This feels like an official goodbye, but we're not even close to done.
Giving us this one night feels like it could be an answer to something, but I also know it's probably a mistake. It's the most he's given me in the last six months, aside from the few times we've found ourselves in a heated argument that usually finish with one of us storming off—like in the library.
Seb hasn’t let me touch him, which I've craved every second of the past six months.
I don't know if he's doing this for me or for himself. I can feel the distance between us, the unspoken tension hanging in the air. He says nothing comes of it after tonight, but I don't think either of us really believes that.
The crowd around us finally dissipates. Only Maddie, Ace, and Roman remain in the distance. Maddie glares at Seb as he carries me away.
Making his way up the stairs, we end up back in his room with the door locked behind us. My body presses against the unmade bedding that smells just like him. The moonlight spills through the curtains in soft, silver slivers, casting shadows across theroom. It's the kind of dim lighting that makes everything feel distant, like the world is wrapped in a quiet bubble.
I can make out Seb's face in the glow. His features are sharp, even more so in the soft light. Shadows play along his jawline, giving it a harshness I usually don't notice. His hazel eyes are soft, though, like there’s something in them that doesn't belong to the man he pretends to be. They flicker with something I can't read, something almost fragile, even though he doesn't let it show in his voice.
He almost looks unreachable, like he's both here and not at the same time, as if the darkness between us is too thick to break.
It's a quiet kind of beauty that I love. The kind that makes me see him in a way no one else does. Like he's standing on the edge of something I'm too afraid to cross.
“One night,” he whispers like he needs to remind himself. Then his lips press to mine, taking my breath away in the process and ridding me of any leftover anxiety. His presence shocks the air, drawing me in like a moth to a flame. He knows the power he holds over me, the ache residing deep within my soul. Every evil thought leaves the second he deepens the kiss. His tongue teases my lips, demanding entry. As his hips press down, his growing erection rubs right in between my spread legs.
When he pulls back, he stares down at me with so much need swirling around in his eyes. “I never thought I’d be able to touch you like this again,” he says, pressing his forehead to mine, eyes closing for a brief second.
“You’re going to regret this tomorrow, Seb. So why put yourself through it?” I whisper, my eyes moving between his, trying to gauge the emotion winding in them.
“I know, and yet the need for your touch, your presence... it’sintoxicating. Seeing you across the room, sitting there alone, watching the smoke pull from your spread lips.” He places a small kiss on my mouth. “Knowing my lips should be pressedagainst yours instead of that joint.” His eyes close, and he shakes his head slightly, but not before I see the vulnerability he’s clearly trying to hide.
"Seb—" I begin, but he shakes his head before opening his eyes. Any trace of the vulnerable Seb is gone; his mask slips back into place. He sits up enough to pull his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor and leaving me with a view of his chiseled body.
“I don’t want to hear your words. I only want to hear the moans coming from your mouth as I bury my cock deep inside you.” My breath hitches, and the room fades into darkness as we give in to whatever pulls us together.
“Please, Seb. I need to feel you.” He’s drawing me in with his magnetic soul, and I want to stay here forever. He makes me forget all logic. Everything about Sebastian Calyx ignites a dormant fire within me with almost no effort. He jumps at the opportunity to pull my shirt over my head. Next is my bra. He throws it to the floor before leaning down and taking one of my nipples into his mouth. My back arches from the bed. “Fuck, Seb.”
He moves over, giving the same attention to the other side, my eyes tracking down his naked torso. My eyes follow the lines of his body, tracing the intricate tattoos covering his skin.
Seb's fingers run along my exposed skin, sending shivers down my spine before he pulls down my skirt and panties, throwing them to join the rest of the discarded clothing. His fingers pause when they reach the inside of my thighs. His eyes meet mine as he lets the tips of his fingers run over the raised scars covering me. Unspoken questions linger in his eyes and I almost think this is where things will end—when he demands answers I won’t give him about the scars. But instead, he rises from the bed, kicks off his jeans, and steps toward the edge. The movement is fluid and deliberate.
“Come here,” he demands. My eyes stay glued to the bulge in boxers as I crawl over to him. His cock bobs free once his boxers drop to his ankles.
My eyes go wide.
Not only did I forget how huge his dick was, but now a round piece of metal runs along the top.
He has his fucking cock pierced. A twinge of jealousy runs through me at the thought of how many girls he's slept with. I look up at him with enormous eyes. “When the fuck did that happen?” I ask, eyes flicking between his face and the hard length in front of me.
“During the time I cut you off,” he seethes.
Ouch. He doesn't give me time to dwell long as his demands leave his mouth. “Suck my cock, Rebel,” his chest rises and falls as he holds himself back. "Remind me how good you are.” If it were any other man, I'd bite his length off instead, but I need him more than air right now. I have one night with him. I refuse to let my fears get in the way.
Nothing will stop me from having him for just this night.
The music from the party still vibrates through the room as I slowly let his cock sink into my mouth. I moan around his length, trying to keep still so I can adjust, but it’s akin to torture. He doesn’t give me long to settle into the feeling of his cock hitting the back of my throat before he’s thrusting.
The saltiness of his precum hits my tongue, making a throaty moan escape my lips. His hips thrust forward instantly from the vibrations of my moan. As I begin to gag on him, his hand wraps in my hair before slowly easing out of my throat—just to thrust back in harder. Tears spring to my eyes, and I welcome them.
“That’s it, Rebel,” he says as he continues to pump into me. “You’re doing so good.” His praises pull another moan from me, causing him to hiss out. “Fuck.”
The hand still in my hair tugs slightly, pulling his cock from my mouth with a pop. Spit drips down my chin, and the thumb on his free hand comes up to run along my bottom lip, bringing it to his mouth and sucking the spit off.
“You’ve never looked more beautiful.” I feel the bed dip as Seb guides me backward, my head hitting his pillow, my hair too falling around me like a halo.
