by Ani Gonzalez
The spanking was over leaving her bereft and unsatisfied. She was shaking with desire, her hips convulsing, her body desperately trying to relieve its need.
"Please." Her moans turned into entreaties. "Please."
"Please what, Lily?"
"Please fuck me," she said between ragged breaths. "Please."
She froze as he parted her legs, settling himself between them. He smiled as he admired her, his fingers caressing the inside of her thigh. The light touch made her tense, her body eager for his touch.
"Very wet," he whispered. "I like that."
"Please," she moaned again, arching her back. His fingers hovered over her sex, so close and yet so far.
"I like seeing you like this." His finger traced the edge of her pubis. "Show me how much you want this."
She stared up at him in confusion. This dark forceful man with the commanding voice wasn't the Sebastian she knew.
"Touch your breasts, Lil. Now."
But, she had to admit she liked this new, intense Sebastian. She raised her hands to her breasts, caressing the silky skin lightly. Her nipples were hard and the gentlest touch made her shiver with lust.
"Your breasts are so beautiful," he breathed. "Next time, I'll tie your hands and legs to the bedpost. I'll wrap the cords around you until you're unable to move."
As he spoke, he continued his leisurely exploration of her body, down her thigh, then up, back to her sex.
"I'll leave your breasts free and I'll suck on them until you beg for mercy."
His words made her desperate with desire, but he still didn't touch her clit. She raised her hips, desperate for relief.
"Please," she repeated, panting.
"Such a pretty sound." A final whisper and his hand closed over her mound.
"Please," she moaned as long-deferred pleasure swept over her. His fingers rubbed, firmly, rhythmically and she felt the orgasm build.
"Come for me, Lily, come now."
Her fists clenched on the sheets as she rode her orgasm, hips pumping.
"Please, please, please..." she repeated as the wave of pleasure crested and then broke.
She felt Sebastian climb on the bed. Felt his warm breath on her neck as he thrust into her. She felt the pressure build inside her once more as he thrust again and again.
But there was no release, just an endless spiral of pleasure, growing tighter and tighter with each movement. She wrapped her legs around him urging him on. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he pulled her hips up and thrust harder. The new position made her womb clench, each stroke bringing her closer to climax
She held on to his back as she exploded into another orgasm. Sebastian groaned as her womb tightened around him. She felt him thrust deep once, twice.
They lay on the bed, intertwined, breathing raggedly. He lay heavily on top of her, and his weight was somehow reassuring, proof that this had really happened.
She ran her fingers over his back, enjoying the feel of his body. The plastic jack o' lantern spread a warm glow over the room. She glanced up and caught sight of the tangled bungee cords, still hanging off the bedpost.
She smiled dreamily. The stupid devil monkey had been good for something after all.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
SEBASTIAN WOKE up with a start. It was dark and he was in a strange room, surrounded by a ridiculous amount of pillows. A weird pillow braid—no, wait, tassel—was tickling his nose.
He pushed the offensive ornament away and raised his head. A large, leering pumpkin stared down at him. Its glow illuminated the room and recognition dawned.
Cabin. Devil monkey. Lily.
He calmed down. He was in the cabin. He'd gone to bed with Lily.
His breathing slowed. He hadn't really ran through the streets of L.A. with a pack of paparazzi hot on his heels. It had been just a dream.
Instead he'd been sleeping with Lily in his new bedroom, which, come to think of it, wasn't unattractive. The knotty pine paneling had not been painted, which he appreciated. Cabins should have wood paneling. He also had real furniture, which was a good change. He also had a lot of stupid pillows, which were actually quite comfortable, but they still had to go.
The monstrously large bed with the flowery carvings, however, could stay. He considered the bungee cords still hanging on the bedpost. Yep, ridiculous antique French beds definitely had their uses. In fact, he could think of a couple of things he'd like to do on this bed right now.
Unfortunately, his companion in mischief was now conspicuously absent. Where was Lily? And what was that smell? Was she cooking?
