30. ~Sebastian~

I was flying high.

In a good way—a natural way.

Even the fact that I should be wiped from the three-hour exam I’d just endured was doing nothing at all to tamper down my good mood.

I was done!

I’d sat for my last exam, handed my thesis project in, and I knew I’d knocked it out of the park. Yeah, modesty really wasn’t my thing when I knew I was killing it with something.

I could almost taste it. Graduation.

After all these years, all the setbacks, the struggle… I’d actually made it.

I’d fucking made it!

I was grinning from ear-to-ear as I strolled down the corridor.

The only thing that could possibly make it better was having Skylar or Caleb here with me to share in it.

But I knew that wouldn’t happen.

They were both former Luxe students.

Caleb was completely done with the college route and Sky had her own path to follow and return to at design school. She’d even mentioned the other night that she was starting to put her portfolio together again so she could get down to applying and all that.

I noted the café coming up on my left—the one I’d spent so long avoiding.

No more.

Now I could smile about it.

Now it wasn’t tainted.

In fact, it would be nice to venture inside there one last time, to revisit the early memories Sky and I had shared in there.

Antagonistic as fuck memories at first.

Naturally.

“Did you bruise yourself on me, beautiful? Can you still feel me deep inside?”

“Stop.”

“Can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want more than your hate now.”

“Like what?”

“Every. Fucking. Thing.”

The first time I’d told her that I’d wanted her. Really fucking wanted her.

It had gone beyond playing and a little harmless stalking then.

Beyond lust and attraction with a whole lot of intrigue to top it off.

It had gone beyond anything I’d ever dealt with before.

I’d known it then.

I’d known that she was different for me.

That I could never let her go.

Now I’d never have to.

“One last time,” I murmured to myself.

I went to head inside the café, resolved to sit there for a while, when a hand snagging my arm brought that intent to a jarring halt.

In the next second, I was being wrenched away, then spun around.

A boot slammed into my back and as I threw my hands out to steady myself, the stable surface I was about to use of the door to the stairwell was taken out of the equation as it was suddenly ripped open.

I stumbled through it, heard it shut, then hands slammed into my chest and shoved me up against the wall.

“Talking to yourself? Interesting.”

The familiarity of those words hit me.

Mywords.

I blinked through the shock of it all to see the most beautiful sight standing before me.

In all her glory, her blue and silver hair loosely curled, a black hoodie with blue embellishments of lotuses that resembled her tattoo, and a pair of black jeans that gave way to some studded ankle boots.

“Sky,” I rasped, beyond taken aback.

She grinned, then pushed her weight into me, making me groan as her soft breasts pressed against my hard muscle.

Her hand came up and grasped my throat, stroking the pulse point. “Mmm, I love the way you just uttered my name, all breathy and fucking husky.”

I smiled at her second callback to our first time in here, where I’d shoved her up against the wall, played with her, and made her come her brains out for me. Good times.

I rose to it. “Hmm… stalking me, baby?”

“Stalking is such a negative term. Let’s just say I’m taking an interest.”

She relaxed her hold on my throat and I let out a laugh at her using my words again.

My exact words.

“So, that interaction was as memorable for you as it was for me? Remembering every little detail, I’m touched.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” she told me with mock displeasure.

I slid my hands down to her hips, stroking softly. “How can I not be when you’re mine?”

“Oh, shit, now the charm’s coming out too.”

“You’re in serious trouble now.”

“Bring it on, sweets.”

“Sweets… I fucking love you.”

She giggled and nuzzled my cheek. “I love you too.”

I stroked her hair, holding her to me, and we sank into one another for several moments.

Eventually, I asked, “So, how are you actually here right now?”

“I snuck out. I have mad stealth skills now, even better than before.”

“Is that right?” I teased. “That’s sexy as all fuck.”

“Oh, yeah?” she said in her sultry tone that got my cock going crazy for her.

As if it wasn’t already fucking crazy for her as it was.

“Mmm… hell, yeah, beautiful.”

“Caleb and Caspian were busy in a strategy meeting with Luke. I took the opportunity while I could.” She stroked my hair, playing with the short brown strands. “I figured it might be nice for you to have one of us here with you on your last day at Luxe.” She beamed up at me. “It’s a monumental occasion. Your last exam! You’re graduating, Bastian!”

The excitement from earlier skyrocketed to a whole other level at her excitement for me.

I grasped her hips and took her in a deep kiss of exploding passion.

