30. Sebastian

Chapter 30

Sebastian

O pening the front door at half past eleven in the evening, I was fully expecting Nelly to be waiting for me in the foyer or the kitchen, her hair braided and her pajamas on, a mug of hot chocolate in her hand.

But the lights were off, and she was nowhere to be seen.

Odd.

We’d had an away game tonight—and won—only two hours away in Chattanooga, Tennessee, so the trip back by car hadn’t been nearly as long as it would have been if we’d flown anywhere else. She could have been asleep upstairs if Matty had particularly tired her out, and I almost hoped for that, almost crossed my fingers that she was asleep in my bed so I could tuck myself in next to her.

“Nell?” I whispered, setting my bag down beside the door and kicking off my shoes.

No reply.

I slipped my phone from my pocket, shooting her a text instead of calling out loudly. Waking my five-year-old at this hour would only result in a night of hell for me.

Me: I’m home. Where are you?

Her response was almost immediate.

Nelly: Find me :)

I huffed out an amused little breath and took to the stairs, climbing them two at a time. She was either setting me up for a hell of an evening or an evening of hell, depending on whether she was in my room or Matty’s.

I padded my way to the end of the upstairs hall and turned the handle on the door to my room, hoping to God she was in there.

I nearly lost the air in my lungs.

She sat on her knees on the little bench at the end of my bed, her legs spread, her rear resting on the heels of her feet. Her brown and blonde hair was tied in a little ponytail, little waves falling in perfect little waves around her reddened face, her lower lip tucked between her teeth. Her legs were completely bare, and from the looks of it, there was absolutely nothing beneath that spare jersey of mine that hung loosely around her frame.

She lifted up a little, and oh my God , she was going to be the death of me. There, between her thighs, suctioned to the bench beneath her, was that same goddamn dildo I’d had her play with in the guesthouse, three-quarters of the way inside of her.

“Hi, Seb,” she whispered, a cheeky little grin spreading out across her lips. I shut the door behind me immediately. “You found me.”

I probably should have rested, probably should have told her I was too tired after the game.

But I didn’t do that. How the fuck could I have done that?

I crossed the room in half a second and grasped that goddamn ponytail in one hand, pulling her head back far enough to look up at me. She sunk back down on the dildo, her lips parting, her lashes fluttering.

“How long, exactly, have you been playing with yourself while waiting for me?” I asked, pulling her forward and pressing her chin against my stomach. Slowly, shyly, her hips moved again, just barely, grinding down on the toy.

“An hour,” she grinned.

I tugged harder on her hair, watching in satisfaction as she flinched. Blood was already pooling in my cock, pressing it hard against my jeans. That fucking jersey. She couldn’t have picked the other one? “How many times have you come, Penelope?”

Her smile grew wider, cocky, even. “None. I wanted to save it.”

“Fuck,” I groaned. Just the idea of her in here, touching herself, playing with herself for an hour , never giving herself that relief just so she could do this to me… it made me want to do horrible things with her, truly unspeakable things. “You’ve just been torturing yourself, haven’t you?”

Her mouth parted, a little moan sneaking past them as she ground her hips down again. “Yeah,” she breathed. “I think a stray breeze could get me off at this point.”

I leaned down to her, pressing my lips to hers, drinking her in for the first time properly in over a week. Little kisses snuck here and there was one thing, but she let me into her mouth, let me claim it in all the ways I was aching to, and that was something I hadn’t even realized I’d been longing for. “Then I guess we need to fix that, don’t we?” I mumbled.

My hand reached out, drifting across that goddamn jersey and over her body, down to her hips and lower, lower , avoiding her clit at all costs in case it sent her over the edge. I wrapped my hand around the base of the dildo, twisting it to loosen the suction, and slowly, so slowly I thought she’d break in my arms as her body squirmed and trembled, slipped it out of her.

“Clean it off,” I rasped, lifting the toy to her lips. It was absolutely drenched in her need, sticky and stringy and clear, and without a second of hesitation, she took it into her mouth, her tongue gliding across that singular spot she knew would drive me mad. “Nope, no, okay, can’t trust you with that.”

