Pink Shades of Words: Walk 2016 (34 page)

Her head fell back as she gasped, "Oh, God! Oh, Sebastian! It feels so good. How does it feel so good? How is it possible? When you touch me, when you kiss me... It's like...inhuman. It's insane."

Her words sent desire rocketing through every inch of my muscles. As she rambled on almost incoherently, in ecstasy, I trailed kisses down her neck and her chest and slid my hands underneath her T-shirt. When they reached her breasts, I began playing with her nipples, which were already hard. Then her flow of words turned into incomprehensible gasps, grunts, and moans. It was like her brain couldn't even form complete thoughts.

I knew the feeling.

I lowered my head to her breasts, mindful that we weren't in our own private space—even though we had started to steam up the windows quite a bit. I made sure I kept her T-shirt down enough so that no one would be able to see anything or tell what was going on if they walked by.

For an extra precaution, I slipped my hand behind her butt and scooted her hips forward so that she was angled below the window line. Not only did I want to protect her privacy and her dignity, but fuck me if I was going to let some random stranger lay eyes on my girl. She was mine and only mine.

I covered first one breast and then the other with my mouth, swirling my tongue over her sweet nipples, always using my fingers to play with whichever of her breasts wasn't getting attention from my mouth. Hey, I didn't want either of them to feel left out!

Her shivers and moans grew more and more frequent and intense until finally she fisted my hair in her hands and violently arched her back. Her entire body convulsed, and she cried in a strangled voice, "Oh, God, yes, Sebastian! Yes!"

She bucked under me for a few more seconds as I continued sucking on her breasts, and then she collapsed into an exhausted heap, her head thrown back. I sat up, tugging her T-shirt down over her breasts so she wouldn't be exposed.

"Did you..." I hesitantly inquired.

She looked up into my eyes, her face flushed and satisfied. "Yeah," she said, disbelief coloring in her voice.

"But I wasn't even touching you," I said, confused.

She giggled. "Yeah, you definitely were."

"No, I mean I wasn't touching you—"

"I know what you meant. But, I mean, apparently that wasn't necessary."

I stroked her hair, which was wet with perspiration, back from her forehead. My other hand was around her waist, my thumb tracing small circles on her flat belly.

"You mean you can come just from me kissing your breasts?" I asked.

She laughed a little as she said, "Yeah. I mean...I guess I can."

Pride puffed up my chest. "Wait a second. Are you telling me that that's never happened before?"

She shook her head, a wicked little smile playing around her lips. "Nope. Never."

I sat up straighter, pride puffing my chest out, and said in a cocky tone, "I'm the only guy that ever made you come like that?"

She grinned. "The one and only, stud."

Wow. I had achieved a lot in my life. Academically, athletically—you name it. But I'd never been quite so proud of any accomplishment as I was of this one. I reclined back in my seat, scooting my pelvis forward, and grinned at her. "I think I deserve a reward, then."

She chuckled. "I agree," she said, sitting up and smiling. She ran her hands over my chest, and when she reached the waistline of my jeans, she unbuttoned my fly with deft but trembling fingers.

I rubbed her back. "Don't be nervous," I whispered comfortingly.

She winked at me as her fingers continued to work. "I'm not nervous," she assured me. "I'm turned on."

"So much better."

"Agreed."

When my pants were completely unfastened, she slid them down my legs, along with my boxers. Then she grasped my shaft in her small hand, which caused my cock to jump. It also pulled a low moan from me as I threw my head back. She pumped her hand up and down, slowly at first before picking up speed.

Then, the best thing of all, she lowered her head and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. I thought my brain might explode from the sheer force of how awesome it felt. If that happened, it would have been well fucking worth it.

"Mmmmm...tastes good..." she murmured in a voice that held a low groan.

I fastened my hands onto the back of her head and forced my eyes open so that I could watch her beautiful kewpie-doll-shaped mouth moving up and down on my steel rod. She gazed into my eyes as she bobbed her head, never breaking eye contact with me, which almost caused me to bust my nut right then and there.

