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“Why are we here?” Sebastian asks, annoyed that he let Jenson coerce him into this. Mark and Val were both busy, the former in a presentation and the latter at the rink for practice.
One of the pro’s of his major is that he actually tends not to have too many outside projects, leaving him with 10% more free time than everyone else. A con is Jenson has the same and claims doing stupid shit like this is ‘on the ground journalism mate.’
“Scantily clad folks.” The man answers simply, knocking back his shot with the experience of a man who has built a scary tolerance. He shakes his head with a noise and grins at Seb who rolls his eyes and joins him.
“I don't want to look at people in tasteless outfits.” He’d much rather have stayed back and spent valuable time with Lewis.
The more he thinks of her, the more he begins to resent Jenson for dragging him here.
“Only you would see tits and ass as tasteless,” Jenson claps his back, “C’mon man, I don't get why this Lewis girl has you so hung up over her.”
Sebastian squints, “If she were able to come, her costume would be a lot more—elaborate.”
Jenson shrugs casually, “Eh. Oh yeah, one of my mates said he invited this girl Angela and her friends.”
Sebastian raises an eyebrow, “This is relevant because..?”
He pats Sebastian’s back. “Get another drink and take the stick out your ass or I’ll shove it up through your mouth for you.”
Sebastian stares before grabbing the next shot and tapping it on the counter, throwing it back in a smooth motion before setting it back down with a pointed tap.
Jenson smiles, “Good man.”
Sebastian tries to not just be a miserable downer as time progresses, mingles with some of the other people there. Sees some odd costumes and many lazy ones, bananas bought on amazon last minute, niche references and memes.
Meets a guy who matches his own shaggy costume, albeit more faithful to the costume with longer hair and at some points meets more and more slutty versions of the rest of the crew.
He sees someone doing body shots, takes a hit of someone's blunt before remembering that it stinks and that’s Jenson’s thing, not his. There’s couples in the corners getting hot and heavy and it’s when he’s passing the front to go get another drink when he sees it.
Her.
What.
He swears on everything he just saw beautiful dark skin on display, and not to be bleak but there aren't many black people here. It catches his attention as he turns to look further and that's when it registers.
Long dark hair cascading down her shoulders and back, smooth brown skin shiny even under the dim lighting in the place. An ornate gold and silver headpiece adorns their head, matching all the other hardware all over their body.
He feels a moment of shock at the person potentially just being topless before they turn slightly and he sees the important bits are hidden from view. The black skirts and arm clothes are flowing and elegant and it takes him a second to register exactly who the character is.
It’s Akasha? He recalls Lewis’ obsession with Aaliyah and how he sobbed watching the movie where she was a vampire, mourning her death even years later.
“She was the greatest man, never going to be another like her.”
Seb nodded and rubbed Lewis’ back. “She’s very enticing here.”
Lewis laughs through the tears, “Right? God the costume designer was amazing.”
And it should be no surprise that he sees that face as the person turns. Lewis has the same sleek makeup and accessories Aaliyah had, including the fangs that are on display a second later as she laughs.
He’s stunned, both because she said she couldn't make it to this party and because she looks fucking good.
She looks up past Ange who’s dressed as Black Widow and Miles who flanks Lewis dressed as Prince Naveen, and spots Sebastian, waving with a bright grin.
Out of character but still lovely.
He gives a weak grin back, brain still reeling seeing a full frontal of the cups on her breasts. He sips his drink to distract himself, but Lewis starts walking over. For an insane second he considers running away, as if he hadn't been commiserating over her not being able to make it all night.
“Seb, Seb, Seb!” She sing-songs as she sashays over, sliding into the character's behaviours as her entire demeanour changes. She leans in close to Seb, dragging tantalizing fingers up his stupid green shirt as she seems to judge him.
“Lewis.” He breathes, greedily taking in all the exposed skin. He sees the stares from party onlookers and wishes he could just sequester her away from hungry eyes.
“Are you Shaggy?” Lewis laughs as she inspects his outfit, including the little Scooby plush attached to his waistband.
“The one and only.” He grins and he can't stop staring at those fangs in her mouth.
“I mean you could've been the other Shaggy.” She retorts and he tilts his head.
