Very Twisted Things (Briarcrest Academy #3) (20 page)

I tweaked her nipples through her bra, making her hiss. “I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to since the first time I saw you. I’m going to make you mine—just like you want, V.”

She shivered and I put my hand to her chest. “Your heart is flying. Do you want me to stop? Because I’m about three seconds away from a point of no return with you. My cock is hard enough to chop wood, and we don’t need anymore for the fire.”

She sighed. “Please don’t stop.”

I reached behind her and took the bigger than normal swing seat and tossed it over the branches until it was raised, tugging on it to make sure it would hold.

“What’s going on?”

Without answering, I turned back to her and pushed her bra down underneath her breasts, positioning them so I could lean in and lick one and then the other. I shoved them together and sucked hard, making her gasp out as she clutched me.

This is what she craved. Intensity. Consuming need. I’d sensed it in her from the moment she played, and I burned for her, my entire body throbbing, shaking with need. “I feel like I’ve walked away from you a thousand times. But not this time,” I murmured.

She nodded and that was all the acquiescence I needed. I peeled my shirt off and tossed it with hers. I unzipped her jeans and shoved them down, my hands cupping her ass and squeezing.
God, she was beautiful
. “I love you in red, V,” I said, fingering the lace of her panties.

With need riding me, I fell to my knees and kissed her stomach, my tongue delving in her navel.
Worshipping her
. I bit her hipbones and then sucked them gently as I eased her boots off.

She cried out my name beseechingly as I slipped my fingers inside her panties and burrowed inside, finding her hot and wet. Fuck, yeah. My fingers skimmed her pussy and then teased her entrance, her juices making it easy for me to slide in. I rolled her clit around as she squirmed to get more of me. “You been thinking about me all day?” I said, my voice low, my breathing winded.

She nodded, her head tossed back as I slid my fingers in and out of her. “Yes,” she ground out. “I wanted you on the ride. I wanted to sit in front of you on your horse while you did this until I came.”

My heart raced, and my adrenaline shot sky high. I needed more. I needed her riding my cock.

But first …

I eased her panties down and she stepped out of them. “Sit back on the swing and spread your legs,” I rasped out. “Scoot your body forward, V, so I can put my mouth on you.”

She sat down and parted her legs for me, her eyes glowing. “Make me burn for you.”

I cupped her breasts and raked my eyes over her, soaking it in. She looked gorgeous and ready, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips plump from where I’d kissed her. I placed her hands on the chains of the swing and positioned her legs further apart until she was spread before me beautifully, her body glistening for me.

Desperation drove me. I had to have her taste, her smell in my mouth.

On my knees, I pulled the swing forward with one hand and pressed her hot core against my stiff tongue. The fingers of my other hand explored her gently, even as my tongue pillaged and took control. She writhed and leaned back, bucking to give me more access. Desire owned me as I delved into her, my fingers finding her sweetest spot. I rubbed her wetness around, some soft strokes, some more insistent, her little cries driving me on. She was letting go, her body flushed and straining to come.

“I want to touch you,” she gasped out.

“Be still,” I rumbled against her. “Going to give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.” My hand tightened on the swing, yanking her closer. My tongue and lips devoured her as I rubbed her harder, working her clit and then moving away to tease her honeyed entrance.

She panted, a bead of sweat dripping down her forehead.

“Wider,” I demanded, nudging her legs apart more. “More, V, I need more.”

She bit her lip and whimpered as she edged lower and spread her legs even more, her hips jerking as she tried to get more friction. “Please, Sebastian.”

I lifted my head and gazed into her eyes. “You’re beautiful, V. I want to remember you like this forever. Begging for my touch.”

She squirmed and keened. “Just make me come, or I’ll kill you.”

Heat zipped up my spine. “Hang on, baby.” I lowered my head, taking her sex hard with an open mouth, my fingers probing and twisting rapidly. She called out my name and stiffened, her tits quivering as she came hard against me. I held on tightly, embracing her hips with my arm and watching her face as she let go. Moments went by as she clenched and unclenched her muscles around my finger, milking me. I continued to touch her, making it last, wanting my dick in her so bad I could cry. Nothing in the world mattered but this.
Her
.

Finally her hips slowed and she sat up. “How was that?” I whispered against her nipples, my lips unable to stop tasting her skin. She was addictive.

She stared at me and the beauty of the moment blew me away, because her face was so open—with an unnamed emotion on it.

“You on your knees … your mouth on me. I may die now,” she whispered softly.

“Good. But we aren’t done yet.” I stood up and unzipped my jeans and shoved them off. My tight underwear came next. I tugged my boots off and rolled on a condom I’d taken from my pocket. I stood before her and fisted my cock. I let my heavy gaze slide over her breasts and I reached out to thumb her nipple. I growled, “Now grip those chains and lean back in that swing and get ready.”

She obliged with wide eyes, and I pulled her closer and kissed her long and hard, my mouth taking her soft lips. I moved down to her neck and shoulders and to her breast, which I suckled like a needy kitten, pushing her breasts together and taking as much as I could in my mouth. “You taste good, V.”

She trembled and pulled my head up. “Sebastian, look, I’m feeling so much here, and it isn’t just sex. It’s—”

I got her. “You’re everything in a woman I’ve ever wanted, V. It scares me too, and I don’t know what it means—”

Fuck. I lost every thought in my head when she bit my nipple.