She rose to it, tugging at my hair as I fisted both hands in hers.

She moaned into my mouth, grinding against me, making me as hard as steel in moments.

I snagged her hips and spun her around, slamming her against the wall and caging her in.

I was seconds away from descending all fucking over her when she pulled her mouth from mine, gasping. “Wait,” she choked out, cupping my face and guiding my eyes to the fire burning in hers. “Not here.”

“Not here?” I asked, trying to think through the thick cloud of need urging me to devour every fucking inch of her right here, right now.

“I have somewhere else in mind.”

“Where?” I couldn’t contain my desperation for the life of me and it came out like a plea.

She smirked. “Somewhere I’ve always wanted to do it with you.”

I frowned.

She licked my throat, making me growl.

And then she pushed off me and snagged my hand.

Coming, baby.

Anytime, anywhere.

“Here? Really?”

It turned out, my Lexus was where she’d ended up leading us to.

Given that it had been parked in the packed lot at Luxe, I’d had to drive us somewhere less public and exposed. Sure, my windows were tinted, but there was no way the sleek metal could muffle the noise that was gonna be coming out of the both of us with what we had in mind. Or the way the car was gonna rock like hell with the brutal thrusts her sweet cunt enjoyed—and needed—when we got it on. We were both really vocal when it came to fucking. Caleb was even more so, while Caspian was the opposite, soaking in the moment and all the intensity in more of an internal kind of way, rather than yelling his pleasure out there.

“Yeah,” she said, removing her seatbelt as I killed the engine. “Ever since we did it on my bike, it had me thinking about fooling around in here too.” A sheepish expression came over her as she confessed, “I’ve never done it in a car before.”

I dislodged my belt and shifted to face her in the passenger seat. “Really? Never?”

She arched an eyebrow. “I’m guessing you have. In your playboy days. Brief, but abundant playboy days.”

“Are you calling me a reformed manwhore, baby?”

She slapped her hand to her heart. “I’d never think such a thing, let alone actually speak the words,” she said in a teasing tone.

I chuckled.

And then I had her choking out a gasp as I lunged across our seats and covered her body with mine.

“Mmm,” I groaned as I ground against her and slapped my hands down either side of her head on the headrest. I smiled to myself as I watched her eyes roll back in her head, and felt her hips lift as she tried to rub herself against my jean-clad cock. Right on the edge, just where I loved her being. So desperate to have me, to succumb to me, to be fucked by me.

“Oh, yeah, I’ve had a shit-ton of sex right here in the car. A whole lot of dirty fucking. Christened every inch of the fancy leather. Even up against it too, over the hood, the trunk. Not one inch of it was spared. With all that, it had me thinking it would be a good idea to agree to bring the woman I love here to bask in the sordid nature of it all and completely disrespect her like that.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “All right, I get it, you heavy-handed bastard.”

I ran my knuckles over her cheek. “You already knew that, though, didn’t you? You’re well aware I wasn’t sexually prolific.” I trailed my thumb over her bottom lip. “Trying to rile me up, weren’t you? So I’d go hard on you like your sweet little cunt craves. Isn’t that right, beautiful?”

She slicked her tongue over my thumb, sending a zap of pleasure straight to my dick.

“Absolutely,” she said, smirking up at me.

“Oh, baby, you’re in for it now.”

I fiddled with the mechanism on the side of the seat and it released, making it snap down into a horizontal position, much more conducive to what was about to happen.

A gasp escaped her, her excitement barely contained.

I drew down the zipper of her hoodie and my breath caught in my throat when I found a vibrant-blue lace bustier beneath that did amazing justice to her breasts. “You came prepared.”

“Consider it your pre-graduation present,” she teased.

“I don’t even want to unwrap it, it’s too perfect as is,” I said, trailing my fingers all over her lace-encased breasts. “A fucking masterpiece.” Her breath hitched and I smiled as I drew my fingers away, then grasped the pendant around her neck, nestled just above her breasts. “Just like seeing you wearing this.”

She reached out and undid the top two buttons of my white shirt, then pulled mine out, tracing her fingers over it reverentially.

Our eyes locked, intensity crackling.

“Ours,” I rasped.

“Yours,” she said, a second before she lurched up and grasped my face, tugging me down to her.

Our lips clashed, hot and heavy.

And then we were devouring one another, lips smacking, teeth gnashing, tongues tangling wildly.

I couldn’t take it anymore, all the teasing and buildup. I needed to be inside her now.

