Taming Sebastian (Sawson's Royal College Book 2)

by Bella Anthony

  “God, yes, please just, I need to come.”

  “Good girl. Now come.” He curves his finger and hits the perfect spot.

  “Oh god, fuck I’m coming! I’m coming. Sebastian!” I fall into his chest as he holds me close.

  I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of our kissing, our fucking, our everything. I’ve never come so hard or multiple times for that matter. I’ve enjoyed sex, but this feels like something else entirely. My previous experiences can’t be compared to this.

  “I want to make it my ringtone.”

  “Huh?” I ask, leaning back to look at him.

  “The sound of you coming, I want it as my ringtone.”

  “What?” I laugh out loud. “No way. You’ll never have the chance to record me anyways.” I move to get off of him, but he pulls me back onto his lap.

  “Now that I’ve blackmailed you into staying the night, do you really need to go downstairs?” He pulls me to my feet in front of him.

  “Yeah. I kind of forced Alayna to come here and she said she wants to leave early. I need to tell her that I’m staying the night and my phone’s not here.”

  He nods and begins picking up our clothes as I go into the adjoining toilet to clean up. When I’m back, he leans down and holds my thong open.

  “Lift your leg.” I do and he pulls my thong up my body, his finger caressing his way to the top. My body shivers and he notices.

  “Before what just happened, were you going to kiss Stan?” He stands up.

  “I was only flirting with him because you were flirting with that girl. I don’t want him. I wasn’t going to kiss him, by the way.”

  “You said maybe before when I asked if you were.”

  “I was lying. Let’s just say I’ve been burned in the past and have a bit of a wall up to prevent it from happening again.”

  “You seem calm now, the crazy look in your eyes is gone.”

  “I do not have a crazy look!” I smack his bare chest with a smile but keep my hand there to stroke his upper body. “But I do feel calmer now, like all the crazy inside of me disappeared.”

  “Me too.” He says. I wrap my arms around his neck and hug him, needing some form of affection after sex.

  “I didn’t like you touching him.”

  “I didn’t like you touching them. So, what do we do? We don’t touch others?”

  “No. Not until we’re done.” He says.

  “Okay.” I’m happy with that arrangement.

  I turn around to retrieve his clothes and gasp in surprise.

  “Seb.”

  “Yeah?”

  “The lamp’s broken.”

  “Yeah.”

  “The laptop is on the floor.”

  “Mhmm.”

  “The books are everywhere. Stanley is going to kill us!”

  “It’s fine.” He chuckles. “Stan owes me, he knew not to touch you.”

  I roll my eyes at his caveman antics. He yanks a t-shirt from the closet, putting it on and I realize it fits perfectly.

  “Is that yours?” I ask.

  “Yeah. This is the room I stay in when I’m here with the guys from the soccer team. We all have our own rooms. It’s kind of like our frat house.”

  I frown at him and smack his chest. “And I felt so bad!”

  He approaches me with a smirk. “Do you really think I’d fuck you on his bed?” He asks rhetorically before pulling me towards the door. Before opening it, he releases my hand.

  We walk downstairs as I pat my hair down, trying to look presentable.

  I realize how deliciously sore I am. It has been a while since I’ve been with someone and that was … crazy monkey sex. I look sideways at Sebastian and see a satisfied, lazy smile on his face. He looks sated, deeply so. His hair is messy, his lips are swollen and I’m proud knowing I did that to him. His smile then transforms from an easy one to a cocky one. I follow his gaze and come face to face with Stanley.

  “Hey man.” Sebastian moves behind me and pulls me to his body.

  Bizarrely, he places all of my hair over my right shoulder. I look back at him in confusion but just see him glaring at Stanley. Stanley’s eyes widen at something over my shoulder. I look behind me but only see Sebastian’s chest.

  “Are we clear?” Sebastian asks, leaning down to kiss my neck softly. What the hell is going on here?

  “Crystal. We’re good, man.” He responds before walking away.

  “Sebastian?” I ask, completely confused.

  “Yeah?”

  “What just happened?”

  “Nothing. Let’s find your friend, I want to fuck you again.” And he proves it by grinding his semi-hard cock on my stomach.

  “FYI – no more sex tonight. I think my vagina will cry.”

  “From how good my cock is?” He asks hopefully.

  “From pain. Besides,” I pull his shirt so he’s even closer to me, “we don’t need sex to have fun.”

  “No?” He grins. “You going to give me this mouth all night?” He wipes at my lips and I give his thumb a small lick. “Or maybe I’ll fuck your breasts.” His finger moves down my neck and I grab his hand and put it back to his side.

  “Let’s find Alayna first.”

  “Alayna!” I shout dramatically and Sebastian starts copying me. We’re running around the house shouting her name like idiots.

  “Oh shit.” Sebastian says. Following his gaze, I see Alayna taking shot after shot while people around her cheer her on.

  “Alayna!”