I cupped her ass with one hand and pulled the swing toward me with the other until I’d seated myself deep inside her. She whimpered, and I tossed my head back and wanted to howl at the damn moon.

I took her, watching my cock glide in and out.

“Harder. Yes, yes, yes,” she said as I plunged in and out of her, using the swing to mechanize my movements. To own her.

She wriggled around and locked her legs on my hips, trying to get as much of me in her as she could. Desire surged through every vein in my body as my cock pounded her.
V
.

But then why did I feel so damn moody and dark with desperation?

I hissed in her ear. “You’re mine, V. And I know it sounds possessive and caveman, but tonight, I don’t give a fuck. Don’t think about Geoff or anything but my cock in you. Got it?” I tempered those words by sucking on her earlobe.

She drank me in as I hovered above her. “Yes … so good, so good, so good,” she moaned at each thrust.

I repositioned my stance and lowered the swing a tad, pushing in and then out, sliding over her clit and then plunging deep inside her. I tossed my head back, trying to keep it together, but knowing I was going to go over the cliff soon. It had been too long since I’d been with a girl, and this was V.

“Touch yourself, V. I’m dying to, but my hands are full,” I muttered, gritting my teeth for control. She touched her slit, flicking her fingers. Slow. Fast.

“I don’t want to stop,” I growled out.

We were lost. My skin tingled. My head floated.

I plunged in her wetness, the sounds of our sex, my grunts, her whimpers … it all crashed and my cock swelled painfully as I came hard. My body pulsed, and I roared into the night.

Without pausing, I fell to my knees and took her in my mouth again. She screamed, her hands twisting the chain as she came hard, her pussy pulsing against my hands and mouth. After a while, she leaned up and sagged against me as we held each other for a few moments, neither of us able to speak.

I let go of the swing, swept her limp body up in my arms and took her back to the fire and the blanket and lay her down. My head was dizzy and my heart was thundering. I felt on top of the fucking world.

But …

What the hell was I going to do now?

“You never love the same way twice, but the love of a lifetime only comes once.”

—from the journal of Violet St. Lyons

HE EASED ME down on the blanket and pressed a kiss to my forehead as if I were a piece of fine china, his gentleness a sharp contrast to the fierceness of his lovemaking. He pulled the ends of the blanket around us while my eyes bored into his, searching for his soul.

Could he tell that things had been irrevocably changed between us?

I glanced up just as a brilliant light raced overhead, zipping through the heavens and leaving a glittering trail. I took it as a sign, and my mouth parted as I recognized the beautiful truth. No matter what happened after this, he and I
were
meant to had met. We were destined for this moment.

“A shooting star,” I breathed.

His full lips tilted up, his gaze tender as he tweaked my nose. “You’re welcome. Always knew I had the heavens in my pocket. Wanna see a comet next?”

Feeling oddly euphoric, I slapped his shoulder while he pretended to be hurt. “Hey, that’s no way to treat the master of the universe.”

I chuckled and traced my finger around the Superman tattoo on his chest. “You know, I was born the night the Violette-Sells comet went across the Manhattan skyline. My parents joked that I was lucky it wasn’t the Hyakutake-Bayshi comet or else my name might have been super weird. My dad…he loved to point out different constellations to me, especially if we were in another country where the view of the sky was different. He said we’re all made up of dust from the universe. We’re all born from stars.”

“Sounds like a good line for a song.”

I looked up at him. “Will you write a song about me? About tonight and what we did?” There was no mistaking the heaviness of my question or the hesitation in my voice.

“V, I could write a million songs about you, and none of them would have anything to do with having sex with you, but everything to do with how unbelievably mysterious you are. You’re like a rich red wine, dark and bittersweet and so damn intoxicating that I want to guzzle you down.”

A puff of air escaped my mouth. Since the moment we’d met, he’d gotten the essence of who I was.

A look of yearning crossed his face. “I wish I could have met your parents, to tell them
thank you
for having you and just, I don’t know, making you
who
you are. My parents would have adored you, by the way. Music was everything to our family. Plus, you’re hot. Dad always liked brunettes.”

“Are brunettes your favorite too?” I said as I kissed his bicep, letting my tongue drift over his arm and up his shoulder where I traced his lion tattoo. My hands drifted down to his length, stroking him. He hardened immediately.

“V, you make me crazy,” he murmured, his hands slipping through my hair to pull my lips to his for a long kiss. I moaned into his mouth.

He pulled back to stare at me with a sheepish smile. “God, I want you again, but my legs are still quivering.”

I laughed. “I don’t think many women get to have sex on a swing. Huh, I guess we’ve ruined that poor thing for the next people who come here. Maybe we should take it with us? I’ve never had sex anywhere except in a bed—”

He put his finger to my lips. “Don’t. Please. I don’t want an image of you with someone else in my head.”

“Why?” I couldn’t stop the question.

His lips tightened. “Because it makes me want to fucking beat the shit out of something—namely Geoff.” He seemed to gather himself and took a deep breath. “Do you still love him?”

“I do, but not in the way you think. At one time, I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with him, but people change. He’s part of my past—and I hope someday part of my future as a friend. There’s not a lot of people who knew my parents the way he did.”