Theo’s laugh fills the room. “Yeah, I fucking heard. Stella, your dad’s here.”
“Fuck,” Seb barks as I sink back into the pillow on a groan.
“Want to keep him entertained? Outside, maybe.”
“We’ll be right there,” I reply, much to Seb’s horror.
“You’re not fucking serious,” he asks, disbelief etching into his expression.
Reaching up, I cup his face and smile innocently up at him.
“Fuck me fast, or finish later.”
Dipping down, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and nips hard enough to draw blood. “Or both,” he growls, rolling his hips once more, making me swallow a moan.
His fingers find my clit and he rubs me with the perfect amount of pressure that has me pulling his pillow over my face in only minutes so I can scream out my release.
He follows me only a minute later, a low growl rumbling in his throat as his cum fills me.
“Okay, now we can go deal with what’s going on out there,” he tells me, smacking a kiss on my lips and pulling out of me.
Aftershocks shoot around my body as he does so, and I almost reach for him and demand we start all over. But the reality of knowing my father is probably sitting out on the couch stops me.
“What do you think he wants?”
“To apologise again, hopefully,” Seb mutters, tucking himself away. “Want me to go and find out while you clean up?”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “We do this together.”
“You’re just saying that because you don’t want me to hit him again,” he calls out to me as I slip into the bathroom.
“Yeah, that too. I don’t need you with a broken hand.”
“You’re less concerned about your dad’s face then?” He laughs.
I make quick work of cleaning up the mess we made before finding a clean pair of panties and slipping them up my legs.
“Yeah, I need you fully functioning for a few reasons.”
“Huh, and I thought the only reason you wanted me around was for the orgasms.”
“That’s the main one, yeah.”
I pull the door open and step out, dragging him through after me and effectively cutting off whatever response he might have had. Not that I think for a second he really gives a shit about my father’s opinion. He did just fuck me with him right out here, after all.
“Stella,” Dad breathes when I come into view. His face softens immediately as he looks me over, as if he was expecting me to be hurt.
“Hey,” I say awkwardly. It’s never been like this between us. Even the few times we’ve fought over the years, we’ve always made up almost immediately and cleared the air.
“I’m gonna give you guys some privacy,” Theo says, collecting up his computer and books before disappearing down toward his room.
“You guys want drinks?” Seb asks, being weirdly accommodating. I guess that’s the power of a good orgasm.
“Coffee would be great. Thank you, Sebastian.”
Seb visibly winces. “It’s just Seb.”
Huh. He’s never told me not to call him that.