  “Isa! You’re here. I bet that massive guy over there that I can take twelve shots of tequila, but I’m on number five and I think I’m about to puke.” She slurs before placing her arm over my shoulder.

  “Crap.” Grabbing her around the waist, I hold her from one side and Sebastian from the other.

  “Seb, I think we need to go home.”

  “What if we drop her off then you come home with me?” He asks.

  “I can’t. I need to be there for her in case she gets sick.”

  “Hey! It’s the purse hostager.” Alayna points at Sebastian. “Wait, you guys are being civil. Do we like him again Isa? Oh my god, I think I’m going to be sick.” Thankfully, she does not get sick.

  “Is this the guy who bet against you?” Sebastian asks Alayna, pointing at a guy right in front of us. “Yes! Him!”

  Sebastian smacks the back of his head. “Cockblock.”

  “I think I need to sleep.” Alayna murmurs.

  Sebastian takes her to a couch near to the entrance and sends a text on his phone. “I’ll drop you guys home. Your purse is in my car anyways.” He reaches for me and kisses me softly. He stops when he notices a group of girls staring at us.

  Seconds later, he receives a text.

  “Let’s go.” He looks at Alayna and sighs as he lifts her in his arms. A chauffeur gets out of a lincoln town car and opens the door for us. There are two rows of seats facing each other. Sebastian places a sleeping Alayna on the one closest to the driver and him and I sit on the opposite one.

  Alayna shuffles on the couch and readjusts herself so she’s on her stomach. She sticks her butt out and I giggle looking at her. She looks like a baby. I take out my phone and snap a few pictures.

  I look at Sebastian and he’s closing the partition so that we have privacy. Gently, he picks me up and places me on his lap so that I’m straddling him. He places his puffy lips on mine and we moan at the contact. He kisses me softer than ever before, licking my top lip, then the bottom, then gently at the seam, asking for permission to enter. I open my mouth for him as he lightly massages his tongue to mine, teasing me as he gives me short soft strokes of his tongue before pulling back to taste my lips again.

  We kiss slowly and sensually until a knock on the partition interrupts us. Sebastian leans his forehead on mine as we catch our breath. That kiss was everything.

  “I’m having a party tomorrow, come.”

  “Seriously? Do you guys ever study? Or do you just party?” I pull
back to look at him. He reaches over with both hands to stroke my cheeks. They redden at his attention and Sebastian shakes his head with a smile.

  “It’s just because the first round of deadlines are done and the next set aren’t until right before Christmas.”

  “True.”

  “Besides, the two parties you came to weren’t mine. Tomorrow is my party and I want you there. You’ll even be granted VIP access.” He says with a wink.

  I shake my head and smile as I tuck my head into his neck.

  “You smell like me.” I whisper.

  “And you smell like me.” He responds softly, caressing my back.

  Chapter 5

  The following night, I’m ready to be with Sebastian again. Last night was merely a taste and I’m salivating for more. I decided to have a bath after the party yesterday, to soothe my lady bits, and after getting naked, I saw all the marks he left on my neck and breasts. Looking at the hickeys, I realized what happened when we bumped into Stanley. Sebastian was showing off my hickey to him. I was initially angry, but I can’t deny that his caveman antics turn me on like crazy… because nobody’s ever wanted me like that.

  I woke up this morning next to a hungover Alayna. I showed her the pictures I took, and she laughed her ass off. She went home and I studied for six hours straight, completing most of my work for the week. I look at my phone and my smile dies when I see a text from my mother. It’s the first time she’s contacted me since I began this academic year.

  Mom: Hi. I’m no longer getting charged for the Diet Center program. Have you stopped it?

  The Diet Center Program is a diet food delivery service. They send you food for the week and the last time I used it was a year ago - after my birthday when I went through a rough patch and my insecurities came rushing back.

  I stare at the text. Although I’ve changed for the better, my mother still has the ability to revert me to the insecure fourteen-year-old version of myself.

  Isabel: Yes, I cancelled it. I don’t need it.

  Alegra: You barely fit in my Versace gown last Christmas and I’m double your age. Remember how beautiful you were when you initially lost the weight?

  She means the time I was borderline anorexic? My mother only eats protein and vegetables. When she wants to indulge, she has fruits. She’s too skinny, scarily so. I’m slim as well but perfectly healthy, petite with generous breasts. But to my mother, near anorexia is what qualifies as beautiful. I shake my head and delete her messages. My phone dings from another incoming text.

  Alegra: Fine, don’t respond. But you need to visit us soon. We have matters to discuss. And for god’s sake, try to make friends with the correct crowd at your college. We sent you there for a reason. All I’m hearing is that you’re befriending the scholarship students.

  I hate her sometimes, I really do. I throw my phone on the bed and push her out of my mind.

  I look at myself in the mirror one last time before I head out. I’m wearing a strapless black dress, which flares under my breasts, reaching mid-thigh where it tightens again. Matching it with strappy black heels, I feel good. I mean, I felt good. Now I’m not so sure. Misty wore a lot more make-up, her hair was perfect – No, no, no! I will not let my mother make me feel insecure, not again. I grab my purse and head out.