She laughed as it popped out of her mouth, a little drop of her mess clinging to the edge of her lip. I licked it off, kissed her again, and dropped my hold on her hair. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about what I’d wanted to do with her back at the hotel, and I refused to let her talk me out of it this time. There was no game tomorrow, only practice, and if I fucked my knee up, it wasn’t the end of the world this time.

I slipped my arms between her legs and hooked them on either side of her rear, lifting her up and spreading her fully, her back thunking against one of the wooden posts at the end of the mattress. Thank you, four-poster bed.

I didn’t have the patience to wait. Not this time.

“Hook your legs on me. Now ,” I demanded, and she followed, letting my hips take a fraction of her weight so I could release her with one of my hands. I worked at my belt in record time, releasing the latch and moving on to my button, my zipper. “Tell me what you were hoping for when I walked through that door. Tell me every gruesome detail you were picturing in your head.”

Her throat worked on a swallow as she pressed against me, flattening the space between her legs against my stomach for a hint of friction. “Fuck, this ,” she breathed.

“That doesn’t sound like every gruesome detail, baby,” I grunted, fisting the fabric of my jeans and boxers and pushing them down.

“It’s true, though,” she insisted, her hands grasping at my shirt and pulling it up. “I wanted you to come in, find me, and fuck me against anything . It didn’t matter what it was.”

My cock twitched at her words, and I pulled my arm through, grasping the fabric covering my chest and pulling it up and over my head, leaving it hanging limply off my left arm. “Somehow I find that hard to believe,” I laughed. “You weren’t worried about my knee?”

“You don’t have a game tomorrow.” She shrugged, and the fact that she had parroted exactly what had run through my mind already was almost comical — she knew me far too well at this point. “Should I, uh, leave the jersey on?”

“ Should you leave the jersey on ?” I mocked, grasping her by the front of it as I let her weight fall a little more, lining her up a little too perfectly. “Obviously, Penelope.”

She laughed before it cut off into a shuddered moan as I dragged my cock up over her damp heat. “Is this, like, an all-athletes kind of thing, or just hockey guys?” she asked, dragging her nails over my chest while I notched the tip of my cock against her entrance.

“Probably most of them,” I smirked, sinking an inch, and then another, and then fuck , another — bit by bit, I buried myself in her with ease, but she gripped me like a goddamn vice. “You just picked the wrong one.”

Her gaze flicked up to mine, her eyes going wide. “What do you mean?”

“ This one,” I rasped, pulling at it a little harder, “is my very first NHL jersey. And you’ve been leaking all over it.”

Her face turned bright fucking red. “I thought it was a spare. Is this not the one you loaned me?— ”

“There are two in that drawer, Nelly,” I huffed, pushing myself that last little inch until I was fully seated inside of her. Her lower lip caught in her teeth, her walls clenching around me, and God, I wanted to fuck that surprised reaction right out of her. “You picked the wrong one.”

“Fuck,” she half-cursed, half-moaned, her hand locking around the back of my neck.

“This one,” I huffed, “has a tear on the collar. Right… here.”

I leaned in, releasing the jersey and hooking my arm back under her thigh, and brought my mouth to her neck.

And I started to move .

“God,” I groaned, biting down on the soft skin where her neck met her shoulder to keep myself from being too loud. She hissed from the hint of pain, but I dragged my tongue over it, soothing the ache as I drove myself into her again.

And again .

“Touch yourself for me, baby,” I rasped, slowly picking up my speed. “Show me what you do to yourself when you’re thinking of me.”

She dampened her little squeal as I pulled my head back, resting it on her forehead instead, looking down the bridge of our noses to where her hand snaked between our bodies. The moment her fingers danced across her clit, so lightly and shakily I wasn’t quite convinced she was even connecting with it, everything about her shuddered.

She’d fucked herself so much she’d herself sensitive to anything .

There were a lot of things this woman did to me, a lot of things I didn’t understand, but the way she enraptured me anytime she fucking moved was something unlike anything I’d ever fathomed. How anyone could be so sexy and right for me was beyond me, but this, how needy she’d made herself thinking of me doing exactly this to her, was on another level.

“Do it properly,” I said, the words reverberating through my chest. I spoke them in a growl. “It’s fine if you come, Penelope. It won’t be the last time that happens tonight.”

Her shaking hand pressed down a little harder, her walls clenching so tightly around me I nearly saw stars, and her mouth popped open, her head tipping just that little bit back, her lips seeking mine.