“Other Shaggy?”
“Like—“ She bursts into song for a few seconds and he finally recognizes it from her playlist. He throws his head back laughing at the voices she impersonates too.
“No, I’m not that Shaggy.” She snickers at his response.
“Did you expect me?” She asks teasingly, poking his side and breaking character.
He tries to play it off, even just a little. “I was a little suspicious that you couldn't go to a costume party.”
“Aw, really?” She pouts and Seb caves under zero pressure like a house of noodles.
“No, I didn't have a clue.” He sheepishly admits, hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.
That's when he hears from across the room, “To the girl dressed as that sexy vamp, meet me in the kitchen!” He hears hoots accompany the hollering and looks back to Lewis.
She shrugs, “I didn't realise it’d be such a hit.”
“You’re half naked Lewis, this really shouldn't surprise you.” He says before his mind catches up and he bites his lip nervously.
Lewis looks at him, shocked. “I guess yeah,” She unwraps a chocolate, “Is that what you think too?”
Sebastian blinks at the comment. Something in him cracks further. “Do you want my honest opinion?”
Lewis tilts her head, chewing on the chocolate she lifted from one of the candy bowls.
“Is it too much or something?”
“You look good.” He says, hand clenching with the urge to reach out and settle on her bare waist, caressing the shiny stretch marks and rubbing the cute mole. He may tear his hair out.
She smiles softly, “Thanks man, I think you do too.”
He scoffs, “I had to ask Jenson for a green shirt, this is so last minute.”
“I mean it's a good last minute,” Lewis’ eyes flit to the side for a second, "A lot of the last minutes don't even make sense.”
“I’ve met a lot of cast extras.” Seb agrees emphatically to which they both chuckle. His eyes won't stop looking down at the exposed skin before rising to a socially acceptable height.
They’re chatting for a bit more when a freshman Seb barely recognizes is running for a ball and knocks his drink into Lewis, spilling down her front.
Lewis gasps at the cold sensation, hands flashing out in reflex as she jumps back. He watches helplessly as beer trails down her, leaving a sticky trail down her tits and stomach. The big guy upstairs is testing him.
“Dick!” She calls out and the guy and his friends don't even respond, distracted and intoxicated as they are.
Seb scrambles to help, grabbing her bare arm to guide her to the kitchen for some paper towels. He sighs as he finds a roller, yanking some and bundling it to help wipe the drink off of her.
Lewis is quiet as he does, and he tries not to be so obvious about the ogling, drying the drink from the valley of her tits and her soft stomach, pressing at all of that tempting skin.
As he dabs at the cups around her tits, he wonders and with zero tact blurts out, “Did it get under them?”
“Did they pardon?”
“The cups. For your costume? Did the beer get under them?” His hands raise to touch before he stops, hovering centimeters away at her wide eyed look.
“I..I’d need to go somewhere else to check.” She looks up at him. Sebastian nods and grabs some more towels before scouting the room for the stairs up to an empty room. He doesn't acknowledge the elephant that is him joining her for a one person job.
As he tugs her down the hallway, his brain flashes with the sound of her gasp when the cold beverage spilled onto her, the way she looked up at him as he touched her to clean it all, shiny brown eyes imploring.
He jiggles a few locked door knobs before one opens for him and he ushers her in. He flicks the lights on and sees a fairly plain room, some trophies in the corner and a simple blue bed spread. He guides her to sit as he crouches in front of the bed, eyelevel with her.
“Seb?”
“Yeah?” He asks.
“Why—I can't exactly check.” Lewis tells him softly, picking at the pilling on the duvet.
He raises an eyebrow in confusion. “What? Is it causing some kind of reaction?”
Lewis shakes her head before saying bluntly, “Mate, I’d be baring my tits while you’re here?”
Sebastian swallows.
“So?”
“So? So I’d be exposing myself so you can clean the beer from my boobs?”
He tries for a grin despite the riotous feeling in his chest screaming for her to do exactly that.
“What’s a little exposure between friends?”
She pops her lips, exasperated. “Thats not a very friendly thing to do.”
He hums, considering her viewpoint if really just to seem less like a horndog. “If it helps, I could tell you I’d enjoy it?”