  I’m in the elevator with a few other people as we ascend towards Sebastian’s penthouse apartment.

  As soon as the doors open, my mouth falls. It’s huge and decorated beautifully. It looks like the ultimate luxurious bachelor pad. The art is colorful against black walls and the high ceilings add to its grandness. There’s a massive bar against the wall on the left, and on the patio, there’s a small swimming pool and a Jacuzzi. Stairs on my left lead to a second and third floor.

  I look around trying to find anyone I know. I spot Sebastian laughing with a group of friends. He takes out his phone, and five seconds later I receive a text.

  Sebastian: Where are you?

  I smile as I look at him staring at his phone, awaiting my reply.

  Isabel: Look to your right

  He immediately looks up and when he sees me, his eyes take in every inch of me. Tilting his head, he exams me, burns me with the heat of his stare, making my body come alive from one Sebastian Carter look. Only he can set me on fire like this, only him.

  He walks towards me as his eyes zero in on mine. Someone holds his arm to gain his attention, but he ignores them to reach me. And once he does, his mouth is on mine, starving, kissing, licking, biting. He takes my breath away. He’s so perfect at everything he does to me.

  “Fuck.” He murmurs as he rests his forehead on mine. “I needed that.”

  “Is everything okay?” I move back. He looks at me uneasily for a few seconds and opens his mouth to say something, but shakes his head instead. “Yeah, of course.” He leans down to place a soft kiss to my neck.

  “Hey.” I take his face in my hands. “You sure everything is okay?”

  “Yeah.” He smiles tightly. “Are Jax and Selena coming?” He takes my arm and leads me to the bar. I’m not sure how I should act in public, so I decide to let him lead.

  “I’m not sure! I told Jax about the party, but he just shrugged in response.” But that could mean anything, Jax doesn’t really acknowledge people who aren’t Selena.

  “Bella.” He says, looking at me. “I’m sure he didn’t even tell Selena about it. Since their reunion, he doesn’t want to share Selena with anyone.” I look down. Damn, I really wanted to see her tonight.

  “You want her to come?” Sebastian asks, lifting my face to look at him.

  “Yeah, I kind of miss her.”

  “Your wish is my command.” He picks up his phone and calls someone. I look at him curiously. What’s he doing?

  “Hello, beautiful! I’m guessing this is Selena? And if it’s not, I suggest whoever you are to leave Jax right this instant, the boy’s in love.” He’s talking to Selena? Shit! I didn’t tell her anything about Sebastian.

  I only hear his side of the conversation. “Where the hell have you two been? Actually, no. I know you’ve been holed up in that room of yours. But come on! It’s my party. The least you can do is show up for an hour. I thought we were BFFs. Besides, your roommate Bella is here.”

  He chuckles at her reply, staring me down. “If you knew how well I knew-” I slap his arm hard before he’s able to finish his sentence.

  “Ouch, okay!” He rubs his arm. “Never mind. Just come.”

  Sebastian’s hands are all over me and I’m in a trance from his touch. I feel so desired, wanted, needed. I love how it seems like he’s addicted to my body, to touching me and how he can’t seem to stay away. Ever since I arrived, we’ve danced, touched, kissed, caressed, and the foreplay is driving me crazy.

  We’re in the corner of his massive living room. ‘Skin’ by Rihanna is playing as Sebastian stands behind me, swaying slowly to the beat of the sensual song. His head is tucked into my neck, his mouth placing sporadic soft kisses. He licks my sensitive skin as my arms travel from the back of his head to his strong, muscular thighs. He grabs my hips and pulls me against his pelvis, grinding my ass against his cock. He’s controlling our bodies as we dance. But this isn’t just dancing. This is also foreplay.

  Turning around, I wrap my arms around his neck. He quickly pulls my body into his, trailing his hands low to grab my ass and pull me into him. Oh god, now his cock is grinding against my pussy. I release a small moan and he bites my neck in response. I slowly caress his back and grab his ass too. He groans against my neck, clutches onto my dress, and slowly drags it up.

  I think we’ve truly forgotten we’re in public.

  “Sebastian.” I whisper into his ear, stopping his hands behind me.

  “I need to fuck you.” He grunts moving backward, creating unwanted space between us. “Let’s go upstairs.”

  “Sebastian.” I smile at him. “It’s your party and now Selena’s coming.”

  “Fuck this. Your friends keep c
ockblocking me.” He groans out loud, staring at me in a carnal manner that makes me want to take him up on his offer.

  “Well, you’re the one who called her.”

  “To make you happy.” He flicks my nose with a smile then turns me around so that I’m in front of him as he leads us to the bar.

  I wonder if he’s like this to all women. He makes me feel so desired, wanted, and special. He’s possessive and seems to genuinely care for me. Those aren’t actions of a man who just wants you for sex … right?