He got up, opened the closet and grabbed a robe that was hanging from a hook. He pulled it on and tied the belt around his waist, still feeling a bit shaken up. How silly to be so affected by a stupid dream. After all, he was used to dealing with the paps. It must be the stress of waiting for Ariel's picture to hit the tabloids. He needed to find Lily. Her laughter would make him forget the dream.
The snow was still falling hard. At this rate, it would take days to get out of this cabin. Good, a couple of days snowed in with sweet, sexy Lily Holroyd was just what he needed.
His stomach growled. What the hell was that smell?
He walked to the kitchen where Lily was taking the pan of brownies out of the oven. She'd rebuilt the fire and the cabin was warm and cozy, which explained why she was dressed only in a pair of very familiar shorts and a white undershirt. He paused to rearrange his robe, as the sight of her in his clothes derailed his blood flow into interesting places.
The cause of his discomfort put the pan of brownies on the counter and turned to him.
"They didn't burn," she said, smiling brightly. "Can you believe it?"
Her smile dispelled all remaining shadows. He caught her, tilted her head back and kissed her smiling lips. She leaned against him, breasts pressing against his chest, and moaned softly as her hip slid over his erection.
"Now that's what I call stamina," she murmured against his lips.
He kissed her jaw, then her neck. He caught the scent of her flowery perfume and realized that the ridiculous pillows on his bed now smelled of her.
Maybe he could reconsider his position on the pillow question.
"Come back to bed," he whispered. "And I'll show you stamina."
She smiled but pulled away.
"Brownies first," she said firmly, opening a drawer and taking out a knife. "Then sex. That's the natural order of things."
He laughed. "I'm not sure I understand your priorities."
But he still backed away. He knew better than to stand between a knife-wielding Lily and a pan full of chocolate.
"You'll understand after you taste these babies." She cut into the chocolate confections with undisguised enthusiasm and piled perfect marshmallow-flecked squares onto a plate. Gooey caramel oozed from the sides and chocolatey scents permeated the kitchen. He smiled, enjoying the sight of Lily in his kitchen, eyes closed in bliss.
And he had to admit that her brownies were very tempting, too tempting, in fact.
"Count me out," he said, backing away from the chocolate. "I'll clean the table."
He walked quickly to the dining area, which was a complete mess, and smiled at the sight of Lily's discarded brassiere. Teenage goal, finally achieved.
"Are you serious? I can't believe you've changed this much. Sebastian Franco saying no to chocolate?"
Why was she so surprised? His eating habits had improved a lot since he'd left Banshee Creek. People could evolve, couldn't they? He bent to pick up the clothes, intending to fold them and put them away. After all, he wasn't going to let Lily get dressed for a good long while.
"I haven't had chocolate in three years," he said, somewhat proudly.
He put the pile of folded clothes on the sofa and caught sight of his discarded cell phone, lying under the coffee table.
"You're kidding, right?" Lily's eyes were wide with disbelief. He might as well have said that he moonlighted as a serial kill
er.
"My trainer doesn't believe in chocolate," he explained, picking up his phone.
Kurt was the best trainer in L.A. He was an ex-Navy SEAL and he demanded rigorous discipline from his charges. Sebastian had joined a twelve-person class, and he was the only one who stuck to the regime for a whole year. It was quite an achievement.
But Lily looked horrified. "How can you live without chocolate for three years?"
"Not just chocolate." He scrolled through his phone notifications. "No flour, or sugar, or bananas."
He had a bunch of messages. Everyone, from his agent to his publicist to his mom, had called. The pictures must have hit the tabloids. Joy. Even Zach had sent him a text, how touching. He didn't feel alarmed though, or even unduly stressed. Here, joking around with Lily, his Hollywood problems seemed very far away.
"Bananas aren't healthy?" Lily giggled. "What are they, the yellow death?" The giggles turned into full-fledged laughter.