Lewis is taken aback. “Give me the napkins.”
“No!” He says defensively, tugging them to his chest as if Lewis would fight him for them.
“You are being very unserious right now Seb, give me the napkins so I can clean up.”
He shakes his head, "They're my napkins.”
“Are you drunk?” She looks at him, incredulous to the bone. It's clear she thinks he’s intoxicated and that this isn't his real mind speaking.
He shakes his head like a damn dog and Lewis lunges again. He leaps back and they engage in a staring contest like an old western.
“Lewis.”
“Seb, this is silly. Give me the napkins and go enjoy the party.”
“No.”
“Are you—are you really fighting me over drying my own boobs, man?”
“Yes.” He says, a little surprised at the admission himself. Doesn't make it any less true. He is in some rando’s room, holding napkins, fighting his long time crush over whether he can take the boob cups off her costume to clean her tits.
“…yes?” She stares and he shrugs again.
“Yes.”
She seems to sigh and deflate before just reaching up to grab each cup and peel it back. In the next second her tits are bared for him to see, dark, round areolas catching his attention as water pools in his mouth. The shiny barbells through the pointed buds makes him feel crazy.
“Fuck.” He whispers, taking in the view.
Her hands come to cover them, embarrassed. “Can you give me the napkins now?”
It turns out they really had gotten wet, and Seb walks closer with the stupid paper towels to perform his initial function. “Let me see again?”
She battles with something as she looks up at him, standing above her with something in his eyes that makes her listen.
Her hands slide down beside her sides and he drinks in the sight of her full breasts like a starving man. His hands raise to dry the sticky beer off the curves of plush skin and wonders at licking it all off as he looks back to catch her eyes.
"What’re you doing Seb?," Lewis asks softly. Sebastian just ignores her, ignores the part of his brain begging him to stop, and leans down towards her chest. A breathy sigh leaves her parted lips as Seb presses a kiss to her flushed chest. That sigh turns into a soft gasp as Seb licks over pebbled nipples, tasting hints of lager. The warm metal from contact with her body heat feels marvelous.
"'M cleaning you up," Seb mumbles as he sucks marks into the warm skin. Lewis tangles her fingers in Seb’s hair, scooting back and dragging him on top of her.
“You’re such a pervert.” She gasps as he fully dedicates himself to licking and biting at her tits.
He pulls back to quip, “That’s me alright.”
“You were supposed to just help me clean up.” She arches into one of the meaner bites on her right nipple as his hand snakes up to pinch the left one in tandem.
She whines and clamps her legs around his waist as he works, tugging him in closer to get a good grip on him. The sensation of the sting, then soothing of her tender tits, already pebbled from Sebastian’s leering gaze the entire night, makes her feel drunk.
She laces her fingers in his hair as he drags appreciative hands up her smooth thighs, almost reverent with his actions. His calloused fingers settle on her hips as he pulls back to stare at her.
They’re quiet, panting before he pitches down to claim her mouth, finally finally getting the kiss he’s been yearning for since that night a few months back. The night when they kissed by the water, and never acknowledged it.
Not until now at least.
He slides a hand up into the braids, tracing the repeating plaits as he licks into her mouth. His tongue battles with hers and she moans into his mouth in response. He’s so fucking hard right now he could cut a diamond.
He pulls back and rests his head on her shoulder.
Her chest rises rapidly and falls as she catches her breath. Sebastian laughs under his breath, shoulder shaking.
“What?” She asks softly, hand brushing Sebastian’s hair back from his face.
“I’m convinced I’ve gotten blackout drunk and hit my head on the ugly coffee table.” He kisses Lewis’ mouth as he confesses.
She frowns, "That's awfully…violent.”
“Do you know how fucking long I’ve been waiting for this chance, schatzchen?” He rubs a thumb over her bottom lip as he speaks, lips soft with gloss. Her pink little tongue peeks out to lick at the pink tip with a little grin.
“You look so good in your costume, walking around basically naked.” Sebastian mused and watched Lewis puff her cheeks indignantly.
“I’m not even naked.”
“Sometimes not being fully naked and like—implying it is more sexual.” Sebastian hums and Lewis seems confused before she dismisses it.
