Page 47 of Stay Toxic

“Stop,” I rasp, because now people are starting to watch.

A woman grins as she whispers to her partner, then both of them are gawking at my tits. My nipples harden, and not only because Sebastian’s caressing grasping, palming, teasing me.

“I will, if you actually want me to,” he whispers against my skin as he slides down.

I don’t know what he’s up to next.

I can’t wait to find out.

“I—”

Whatever I was going to say is stuck in my throat, because Sebastian’s grabbed my leg and lifted it over a barstool, setting my heeled foot down on it. I’m spread out for anyone to see, my panties aside. Sebastian’s back on his feet, behind me, and returned to both my tits and my panties, as his mouth presses at the sweet spot where my shoulder and neck meet.

Now at least five people watch us as they dance, and the thought makes my inside clench, pulse, heat.

“The thing, darling, is, I don’t think you do. Are you scared of being a naughty little pervert?”

Two fingers curve inside my needy folds, stealing my thoughts and words.

“I’m not going to listen to you when you tell me to stop. I know you really mean you’re overwhelmed. But if you tell me red, it’s over, no questions asked. The clothes go back on and I take you home. Understood?”

I look at him over my shoulder. Stop came to me naturally, and I’m so glad he ignored me. Red? That’s not a word I’d use right now. The thought of ending this wild, insane, exhilarating experience makes me want to strangle someone. I want more. I want everything.

“Understood?” he repeats, reminding me I gave no answer.

I make myself nod.

“Good girl.” He rewards me by circling my clit as his two fingers fuck me, fast and deep.

God, he’s so fucking good at this, it shouldn’t be legal.

Both of my legs are shaking, the one spread out and the one supporting me. Sort of. They’re basically jelly. I’m fairly certain I’d be on my ass if I wasn’t half leaning on him.

“You know, Ari thought this would be too much for you. She believed you were the kind of girl who likes it missionary style, in the dark.” He laughs. “I knew you’d want this.”

His fingers slide out of me, and I’m about to fucking scream, or beg, or pout—whatever works—so he won’t stop. But before I can do anything other than look back at him over my shoulder, I feel something warm, and hard, and soft press right where I need it.

I gasp.

“You remember your safe word, beautiful?”

I nod eagerly. “Red.”

“Are you using it? Because if you aren’t, I’m going to fuck the life out of you in front of half the campus.”

“Yes,” I say, my voice breaking.

“Yes, you’re using red? Or yes, you want my cock, huh?” he asks, all the while slowly pressing inside.

Holy fucking shit, he’s so damn thick. I can barely see straight, suddenly drunk on the heady feeling of him. I look down, eager to see, but all the tulle scrunched up at my waist blocks the view.

"Well?” His voice is light, teasing. “What will it be, darling?”

To my frustration, he stops pushing in, though his finger is back on my clit, circling, pressing.

“Th—that one. The cock. I want it.” Actually, it’s more like I need it.

Sebastian laughs. “You sure about that?”