I gave them to her. I gave her whatever she wanted.

My hips stuttered as she struggled to loosen up a little, but I pushed through, diving into her over and over as I kissed her. It was messy, sloppy, needy — my tongue in her mouth and hers in mine, her nails digging into my chest. She lost her focus, her breaths coming quick, her sounds nearly breaking free despite her attempt to stifle them, and within the span of a minute since I’d slipped inside, she broke.

Her mouth closed, her head tipping back fully against the post as she tried, desperately, to hold back the noises she wanted to let loose. That was the downside of me touching her here instead of the guesthouse, I supposed. I didn’t get to hear all those pretty noises.

“Fuck,” I groaned, picking up my speed as she slowly began to loosen up a little more. “Again. Don’t stop, Nelly.”

“I—Seb, I, I can’t, I’m so sensitive,” she whined, her voice breaking as I lifted her a little higher, hitting, fuck , yes, right there. “ Oh my God .”

I knew it would send her spinning, and she shook again, her hand just barely putting a hint of pressure back on her clit. Just watching her like this, unraveling, coming around me and starting right back up, already on the edge again… it was enough to tempt me into finding an early release.

“Fuck, kiss me, kiss me, I can’t—I’ll wake him up,” she rambled, the hand gripping my chest finding its shaky way back up to my neck. I followed her pull, touching my lips to hers, swallowing as much of the sounds she made with my mouth as she squeezed around me again.

Her body locked, and I gambled on it, slipping my arm from under her leg in the hopes it wouldn’t change the position too badly for her. But she was locked on me anyway, and it didn’t make a single bit of difference, and just as she was breaking, just as that shriek began to climb its way out of her throat again, I pulled my lips away and covered her mouth with my palm.

Her release tore through her, her walls so tight it forced me to pause my movements. “That’s it,” I praised, my hand vibrating from the sound that desperately tried to break free. “Fuck, you look so pretty coming around my cock. So desperate for it that you came so easily .”

She nodded against my hand as the pressure started to abate, her body slowly opening back up for me to resume my movements.

“I think you can do another one, though,” I smirked, slipping my hand from her mouth just enough that I could press a kiss against her lips. “I’m close. Come with me.”

Her jaw trembled, her legs beginning to shake from the position, but she could handle a little bit more. She could take it. “I don’t know if I can,” she croaked.

“But do you want to?” I teased, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her thigh as I hooked my arm back under it.

She nodded hesitantly, but this time her mouth explored, her lips kissing a trail down over my chin and neck. Her tongue dragged along my skin, setting me on fire , and fuck, I couldn’t last long, I couldn’t hold this off forever. I glanced down between us, checking if she was touching herself again, and she’d stilled — but the moment she clocked my wandering gaze, she picked back up again.

Is she trying to time this with me, too?

“Fuck, you want to come like that, don’t you?” I rasped, my head lolling to the side as she explored my collarbones, the space between my shoulder and my neck. “Full of my fucking cum.”

“ Please ,” she begged, her voice broken and mumbled from both my skin and the muffled sounds coming from her.

I was losing it. Losing the battle to hold off, losing the strength to keep upright, losing my mind. It was just her, and her, and her, overwhelming me, devouring me, and fuck , maybe I could love her, maybe I could stay like this forever.

“I can’t?—”

My words cut off as my release found me like a tidal wave, the pressure releasing and leaking out into her, warming her insides even further. It hit me in three waves, and on the second, she clamped down, burying her face in the crook of my neck to quiet her sounds as she fell over the edge, too, holding onto me for dear life.

“God, yes, baby,” I groaned, my hips stuttering out as I lost every bit of momentum I had in me. I kissed her temple, the side of her head, her cheek, anywhere I could reach, trying to pull her through the last remaining little crests of her orgasm with the fumes I was running on.

It took me less than a second to consider my words before they came out.

“Stay the night,” I rasped. “Stay in here. Please. ”

She lifted her head, her eyelids hanging low, her head heavy. “But Matty?—”

“I’ll figure it out in the morning,” I insisted. “Just please. Stay. I miss falling asleep with you.”

She swallowed as she caught her breath, her gaze struggling to focus on me through the haze of the comedown. “Okay,” she breathed. “I’ll stay.”