“I’m not even entertaining that right now.”
Seb’s voice was a purr, almost clairvoyantly reading Lewis’ mind as he leaned in close enough now that Lewis could feel his warm breath against the skin of her neck, goosebumps prickled upwards to meet it. “You know, you always get this look on your face when I see you and I don’t know if I’m going crazy by noticing it or not.”
Lewis swallowed, heart pounding in her chest now so hard that she could hardly hear Seb’s whisper past the sound of it. “What look?” Lewis implored, watching Seb’s finger tap at his cheek idly.
“You always look like you’re dying for me to touch you.” Seb whispered, salacious, and Lewis could have exploded at the sound of his low voice so close to her ear now, “Do you want me to touch you?”
“I don’t want you to hold back.” Lewis’ whisper was breathy. “I want you to touch me, Seb.” She begged now, too overtaken with desire to even consider being embarrassed at how desperate she sounded. She’s feeling a heartbeat where a heartbeat isn't supposed to be found.
Seb’s lips were upon Lewis’ skin in an instant, hand moved up higher on her thigh at the very same time, tightening hard as he kissed the Brit again softly on the lips, mouth warm and taste sharp from the memory of the beer he licked off her. Those lips didn’t stay pressed to Lewis’ for long as they lowered down her chin to her neck where he kissed with tongue and teeth.
Lewis moaned softly when Seb got a bit too nippy and sunk a bite into the delicate flesh of Lewis’ neck, sucking and tonguing at the spot which would no doubt bloom into a hickey now that he’d broken skin. Nico and her never really did makeouts, and he really only occasionally gave love bites.
As embarrassing as it is for everyone to know what she’s been up to, she also loves how claiming and possessive it is.
Breathing, forehead to forehead, Sebastian slowly lowered Lewis’ shaking hands down and pressed them hard over the outline of his cock in his brown jeans, pressing down over top of Lewis’ hands onto it.
Lewis bit her lower lip in blatant desire, starting to slowly stroke the turgid outline where Sebastian had her palms pressed urgently. Seb gifted her with a soft groan when Lewis had felt a little extra daring and squeezed him gently.
“Can I-“ Lewis didn’t finish the thought, though he did gesture towards Lewis’ zipper.
“Can you what, liebling?” Seb asked through another groan, eyes laser focused on Lewis’ tattooed hand.
“Can I see your cock?” She stumbles over the profanity but still persists in saying it anyways. He squeezes his eyes shut to control his roaring desire as the urge to corrupt grew worse.
Seb didn’t answer that at first, didn’t even lift his eyes to see the way Lewis’ big brown eyes had softened, just simply kept his eyes pressed down into Lewis’ hand. He can barely think, and the idea of her being shy about touching his cock may lead to him coming too fast.
“Please, Seb?” Lewis pleads with the man who’s pinned her to the bed, “Can I see it please?”
Seb’s eyes slid up to meet Lewis’, half lidded with desire. He breathes a gusty sigh as he kisses her forehead, feeling like one giant vibrating ball of energy.
“Oh, schatzchen, you’re such a darling asking me. So, so polite like that.” Sebastian praised, guiding Lewis’ hands to the metal of his zipper, eyes still half-lidded as he watched Lewis gingerly pull the zipper down. The German shifted upwards quickly, releasing his grasp over the Brit’s hands finally to shuck his jeans down enough to pull his erection out.
Lewis went to touch it but Seb stopped him quickly, pulling him out from underneath him. Her hungry eyes didn't leave it as she nodded.
“Why don’t you take the rest of your clothes off for me first.” Sebastian ordered, hands brushing the niche thick black fabrics Lewis had no doubt painstakingly prepared for this outfit.
“Has anyone seen Sebastian?” A voice calls from the hallway and the man above Lewis rolls his eyes in annoyance.
“Who is that?” She asks, hands raking through Sebastian's hair, playing with the soft strands.
“My roommate Jenson. I told you about him, yes?” Recognition lights up in her eyes and she nods at him.
“The comm and journo major?”
“He’s the one who told me about this party.” She confirms to which she giggles. He smiles and kisses it from her lips, hands on her thighs.
“It seems like he’s looking for you?”