Not breaking our kiss, I ripped open my jeans and shoved them and my boxers down.

With a growl, I did the same to her, dragging her jeans and panties down and ripping them right off her ankles. She gasped into my mouth and I grabbed her thigh, using it to angle her, a second before I thrust inside her.

Her mouth ripped from mine as she screamed out and threw her head back.

“Fuck,” I grunted as her sweet cunt strangled the hell out of my cock.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as I pounded into her like a fucking madman, completely losing myself in her, in us, driving harder and harder, more erratic, erotic violence taking me over and leading the way. I couldn’t get deep enough, couldn’t get close enough.

“Shit, Bastian!” she cried out in rapture, bucking her hips as she tried to meet my crazed, punishing thrusts that were rocking the car from the sheer force of them.

I tightened my grip on her thigh that I was still holding against my hip, knowing I was definitely leaving marks, something that just added more thrill to it all.

She brought her other leg up and hooked it around my back, then used it as leverage to fuck back against me like a savage thing, becoming that animal that she did when the three of us fucked her like beasts.

I dipped my head and gnawed at her bustier, then bit her nipples through the sexy lace.

“God, yes!” she cried out.

The rougher I went, the louder her screams, the more she lost it, her nails driving deeper and drawing blood.

“Ungh… yeah. Hurt me, beautiful. Fuck back on me like my wild thing.”

And, damn, she did, clawing harder, bucking her hips.

I reached down between us and dragged my knuckles through her folds, groaning as she soaked them in seconds. “You’re taking my cock so good. Jesus Christ,” I grunted, grinding my knuckles over her clit. “Come for me. Come all fucking over me, baby.”

“Fuck!” she shrieked, a moment before she clenched down around me and came all over me like a good girl.

Her grip was out of this world… I couldn’t hold it, spurting inside her.

I took a moment to catch my breath, and then I shifted us so she was laying on me—my cock still inside her, of course.

I wrapped her up in my arms and she sank into me as I stroked her soft hair.

“You’re worried, aren’t you, beautiful?”

“What?”

I kissed her cheek. “You didn’t just come out here to see me, it was also to get away from King Manor and all the tension there with Caspian being on the eve of war.”

“Maybe something like that.”

“You want to be out there too, helping him, hmm?”

A mixture of admiration and worry flickered in her eyes. “You know me too well now.”

“Then again, beautiful, I saw you from the start, didn’t I? It’s what freaked you out so much.”

“Right back at you.”

My phone buzzed in my jacket pocket.

I grunted and pulled it out to find a text.

Caleb: Get your sweet asses back here. Eve of war meal and hanging time. Tell Skylar she’s lucky Cas is too distracted right now to come down on her for sneaking out. Hmm… maybe not lucky, because that would’ve been one hot as fuck punishment to witness.

I showed Sky the message and she chuckled.

Bastian: Sky says you can punish her if you want.

“Hey!” she cried, as I showed her what I’d typed.

Caleb: Toothbrush style?

“You’ve got him going now,” she said. “He didn’t take it as a joke.”

“Cal doesn’t joke about fucking.”

“Then I guess it’s gotta happen.”

My dick thickened at her words. “Yeah?”

Lust danced in her eyes and I turned my phone, holding it between us as I typed back.

Bastian: I’ll take the toothbrush, you bring something new to the table.

Caleb: Fuck, yeah. You got it, B.

“Mmm, I’m liking this,” Sky said, flicking her tongue over my bottom lip.

Fuck me.

Bastian: Ten-minute delay.

Caleb: Uh uh. Don’t want you both all sexed-out before you get back. Keep it in your pants.

Bastian: Too late for that. Like you haven’t had your mouth wrapped around Caspian’s cock while we’ve been gone.

Caleb: I was hungry.

Sky burst out laughing as she read the message. “He’s too much.”

I grinned. “He certainly is.”

Bastian: Then it’s time for dessert. Be home ASAP.

Caleb: Perfect.

I pocketed my phone, then looked at Sky, assuring her, “Cas has got what’s coming handled. He always does and with this he’s been planning it for a long time, he has all bases covered. Soon all of this will be over and all we’ll need to focus on is each other and our lives here in Rossun, no more external bullshit.”

“Yeah,” she said, smiling. “That will be really nice.”

“You deserve it, Sky. I’m just sorry it’s been such a long time coming for you.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she breathed. “It’s here now. That’s all that matters.”

I smiled and held her to me for a few more moments, before we had to head back.