto mine, and the ferocity of the eye contact has my orgasm cresting, an expansive tingling that shoots right to the tips of my toes.

“I’m here, I’m with you,” he says, breath ragged. His words thrill me and his hand slides back over my clit, teasing it perfectly. I come again, back arching, toes curling, pleasure winding through me like streamers shot from a cannon. I whimper and thrash. “Oh, God, oh, oh, oh .”

He thrusts twice more as I’m breaking apart, and comes with a groan, every muscle in his body tensing.

“Fuck. Fuck, fuuuuuck.” The tendons in his neck stand out, his jaw rigid as he spills into me. There’s so much cum that I can feel it leaking out almost immediately.

Oh, shit. We were supposed to use a condom. That’s what people do, isn’t it?

Seb sighs, lowering himself against me and nuzzling into my neck. “Wow,” he says, breaths heaving. “That was—”

“We didn’t use a condom,” I interrupt.

He pushes up on his forearms and peers down at me, fine lines forming at the edges of his eyes. “Are you on the pill?”

“No.”

He takes a long inhalation, head tilting to one side as he bites down on his lower lip. “Shit. I thought you wanted it that way. Without a condom.”

“I did. I did .” I clutch at my forehead. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I didn’t want you to stop. I wanted—”

“I know what you wanted. I wanted it too.” He cups my cheek, stroking his thumb over my cheekbone, and kisses me on the mouth. It’s so tender compared to the rough thrusting he was doing only moments before.

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper against his lips.

“Don’t be sorry.” He brushes a strand of hair off my cheek and tucks it behind my ear. “This is on me too. I waited years to do this with you. I won’t regret a second of how it played out. Whatever happens, we’ll work it out. I’ve got you.”

My racing heart slows at the deep calm of his voice, and his words imbue me with confidence. I could face any eventuality—even an unplanned pregnancy—if I had Seb at my side, so I choose not to worry about it right now. Later, if I have to, I will.

“Are you clean?” I ask, which strikes me as just as immediate a concern.

“Yes.” His eyes twinkle. “I wasn’t going to become your fake boyfriend without getting the all clear.”

“For all that fake sex we were going to have?” I tease.

“Exactly.” A cocky smirk settles on his mouth. “Fake sex we just had.”

“You’re such an arrogant—”

“I love you.” He kisses me again. His dick is still inside me.

I love you too . Any doubts I ever had about him being the right man for me fall away, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

“I thought you didn’t want to look at me,” I admit. “I was worried that you were already regretting it and we hadn’t even finished.”

“Regret you? Not in a million years, Lefroy. This is the pinnacle of my sexual experience.” He jerks his hips and his cock flexes inside me, making me laugh, but his expression turns serious, his voice even more so when he says, “Sorry. I haven’t done that before.”

“Done what before? The post sex cock jerk?”

He smiles, but only for a second. “No. I haven’t looked someone in the eye.”

I can’t conceal my shock. “What? Really?”

“Yeah. I don’t look. Easier not to. I don’t want to give anyone the wrong idea.”

“What idea?”

“That it means something when it doesn’t. Eye contact during sex is… not my thing.”

Shadows flutter in the back of my mind, but the memory of his words , I’m here, I’m with you , and the way he looked at me when we orgasmed together is enough to dazzle them into submission. That, and his professions of love. But I don’t want to make assumptions. “And what about this? Me and you?”

“This means something. It means everything. I’m honoured that you’d do this with me.” His focus descends to where our bodies are joined. “As much as I’d love to stay inside you forever, I gotta come out.”

He stretches over me to grab some tissues from a box on the bedside table, then slides out slowly and catches the mess. He rolls onto his side, staring at the mix of cum and blood that covers his cock, the sheets, my thighs, the tissue in his hand.

“Shit,” he says, his face blanching. “Condom wouldn’t have gone amiss. Are you sore?”

“A bit.”

He trails a finger up my thigh, the tip of it mixing in our bodily fluids. “I’m sorry it hurt.”

“It’s okay. I don’t mind. It wasn’t a bad kind of hurt.”

He bows to kiss my inner thigh. “Good. Because I like you even more like this.” He slides what I’m sure is his cum back up to my pussy, and I can hardly draw a breath as he does it.

I’m raw and a little uncomfortable, but I’d let him fuck me again right now if he wanted to.

“Dripping with my cum. It’s like you belong to me. ”

As he stares in wonder between my legs, I recall my words from the photo shoot. I like my mark on your skin.

This is the same thing, and I couldn’t be more grateful that the fucked up desire to claim him like he’s a piece of my property is reciprocated.

He wipes me tenderly with fresh tissues, throws them in the bin across the room in a perfect drop shot, and sits up. “I’ll run you a bath. I’ll get housekeeping to change the sheets while we’re in there.”

“We?”

He gives me an unabashed smile. “Yeah, we . We’re a thing now, Lefroy. I’m getting in the tub with you.”

I laugh and his gorgeous smile breaks over his face before he kisses me again.

He pulls back. “Pinch me.”

“What?”

“Pinch me. I need to know I’m not dreaming.”

I pinch him hard on the arm, but rather than wince or yelp, he lets out a satisfied groan and says, “Oh, thank God. This is one dream I don’t want to wake up from.”