Sebastian makes an annoyed face scrunch towards her and she reaches her soft hands up to rub the lines from his face, shivering as his hands reach further up her skirt.
“Seb, you in there? I know that girl you like didn't come but there's no need to be antisocial.” Jenson says as he jiggles the doorknob, making Lewis tense up.
Sebastian looks at her as he tugs her underwear down, pretending he can't hear Jenson trying to get in. She is clearly torn between paranoid looks at the door and needy looks at him.
“Mate, Ange says your Lewis is here? You have to introduce me man, I’ve got to see who has you so hung up.” Lewis looks at him with eyes full of mirth and he huffs a laugh before he finally gets the panties off her legs.
Of course he’s not taking the skirt off.
“I’m fine Jenson, you can go.” He calls back, regretful to pull back from the delicious platter before him to answer the other man.
“C’mon man, I’ve got a beer for you.” Jenson messes with the knob again.
Seb smiled, teeth biting over his top lip as he ignored the voice at the door and instead pressed the two fingers to her cunt, not yet pushing inside but circling the area, spreading the wetness. Lewis gasped, eyes going wide as she opened her mouth to protest but Sebastian just pressed his free hand over it to silence her.
“We're occupied at the moment, can you try back later?” Sebastian called out to Jenson, sounding calm and collected, as if his fingers weren't inside of her right now. She clenches suddenly, so, so aware of the intruders in her.
Lewis moaned quietly at the sensation, unable to hold it back even though she knew there was a chance Jenson could hear her. Thank god Seb’s hand was still pressed over her mouth to muffle the loudest of her noises. He wasn't aware yet but she got quite noisy. Seb pressed into Lewis deeper and his breath hitched as he watched Lewis’ eyes flutter, almost rolling back into her head by the sensation alone.
Seb regarded the look of bliss contorting Lewis’ features as he pressed on, “I bet you like the idea of getting caught, I bet you like the idea of Jenson coming in here and seeing how well you take my fingers, huh?” Sebastian, always one for teasing, pressed his third finger inside now, sliding both fingers knuckles-deep inside of Lewis.
Sebastian steals even more deep indulgent kisses from her as he warms her up, grinding his aching cock into her thigh as he stretches her cunt. She trembles around him at the sensations, tiny gasps sucking the air from between them. He moves his hand from muffling her temporarily.
“Seb, seb, seb.” She whimpers into his ear and he shushes her with a kiss to the forehead as he continues.
“Please don't tell me you’re wanking off all sad in there man, that's just pathetic,” Jenson continues, “It’s not like we haven't seen each other do that shit anyways.”
He sees Lewis’ eyebrows furrow as she half listens and he distracts her once again with speeding his finger fucking up.
It gets to a point where the wet noises are so loud and Lewis is arching, grabbing the sheets when she moans, deep and loud on accident and Sebastian knows the jig is up.
“Are you scoring right now?” The man laughs incredulously, “After all the times I’ve invited you to join me, you’re really not going to offer back?”
“I’ve never taken you up on any of the offers.” Sebastian snarks helplessly as Lewis reaches her hands to tangle in her own hair, fingers laced through the braids and tugging.
He’s also never told Lewis of the many offers to join Jenson from the man himself, recruiting him or even Mark for threesomes.
“She has to be fucking mint if she’s distracting you from Lewis man, c’monnn let me see,” The communications major goes quiet for a second, “Wait these are the shitty handles where you can just twist the lock, eh?”
Sebastian feels defeat wash over him as the lock turns, trying to ignore the impending introduction of one of the biggest pains in his ass. He knows once Jenson sees her, it’s a wrap for him.
Lewis blinks at him, eye lashes damp with unshed tears as he uses a calloused thumb to rub at her engorged clit meanly. He feels it twitch wildly under his ministrations, clearly begging for more direct contact as he leaves it be again.
He wishes he could see but right now he can't imagine stopping right now to grant himself that, and there’ll be plenty of chances later on to do so. For now he peppers more kisses and bites on her collarbones.
“I can feel you tighten every time he talks, schatz.” He whispers to her crassly. She whines and her hips buck into his fingers, shaking hand coming down to grab at his wrist, but unsuccessful in stopping him.
