MVP (VIP Book 3) (6 page)

I poured myself a shot of whiskey and then took down two more when I heard my name.

“Sebastian,” she shouted, panicked.

When I didn’t answer, the trampling of feet darted down the stairs at an alarming rate. I saw nothing but pure unadulterated fear when she reached the last step. She took one look at me and ran, rounding the corner and jumping straight into my arms.

“I’m sorry, Sebastian, I’m so sorry. Please don’t go! Please don’t leave me. I’m so fucking sorry. I love you! I swear I do. You have to believe me; you have to believe me,” she openly bawled.

I had never seen her break down like that. I didn’t recognize the tiny woman in my arms. I held her tighter and grabbed onto her ass–she understood my silent plea and wrapped her legs around my torso, angling herself higher onto my body and steadying her arms around my neck. Her face was still hidden in the nook of my neck, and I wanted more than anything to take away her pain and worry.

I’ll carry your entire burden, Ysa; just give it to me. I’m strong enough for the both of us.

She was hyperventilating between breaths, and I kissed all over the top of her head.

“Ysa…”

She whimpered and clung on to me harder.

“Ysa…my girl…I need you to look at me. I want to see those beautiful bright green eyes that show me the world.”

She sniffled and tried to control her breathing before taking a deep breath and finally looking at me.

There she is…there’s my girl.

“What’s going on in that gorgeous head of yours?” I whispered while laying soft kisses on her forehead.

“I…I…I don’t want you to leave.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry I made you mad. I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. I don’t know what I was thinking; I don’t want you to leave.”

I unintentionally laughed. “Ysa, I was never going to leave you, even if you kicked me out, I wouldn’t leave you. I belong to you. You belong to me.”

She sniffled again.
God, she was fucking adorable.
Her eyes were bright green and glowing and her mascara had started to run. She had this whole sexy, seductress, exotic thing going on.

“But…you left. You slammed the door.”

“What the fuck? Did you think I was leaving?”

Her forehead wrinkled and she nodded.

“Ysa, I came down here to get a drink. I know you don’t keep hard liquor upstairs.”

“Oh…” She blushed.

“I won’t ever leave you again, I promise.”

She bit her bottom lip.

“I love you. We will make this work. But you’re home to me. This is my home now. I’m not leaving you.”

She smiled and it lit up her entire face. “I love you, too, Sebastian. I always have.”

To hear those words come out of the woman that has consumed my everyday existence for the last two years was like winning the lottery. I knew she would hide from me again, I knew we still had countless obstacles to overcome, but in that moment, she was mine again.

All her walls and guards were down.

My girl…

There was no need for more talking, those three words were enough for me and I knew it took everything for her to say them. She was emotionally spent, as was I. The sudden urge to make her mine was overpowering. The immense emotions that we just shared and displayed took over and I wanted to carve my name into her skin. I wanted to brand her for the whole world to see that she belonged to me.

I rounded the bar and sat her on the first table. Her body was perfectly proportionate with mine as I stood in between her legs. She looked up at me with abandonment and yearning; the heady expression was enough for me to lose control. I kicked all the chairs aside and brushed off the entire table’s contents to the ground. I roughly grabbed the back of her neck and plunged my tongue into her eager and awaiting mouth. Our tongues did a sinful dance of want and need. It went back and forth between us, each giving the other what they craved. She clutched on to my hair and I pulled on hers, beckoning her head to fall back and give me the liberty to assault her neck.

I inhaled the sweet and tantalizing smell of Ysa, and ran my nose up and down from her chin to her collarbone, leaving a wake of desire behind.

She was my kryptonite.

I slowly removed her camisole and swiftly made my way down to her luscious breasts. Her nipples were hard, waiting for me to take them into my mouth. I sucked and gently bit one while my hand caressed and fondled the other. Her breathing escalated and both of her soft, delicate hands gripped my hair as her hips gyrated forward and toward the edge of the table.

Her legs spread wider and I got down on my knees.

I kissed my way to her lower abdomen and looked up with just my eyes. She was looking down at me, observing everything that I was doing, with a dark, dilated, intensified gaze. I grinned. My teeth latched onto the front of her panties, while my hands went to the sides.

She grinned back.