He couldn't help smiling. He could picture Kurt evangelizing as to the hidden evils of the banana. Yellow death, indeed.
"Well, they have a lot of sugar," he explained. And also alkaloids, although, to be perfectly honest, he wasn't sure what an alkaloid was, let alone what harm it caused.
He texted his mom to tell her that he was okay and skimmed through the rest of his messages. Ignore the press. Ignore the heads-up on the War of the Gods sequel. Definitely ignore Ariel's many messages. A director he once worked with was putting up Shakespeare's Richard III on London's West End. Would Sebastian be interested in the lead?
Ignore?
He set that one aside. His agent would flip if he took it, but he didn't feel like deleting it just yet.
"I guess a blockbuster movie is worth the sacrifice," Lily said, rearranging the brownies on her plate.
He considered her statement as he put the phone on the table and gathered the dirty dishes. Was it worth it?
He'd spent several happy years as an obscure character actor. He'd worked with brilliant directors, delivered fantastic dialogue and earned a pile of glossy statuettes. He'd collected a tight group of friends from many different countries and he could, if he chose, spend every evening in, enjoying fine food and intelligent conversation with some of the best minds in filmmaking. Hell, he had sailed the Mediterranean with a Nobel Prize-winning poet, declaiming The Odyssey in the original Greek.
Then he met Ariel.
And he spent the past three years eating kale, working out, and squiring his girlfriend to various red carpet events, where the dominant topics of conversation were box office receipts and corporate sponsorships.
Was it worth it?
He carried the dirty dishes to the sink. It had to be worth it. Only a crazy man would turn down a possible War of the Gods sequel to star in a Shakespeare play.
He set the dishes down and turned on the faucet. He poured in some dishwashing liquid and watched as the sink filled up with bubbles. When the water reached the top, he turned it off and left the dishes to soak.
Then he turned to Lily.
"Come to think of it," he said. "I think I will have a brownie after all."
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
"I TOLD you so," Lily said with satisfaction.
She put the leftover brownies in a plastic bag. A small plastic bag because Sebastian had eaten most of the pan, which was pretty much what you'd expect from a man who hadn't tasted chocolate in three years.
Three years. Wow. That was a full thirty-six months. Heck, it was one thousand and ninety-five days. She couldn't even picture going without chocolate for one thousand days. To be honest, she couldn't even manage a week.
Ah, the power of Hollywood. Or maybe the power of Ariel Henderson.
She pushed the thought away. Ariel was old news. She didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was that Sebastian was back in Banshee Creek, eating brownies. With her.
But for how long?
Another train of thought that should be derailed. She really didn't want to think about whether their relationship had any chance outside the cabin. Why worry about tomorrow? Did she want to relive her high school graduation? Did she want to reenact all the tantrums and tears caused by Sebastian's departure for Hollywood? Nope, not at all. She wasn't a heartbroken seventeen-year old anymore. She was a mature, sophisticated—sort of—woman. She could handle a sexy winter interlude without falling apart. All she had to do was not think about Hollywood, or movies, or acting. She would just focus on tonight.
Okay, and maybe tomorrow night.
Sebastian, standing in front of the sink, was finishing his last brownie. He chewed slowly, staring out the window, seemingly lost in thought. She wrapped her arms around his waist and leaned against his chest. Her hands dipped under his robe and she felt warm flesh and taut muscle.
She trailed her fingers over his taut stomach. Oh yeah, tonight was going to get a lot more interesting.
"How do you feel about Richard III?" he asked, still staring out the window.
She stilled her wandering hand. Hunchbacked Plantagenets were not, at this moment, her preferred topic of conversation.
"You know," Sebastian continued, undeterred. "Shakespeare." His voice deepened abruptly. "'And thus I clothe my naked villainy...and seem a saint.'"
Oh, crap. He meant the play. He was already thinking about his next movie? So much for focusing on tonight. She slowly ran her hands down his body.