There's nothing short of death that could stop him from getting in and hearing her come right now.
Jenson gets the fucking door open.
He feels Lewis bite his shoulder anxiously, burying her face into it and hiding away as Jenson enters, bottles clanking.
“Oh shit,” He says in greeting and Lewis curls even further into a ball. Sebastian spread further to use his body to semi-blanket her, although it's clear he isn't making a big effort.
“Hi lovely,” Jenson coos at her, “God man, you could've told me you’re getting lucky?” The last part is directed at him instead of Lewis now. Jenson locks the door behind himself, looking for a seat to settle in and slouches into it, sipping his beer as he takes them in.
Sebastian pulls back to look at Lewis, curling his head down the nudge hers. She looks at him with those nervous eyes, expecting him to hide her and kick him out. He doesn't do that.
Just looks lazily over to the taller man and rolls his eyes at what he sees. “Fucking pervert.”
“You’re fucking a hot chic and I’m not allowed to enjoy it?”
“A normal friend would've left once he realised his friend is busy.” Sebastian grits out as he continues fingering her. Lewis squeaks into his clavicle, mouthing weakly at the clothed skin. Sebastian is still clad in the stupid green shirt and khaki’s, dick bobbing against her thigh, leaving a trail of come.
“I’m the furthest thing from a normal friend you have, Seb.” Jenson chuckles. He sets his fake axe down beside the chair and unbuttons the first few buttons on his shirt.
“Is he—just going to stay?” Lewis asks him in his ear shakily and Sebastian looks at her with a smile.
“You don't like an audience?”
Jenson must overhear because his next words are a response. “Oh don't mind me, just a curious onlooker.”
A laugh escaped Sebsstian at that and he shakes his head. Lewis’ neck flames further red as Sebastian pulls his fingers out with a pop, clear evidence of how wet she got on his fingers dripping down to his wrist.
“Doesnt seem like you hate the audience…” Sebastian tuts as he licks the fingers, pulling back to tug his shirt off in one movement. Lewis slowly rises from her shell, trying to ignore the presence in the room.
“Want you to ride me, hm? Want to watch you work for it.” Sebastian implored Lewis who just stares with wide eyes again. He finally feels a tinge of worry for her.
“You hearing me, engel?” The pet names are just flying out of him tonight but he can't bring himself to care for that.
“No—yeah. Sorry.” She shakes her head to focus and Sebastian tuts.
“You’re fine love. Overwhelmed?” He crowds her in and Lewis doesn't respond.
“Jenson, out—” Sebastian says finally and the man crosses his legs, still relaxed.
“No! No. He—he can stay.” She finally answers and Sebastian feels that same bubbling feeling in his chest return at the words. His girl is such a little secret slut, and he’s ecstatic to slowly tease each new fact out of her.
“Oh, she’s into being watched, huh?” Jenson sets his beer down, eyes completely focussed on her. Sebastian elects to lean back now, cock still hanging free and exposing her to the other man.
Jenson leers, gaze so clearly conveying his improper thoughts on her as she reaches her hands up to cover her tits. Sebastian doesn't let that last however, grabbing them and letting him take his fill.
“Fuck, naughty girl has her tits pierced too?” Jenson comments and Lewis looks away from the both of them, head facing the wall as her legs squirmed.
“Didnt even know she did that too, just found out,” Sebastian says into the air, “Been hiding it away from everyone.”
“I’m not naughty—“
“Sure looks like it. This slutty costume is sign number one.” Jenson ribs meanly and her head snaps over defiantly to glare at him.
“All I’ve heard about you is how much you get around so no, I’m not taking your opinion on what’s slutty.” She hisses at Jenson, annoyance skyrocketing. Sebastian sits back watching the spectacle unfold as she sits up, indignant.
“Sure, I’m a slut,” He shrugs with a smirk, “But you are this little demure creature this guy’s been raving about for years.”
“Are you sure you want him here, Lewis?” Sebastian asks clarifying and she turns her squinting eyes to him.
“You think I can't handle him either?” She asks, betrayed. Sebastian raises innocent hands.
“I just don't want to overwhelm you.” She glares at him too now and he watches her get up from her position on the bed, unclipping something on the skirt and letting it fall to bear her entire body.