Although I'd never regretted having to do anything so much in my life, I moved my hands down to her shoulders and pushed her head up off my dick. She looked up at me, confusion coloring her expression.

"If you don't stop, I'm gonna come. I don't want to... I mean, we haven't—"

She put her finger across my mouth to stop the words and smiled a small, sexy smile. "Don't worry about that," she said. "I hate to disappoint you, but we’re not going to have sex right now. I definitely don't want our first time to be in a car."

I nodded. Yeah, of course. I was a guy with a raging hard-on, so obviously I was disappointed to hear that. But the part of my brain that was still processing logical thought recognized that she was one hundred percent right.

"Not to mention," she added, "we are actually going to be staying in a hotel tonight. If we can just manage to convince our roommates to give us one of the rooms to ourselves, we'll be all set."

Yeah, there was logic in that, too. I took a shuddering breath and forced myself to nod. "Yeah," I said, trying to hide the disappointment that wanted to creep through in my tone. "Yeah, you're right. We should go ahead and go." I reached down and started to pull my jeans back up.

She laughed and put her hands on my wrists to stop me. With wicked mischief dancing in her eyes, she said, "Hey, now. Nobody said anything about stopping. Just that we weren't gonna have sex."

With that, she lowered her head to my cock again and began to buck up and down while using one hand to follow her mouth and stroke my shaft and the other to massage my balls. In the heightened state I was in, there was no way I could withstand that for more than a few seconds. I came almost immediately, exploding into her mouth.

As I emptied my load, she kept her lips locked around my cock, swallowing every drop of what I gave her. When I was completely spent, she sat up and wiped her mouth, satisfaction written across her face. Then she snuggled into my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my waist, and I pulled her close to me, kissing the top of her head.

"Holy hot damn, you're the best," I breathed.

She laughed quietly. "You have no idea," she said. "I'm just getting started."

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HAPTER SIXTEEN

Michelle

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S
ebastian walked toward me, across the spacious lobby of the hotel the debate tournament was being held in. He held two keycards up as he drew closer, a triumphant smirk gracing his face.

My jaw dropped. "I can't believe you managed to convince them to check both of us in. Kaminsky made a huge point about everyone having to be careful not to forget their IDs because no one was going to be able to check in without IDs, and blah blah blah. Now you just flash your pearly whites and they hand over my room key? I call bullshit."

"Hey, what can I say? It's good to be king."

"Damn sure is, I guess," I teased.

He laced his fingers through mine. "Hey, no worries, babe. The upside for you is that you're my queen."

"Is it good to be queen, too?"

He kissed me long and hard. "You tell me," he rasped.

"Yeah, it's pretty fan-freaking-tastic," I whispered.

I wasn't trying to be coy. Or even seductive. He had just stolen my voice with the power of his hotness. Again. Damn. That was becoming a very annoying habit of his.

In a reluctant tone, he said, "There is one tiny wrinkle I couldn't manage to iron out."

I stepped back, widening my eyes in mock surprise. I splayed my fingers across my chest and made my voice high and unbelieving when I said, "What? How is that possible? I thought it was good to be king? Let me guess. Now you're going to tell me that heavy is the head that wears the crown."

"Yeah, yeah, smartass. Well, here's the thing. I tried to get our roommates to trade places—"

"Why would I want to stay with your roommate?"

He laughed. "God, you're in rare form today."

I smiled and leaned against his chest. I liked that his automatic response was to wrap his arms around me when I did this. "I'm just happy," I murmured. "That makes me witty."

"I guess so. Anyway, I tried to get our roommates to trade places with us. So that we could stay in the same room, and they would be in the same room."

"No dice?"

"Not a one."

"Does whatever girl I'm rooming with feel uncomfortable at the thought of rooming with a guy?"

"No, actually, she was one hundred percent for it. In fact, if I hadn't snatched my hand back quick enough when she tried to grab the room key, I think you'd be staring at a dangling stump right now instead of the handsome limb that you see before you."

"Oh, so it's the guy that doesn't want to switch up the room? That's surprising."