It was derailment time.
"I like the naked villainy part," she whispered.
He turned to look at her, his gray eyes turning dark.
"I like that part too." He tried to turn to grab her but she stood her ground.
"Too bad you have to do the dishes," she purred, dragging her nails over his thighs. Sebastian shuddered with pleasure.
"What?" he stuttered frowning in confusion.
"Dishes," she repeated, fingers now trailing down his stomach. "You have to do the dishes."
Her fingers grazed his crotch and he tensed. She smiled into the soft flannel draped around his back. He wasn't thinking about Hollywood now.
"Turn the water on, Sebastian."
He shook his head. "This is not the time for games, Lil."
She grabbed the belt of the robe and tightened it around his hips. His neck tensed and his breath hissed out.
Oh dear, she must have hit a sensitive spot.
"I think this is the perfect time for...games," she said. "Water, Bastian. Now."
He hesitated, clearly bewildered then turned on the faucet. Water rushed out, splashing on the dishes and the counter.
"Too much water," she scolded.
But Sebastian ignored her and washed the brownie pan with frenzied movements. She laughed as he set the now-pristine brownie pan aside and turned the water off.
"You're really good at that," she teased.
He turned around, robe soaked, eyes dark with arousal. "I've had lots of practice at washing dishes. Now, Lily—"
"But you're wet now," she interrupted, running her fingers over the warm drops on his chest. "We should do something about that."
She leaned forward to kiss his wet chest. He was breathing hard, hands clenched, and she could feel the hardness of his erection press against her.
"Lil, I really am not in the mood for games," he hissed.
She ran her lips over his skin tasting the water droplets. He tasted warm and hard and she could feel his chest rise and fall with each ragged breath. She was driving him crazy with desire and enjoying every single second.
She swept her hands down his body until she reached his belt. "Are you sure?'
Then she dropped to her knees in front of him. He stood perfectly still, as if uncertain as to what to do. She didn't blame him. This was a very un-Lily thing to do. But this was a new Lily, a not-so-scared, carpe diem version. Wonder Lily, so to speak.
Wonder Lily looked up, smiling mischievously.
"Not in the mood?" she asked, biting her lip as she stared at his erection.
/> He didn't answer, just gasped as she placed her lips at the tip of his cock, kissing it lightly. It jerked, leaving a sweet-salty drop of pre-come on her mouth.
She licked her lips, enjoying the taste of him. Then she sighed theatrically. "Too bad."
Sebastian groaned and she winced as he grabbed her long dark hair and wrapped it around his hand. He pulled her forward with a rough motion until his cock pushed against her lips.
She took him into her mouth greedily, sucking on him with fierce urgency. His fingers tightened on her head and he grew thicker and harder in her mouth. She grabbed his root, her fist pumping him as she sucked on the tip, making him moan. She worked his cock until she felt him tense, felt him push himself into her, ready to come.
Then she stopped.
She raised her head, licking her lips. Sebastian stood, hands clenched tight, his face dark with frustrated desire. She felt a surge of triumph.
She'd put that expression on his face. Wonder Lily.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up roughly, dragging her to the dining table. He pushed her down, breasts pressing on the wooden surface, and pulled off her boxer shorts. She heard the rip of a condom wrapper and then he was inside her, thrusting viciously.
She came instantly, her body painfully aroused after the erotic blowjob. But Sebastian wasn't done yet. His cock slid in and out in a remorseless rhythm. His hand slid under her hip and his fingers found her engorged clit, stroking it without mercy. She moaned as another orgasm built. He pounded into her until she came again, her body clenching around him.
"Fuck, Lil." His voice was hoarse with exertion. "I love feeling you come around me."
Then his rhythm quickened and he pushed himself deeper inside her. She held on to him as he came, savoring the warm weight of his body as he collapsed on top of her.
Moments passed. The cabin was quiet save for their ragged breaths echoing in the stillness.