He sees the shiny wetness all over her thighs, body waxed smooth and decorated with all her tattoos. He sees Jenson taking in the same thing, watching her stand up confidently and walk over to him, hips swaying.
It’s somehow intimidating, the headpiece and makeup still intact, the hunting nature of her walk, all of it. He doesn't think he can get any harder.
Jenson swallows as she stops right by his knees, reaching a hand out to grab his shoulder and stabilize herself, before sliding in to straddle his lap.
She leans into his ear, “I’m sure I can handle the both of you.”
Jenson rests his hands on her bare waist, sliding them up to cross over her back and brush her hair. Lewis makes a soft noise, her own hands coming to loop around his neck.
“Fuuck, yes please.” He does a stupid charming grin up at her and she rolls her eyes. Her delicate hands drift from his shoulders to his abs and down to his crotch, playing with the buttons that hide him from her.
She gives him big doe eyes as she does, flicking at the button. “Can I?”
He nods, no words said.
She plucks it open, her hand pressing on the turgid outline of his cock through the dress pants. “God, look at you.” He breathes, helpfully raising his ass so she can tug the pants down to his thighs.
He’s in for another surprise when she steps out of his lap, folding gracefully to her knees and looking up at him as she nuzzles his knee. His eyes flit to Sebastian’s who’s just as shocked but just as turned on.
She extends up and leans her face in real close, taking a deep inhale before her tongue finds the wet patch on his grey boxer briefs. She moans softly as she licks it, tasting the salty cum soaking it. Jenson’s hand trails to settle in her hair.
She bites the waistband, tugging it down his hips with her teeth and blinking suddenly as his cock springs up from under the elastic.
“Are your canines really that sharp?” The man asks when he sees the borderline fangs in her mouth. He can't believe it but his cock twitches imagining the danger.
She just smiles at him, flexing them even more as her hand comes to wrap around the length, feather light as she leans to drag her tongue up the underside, long and slow. He groans as she continues those little kitten licks, tasting him.
He watches her smack his tip on her tongue, specks of precum settling pretty on that pink appendage and he bites his lip. He hadn't expected this at all.
Messy, wet drool leaks from her mouth and all over his cock, the exact way he fucking loves blowjobs. She takes him into her mouth, lips stretched arousingly as she moans around his cock. He can barely think as she sinks down, eyes watering as she takes in more.
His head falls back as she gets to work, tongue swirling and licking at the veins in his cock as her hand works in tandem, stroking what can't fit in her mouth. Yet.
She takes breaks to lick over the entire length, eyes hooded as she fades into her own world. He’s never met such a natural cockslut before and he’s not letting this go.
Sebastian seems to agree, going by how he's slowly stroking his cock across the room.
Lewis goes down even further after a bit, fitting even more in her mouth and Jenson groans loudly when his cock slides down her throat. His thumb goes down to rub the tear that gathers in her eyes gently, avoiding smearing the makeup.
They can ruin that later.
His hips buck into her mouth and she gags but takes it in stride, readjusting so he could go on fucking her mouth, hands guiding her head along to the rhythm.
He gets caught up in the sensations, eyes closing. It’s why he’s surprised when he feels her get tugged off of him suddenly. He opens his eyes to see her looking up at Seb, lips swollen and wet and looking up at Seb who has his hand tangled in her hair.
“Such a natural at that.” He coos, swiping some of the drool that had run down her chin off and letting his own cock smack her cheek. Lewis sticks her tongue out but he keeps her in place.
Jenson sits forward now. “What do you want, baby?”
Lewis whines before uttering a quiet, “Want you in me.”
His eyebrows raise faux-condescendingly. “Just was. Gonna have to be more specific, doll.” The pet name is so natural, she just seems to elicit that reaction.
She pouts, a hand reaching up to pat at Seb’s and get him to release her but he doesn't. Jenson spots how he does relax his grip enough that her posture relaxes from pain-tense.
“Want you to fuck me.” She says, eyes turning to innocence and her attitude the ‘butter wouldn't melt’ one. Sebastian groans at her words and hoists her up from the floor and back over to the bed.