"I know, right? Apparently, he's in a relationship and his girlfriend would have his nuts in a vise if she found out he spent the night in the same room with another girl, even if it was completely platonic."

I made my voice high and sound unbelieving again. "Even if he explained that he was doing a favor for the
king
?"

Sebastian laughed. "Even if. Although I guess I kind of get it. If I found out that you went out of town and spent the night in the same room with some random guy, I'd have to track him down and personally tear his throat out with my bare hands."

"Damn," I said, impressed. "If this guy spends the night in the same room with a girl, his nuts get put in a vise. If I spend the night in the same room with the guy, his throat gets torn out. It seems like the guy is always the one that gets the short end of the scenario."

"That's because of how guys think. Always planning something. You've gotta threaten them with punishment based on what you know they
want
to do, not what they actually did do. That's the only way to keep the fear alive and keep them in line."

I nodded, absorbing that little piece of wisdom. My mouth twitched as I said, "Hmmm. Good to know. I'm definitely going to keep that in mind for the future."

He grasped my upper arms and moved me back a couple of steps, leaning down so that he could look directly into my eyes. There was not a hint of levity about him now. He was completely serious. His tone was grave, and so was his body language.

"You don't have to. It'll never come up. Trust me. With you is the only place I want to be, and you're the only girl I want to be with."

My eyes misted over. Having someone declare their feelings for me so straightforwardly, so passionately and intensely, was something I wasn't sure I would ever get used to. But one thing was for sure: I wasn't used to it yet. Every time Sebastian was honest with me in that raw, guileless way he had, a tsunami of emotions washed over me, threatening to knock me right off my feet.

I didn't know how to respond to that kind of vulnerability, so I cheated. Instead of answering, I lifted myself up on my tiptoes and kissed him. Sure, it wasn't the most emotionally mature thing to do...but from the way that Sebastian wound his arms around me and squeezed like he could never get enough of holding me while his lips pressed to mine with an intensity that actually dwarfed what had come from his words...well, I figured he probably didn't mind too much.

In fact, as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and began to explore, I decided he might have downright preferred it.

"Students, students!" Kaminsky yelled ineffectually in the lobby.

Sebastian didn't stop kissing me though. Didn't even slow his pace. But ignoring a teacher calling for my attention simply went against my nature. I couldn't do it. So I pulled back from Sebastian's delicious kiss and faced Professor K.

"All right, then... All right. Let me see," Kaminsky muttered once he had the majority of our attention. Then he consulted his clipboard. "Ah! Yes. Here we have it. Let's see. You are divided into three groups... No, four groups. And you will be splitting up between the various ballrooms to view different portions of the debate competition. Um, yes...uh... Your name tags... Let me see... No, oh, all right... You need to pick up blank name tags and fill them out..."

Our teacher babbled distractedly with instructions for at least ten minutes. Most of the students standing around the lobby were either staring off into space or engrossed in their phones or tablets. When the endless instructions finally finished, small clumps of students began to wander off to the various ballrooms. A couple of them who had been paying better attention than the rest walked over and took a blank name tag before heading back to the hall that led to the conference rooms, but it was a relatively small number.

Sebastian grabbed my arm and pulled me aside. In a mischievous and excited tone, he quietly said, "This thing is completely disorganized. It's a fuckin' mess, in fact. Not to put too fine a point on it. Kaminsky's never going to know if we were in one of those ballrooms or not. You wanna get outta here? Go see the city?" His eyes were sparking with adventure.

I don't know what possessed me. It ran completely contrary to my nature to do something like cut class, play hooky, or whatever you want to call it. Deliberately not fulfilling one of the requirements of the class I was enrolled in was ssssoooo not me! But, without even giving any of that a second thought, I smiled and shot back, "Sure! Sounds like fun."

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C
HAPTER SEVENTEEN

Sebastian

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"I
really think San Francisco might be the perfect city to explore on foot. Everything you'd want to get to is right there, or if it's not, it's a quick bus ride away." I gave Miche a quick kiss. God, I loved being able to do that whenever I wanted to! "Of course, anyplace would be amazing to explore as long as we were doing that exploring together."