Chapter 38

"I've been thinking about this ass since you knocked on my door." Sebastian said, unbuckling his belt.

"Leave the suit on. You look hot." She said quickly when he was about to take off his jacket.

Sebastian smirked, nodding. "Alright."

She turned, leaning against the tree and wrapping a hand around it. She hoped it was sturdy enough because death by plummeting headfirst into a tree was not how she imagined herself going. Her dress was bunched in her other hand, her panties pulled down to her ankles. She couldn't help thinking how vulgar this was, having her ass bear and in the air in a park where someone could easily walk by.

At that moment, Sebastian drove into her with one deep thrust.

"Ahh," She gasped, the motion unsettling her.

"You okay, Kitten?" He asked in a breathless pant. "Did that hurt?"

She shook her head as a no, arching her back into him. When he groaned, she knew he understood she wanted him to move.

So he did. He began slow thrusts into her, groaning with every movement. He picked up a furious pace, groaning into her ear as his cock grew bigger inside her with need. Jane was about ready to combust.

"God, I'm in love with fucking you, Kitten. You're a fucking drug," he said huskily, grabbing her waist in his large hands.

Sebastian might have been gentle at first, but soon, as the powerful need for release took over, he became rough and feral. Thankfully the tree was sturdy, and it accepted their weight gladly.

All of a sudden, he pulled out, kneeling. She instinctively spun around, surprised. "Sebas—"

He cut her off by turning her back to face the tree and she huffed out a deep breath when she felt his wet tongue on her clit. The idea of what he'd just done stunned her. Sebastian was eating her fucking pussy after he'd just fucked her.

She felt his tongue flicker inside her and her muscles clenched almost painfully, steeling herself for the onslaught she knew was coming. He grazed her pussy lips with his teeth, lashing into her with the tip of his tongue and nudging at her clit with the bridge of his nose.

Never had any sensation left her crying before. The tears that ran down her face was one of sheer ecstasy. She reached down, pulling his head into her. She needed to cum. Now.

And she did. Hard. Long.

Spent, she crashed back to earth with a heavy pant. Her breasts were almost spilling out of her neckline with the way she was breathing.

"I'm not done with you," He murmured, coming up.

He didn't give her any time to recover before he pushed into her again. Her pussy was dripping. She could feel the moisture dripping down her legs.

"Oh, God," She cried, her nails digging painfully into the hard tree.

Without any preamble, he began fucking her. The stream of emotions that ran through her was confusing. Love, lust, and fear mixed up together.

Love, because she loved Sebastian with a fierceness that scared her. Lust, as in pure, stark-raging unadulterated lust that kept eating at her and fears, because what did this all mean? Was she willing to pay the price of betrayal? The lies and secrets she was keeping from him when he was being nothing less than transparent with her.

As her climax hit her, so did reality.

Sebastian leaned forward with a deep groan as he poured his hot cum into her, resting his forehead on her back.

"Christ. That was…" He trailed off with a pant, pushing off her.

She turned around, adjusting her dress. For some reason, she found she couldn't meet his eyes. A chokehold of betrayal hung around her neck like a chain and it suddenly became hard to swallow.

"Kitten?" Sebastian's worried tone filled the air. He lifted her chin with two fingers and she could see his eyebrows creasing. "Did I hurt you? Did you not like it?"

"I did. I did," she replied, wetting her lips. "It's just…"

"Just what?"

She drew her chin away from his hands, feeling very open. How was she supposed to tell him anything with him looking at her like that?

"Sebastian. There's something I have to tell you."

He didn't respond, only stared at her.

"Alright," She licked her lips again. "I can't do this."

He sighed. "Jane, if this is about last night—"

"It's not." She said quickly. "I mean, it is. What I mean is I can't keep doing this. The sex, the intimacy, it's too much."

After a brief moment, he readjusted his clothes until he was satisfied. In her opinion, he took way longer than he should have. When he was done, he raised his head to her.

"Why not?"

She stared at him blankly. "Why not? What are we doing? Playing pretend? Role-play? Something out of a small village romance novel? What the fuck are we doing?"

"You didn't seem to mind a few minutes ago when I was fucking you against that tree."

She smacked his chest with her two hands. Once, twice, thrice. He didn't so much as flinch. "You're a fucking asshole. You know that?"

"When I hear something I haven't heard before, I'll throw you a dollar." He said dryly. "You and I both know this isn't some sick fairytale I've got stuck in my head. You know as well as I do that this isn't just casual sex. Casual sex doesn't feel this way. Casual doesn't keep you up at night at 2 am wondering why the butterflies in your stomach suddenly came to life. Casual sex doesn't make your heart race faster than the speed of light!"

"I have a fucking fiancé!" She almost yelled with tears running down her face. "I have a fucking fiancé."

He stared at her in surprise, blinking. "What?"