I growled and deliberately slid them down, throwing them to the side. I grabbed her right foot and perched it on the side of the table as I licked my way to her core, and then proceeded to do the exact same thing with the other. When I was a few inches away from her wetness, I backed away and sat on my ankles. There she was, completely spread eagle for me.

She leaned back on her hands, cocked her head to the side, and raised an eyebrow. She lingered for a few seconds to let me admire the view, and then seductively licked her lips as she started to rotate her hips front and back like she was fucking the table.

I could have come right then and there.

She pulled in her bottom lip and moaned, never stopping the momentum of her movements. “You didn’t eat dinner,” she taunted. “Aren’t you hungry?”

Fuck me…

There I sat, completely open for him. Showing him every last part of me. It didn’t matter how many men I performed for, or how many men I’d been with, it was always different with Sebastian. I knew our making love was going to be primal and it was going to look like we were fucking, technically, we were. Though, our feelings and emotions were all love–every last one of them. That’s all that mattered; it spoke enough for our actions.

I always loved a man’s eyes on me. They all said the same thing.

Want.

Craving.

Lust.

Sebastian’s said all that and more.

Love.

Home.

Mine.

You might ask yourself if I missed the power and control of being a VIP. Take a look at me…

Does it look like it’s fucking gone?

I leaned back on my hands, cocked my head to the side, and raised an eyebrow. I paused for a few seconds to let him admire the view. When I knew his cock was ready to explode, I took it a step further. I seductively licked my lips and started to rotate my hips front and back, just like I would on his dick.

I sucked in my bottom lip and moaned, never stopping the riding motion of my hips. And just because I could…I fucked with him.

“You didn’t eat dinner,” I insinuated. “Aren’t you hungry?”

He lunged forward, almost knocking me off the table and devoured my pussy. He licked and sucked on my clit as if it centered him, giving him peace and tranquility. I moved my hands to the back of his head and continued the movements of my hips.

“Fuck…” I breathed out, and our stares locked. “I love you, Sebastian. I love you, I love you, I love you,” I repeated as I climaxed on his face.

His tongue immediately moved to my opening and he growled the second his tongue dipped inside, licking and eating me clean.

“Goddamn it, you taste good.”

I latched on to the sides of his face and shoved my tongue into his mouth, tasting my arousal for him and only him. I heard the rustling of his pants as he just let them fall down his thighs, not bothering to remove any of his clothing. His hands went around to my ass and he effortlessly picked me up off the table and slammed me right down onto his cock. In one thrust, he was deep inside me.

We moaned in unison and took a moment to appreciate the feeling of being connected. Two people in love becoming one, nothing is more powerful or fulfilling.

I was tightly wrapped around his body and his arms leveled me up and down, thrusting me onto his shaft. We had never done that before, and I could maybe count a handful of times that I had done it that way with another man. It took a lot of strength to hold someone up in that position.

Sebastian was marking me. We engulfed each other in the sensations of this perfect and precise angle to both our desired spots.

“Ysa…” he panted. “Let go a little, look at me, I got you, you’re not going anywhere.”

I loosened my hold and hitched in a breath when I looked into his eyes.

Devotion.

Loyalty.

Yours.

Always yours.

I braced my forehead on his and we never once took our eyes off each other. It took all my willpower to not let my eyes roll to the back of my head. Within seconds, we were both gasping and breathless for air. Our moans were getting louder and heavier, and we were both dripping sweat. I could feel my come dripping down my ass. Within minutes, neither one of us could take it anymore.

We both came together. Hard.

It was all that and more.

“What are we doing for the holidays?” I asked as she made her morning protein shake.

It had been almost four months since I had been on the island with her. She ran her hand through her hair, ruffling it all over. It was getting long, almost down to her ass; the longer it got, the less it curled. Now it appeared like she had soft waves. I could smell the lingering vanilla scented shampoo and sunscreen she put on every morning.

Deadly combination for my cock.

“I don’t know. That’s my busiest time of the season.”

I nodded. “I imagine, but how about you let me take you away for a few days. You’ve said so yourself the bar runs itself and your crew and management can hold down the place for a bit.”

“True. You do know we live on an island, though? Where are you taking me that’s better than paradise?” she said with a giggle.

“I was thinking we would go to Colorado. Maybe go snowboarding for a few days, rent a cabin in Breckenridge. The city is amazing during Christmas time, all the houses are lit up.”