The cold air hits my nipples. My hands trails down my body and pinching them as I let out a light moan. I feel myself growing wet at the thought of him, although I know it's wrong. I just can't help myself.
I close my eyes and picture his piercing blue eyes staring into mine. A whine leaves my lips. God, the things I would do to have him staring into me at this very moment. I allow one of my hands to slide down further. My fingertips lightly graze the skin that rests on my torso as I work my way down.
He's all I can see. Him kissing me. His hand on the back of my head as his tongue reaches out to take mine. The cameras and lights pointed at us as we lived out the script that was written for us. If only it were real. I want him so badly.
The feeling of his lips still lingers on mine. I know I need to be quiet in this hotel room. I have no idea who invades the room on the other side of the wall, but I'm thankful it isn't him. It would be embarrassing for him to hear me like this.
I let out a soft moan as my fingertips reach my clit. I'm so sensitive just at the thought of him. I wonder what he'd feel like inside of me.
Groans leave my mouth as I draw light circles over my sensitive bud. His name ran through my head.
Sebastian. Sebastian. Sebastian.
I'd never wanted someone this bad in my life. To feel their kiss, to taste them. I want him buried deep inside of me, but I'm just a co-star. It's not going to happen.
My fingers work faster against my clit. Moans escaping my mouth and becoming louder and louder with each complete circle.
"Sebastian." I whisper to myself.
My body becomes tense. I throw my head back. I allow the strong feeling building up in my stomach to take over. I'm so close. I can feel myself dripping onto the bed.
"Sebastian!" I moan louder than intended.
My eyes shut, the feeling becoming harder and harder to contain.
"Is all of that for me?"
I freeze. My eyes snapping open and catching a glimpse at the tall man standing against the wall. Sebastian looks at me. He wears no shirt. Just a pair of pajama pants that gives me insight at just how much this little show was affecting him.
"Oh, don't stop now." He says, "I was enjoying you getting off to my name."
"I-"
He smiles at me.
"At a loss for words, Kitten?"
"How did you get in here?" I whisper. Embarrassment fills in my cheeks. My body begins to grow hot.
"Don't worry about that." He says, walking toward me, "I heard you from my room. I figured you could use a little help instead of having to imagine me."
"I thought you were on a different floor." I whisper. "I-"
"What? You didn't think I could hear you? Honey, I would hear you from six floors away if you were screaming my name the way you just were."
My face grows red.
Sebastian sits at the foot of my bed. His cold hands grab my ankle as his finger slowly starts to rub it. I let out a sigh and tried my best to hide my body from him, but he doesn't allow me to. He squeezes my ankle, his blue eyes staring into my brown ones.
"Don't cover yourself, pretty girl." He says. His hand snaking up my leg. "If your finger can make you scream like that, imagine what I could do to you." His voice is cold and demanding, yet his touch is so soft. "I could have you squirming all over this damn bed."
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The Trilogy: Smuts & One-Shots
FanfictionLooks like I'm starting over. After gaining 200k reads on this story, it was taken down. I'm stubborn, so I'm not giving up that easy. This is a collection of one-shots of three of the hottest men alive (my opinion): Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, and...