Jenson follows this time, stripping down his shirt and tie, fully shucking his pants with his boxers off. Sebastian follows suit, settling Lewis on the mattress before hooking his fingers under the waistband of his briefs and lowering both it and the khaki’s down, kicking them off.
“Hands and knees for me.” Sebastian demands, not asks, and Lewis obeys, rolling over onto her stomach and rising up. Jenson runs his palms along her back, in awe at how obedient she’s being for them.
Jenson comes up in front of her and smiles, leaning down to make eye contact and seeing that dopey smile. She blinks at him slowly and smiles. After all that sassiness earlier, she’s putty again. He’s keeping her.
“Can you be a good girl and suck Jenson off, liebling?” Sebastian murmurs to her and she nods, head bobbing. He watches her tilts her head up to the other man who steals kisses from her, grabbing her jaw to keep her in place as he plunders her mouth.
Her mouth is warm and wet and he can even taste himself on her tongue. The woman mewls into the air between them as he bites at her bottom lip, tongue licking over to soothe the area. He laps over those sharp canines too, still curious as to whether or not they were real as they looked quite natural, quite hot.
Sebastian clearly is doing something behind her because he feels her jump and lurch forward. She lets a quick high pitched gasp off as he touches her.
Jenson pulls back to see and Sebastian seems to be getting a quick one in, licking at her cunt and he perfectly catches the moment the man spits on the cleft of her ass, watching it run down over her asshole and down to her cunt.
He silently mourns not getting to eat out that wet, plump cunt he saw earlier but resolves to set aside at least 3 hours later for tummy time while between her legs.
He himself straightens up, his cock bobbing in front of her face. Her pink little tongue comes out to try to get a taste from the dark red tip but he moves it away at the last second. He threads a hand in her hair, most likely fraying her braids.
“Ah, ah. Ask nicely for it, baby.” He wraps a hand around his own cock, stroking it a few times and smacking it against her cheeks distractingly. She makes a noise in protest as she chases it weakly, looking up to him with those dark eyes.
“Please.” She murmurs.
He hums as if he doesn't know what she’s talking about. He can see she wants to fight him back on it, but he’s sure she realises it's more debasing to fight him on sucking his cock, even if he would probably come on the spot if she did.
“Please what?” Jenson inquires, “Say it for me.”
She visibly steels herself, forcing the complaints and brattiness down as she’s so horny she could honestly explode. “Please—“
Jenson stays quiet, hearing her struggle.
“Please fuck my—my mouth.” She stammers on the vulgarity and a meaner Jenson on a meaner day would force the words from her perfectly but this isn't that day and this isn't the time.
“Such a good girl, open wide.” He wrenches her head back and she sticks her tongue back out, mouth wide as he slowly pushes his cock back in, feeding his length inch by inch.
She gets halfway with no trouble but the next few inches are a struggle at this angle and he does nothing to help. He always loved the sound of gagging and the helplessness of them trying to fit it all.
He throws his head back when she sinks the final few inches down, nose close to buried in the hair at the base of his cock. “Fucking good girl, taking all of it.”
His hand reaches down to feel at her throat as he pulls out, the outline of his cock distorting the passage as he pulls out and pushes back in, a thick clicking noise sounding as he pulls from her throat canal.
Sebastian groans as he watches her take it all before focussing back between her legs again, rubbing his cock over the dark delicious folds and revealing the hot pink insides. He spots cute little moles on her ass cheeks that he brushes his thumb over.
Sebastian’s hands settled on Lewis’ hips then moved to her ass, spreading her open. Lewis felt the tip of his cock press against her opening and gasped around Jenson in her mouth.
Sebastian pushed in slowly, allowing Lewis to feel every inch, every vein that lined his cock. When he finally bottomed out, his grip was bruising, as if letting go of Lewis meant she would disappear.
“Holy shit. Fucking—scheiße, you’re sucking me in—”
Sebastian grunted. He drew back ever so slowly and then snapped his hips forward, sheathing himself inside Lewis’ wet heat, his balls slapping against her ass. Lewis moaned, choked slightly by the presence of Jenson’s cock in her mouth and the vibrations around his cock caused him to grip Lewis hair and groan.
She’s clueless as they make eye contact over her and agree to a stilted rhythm, one after the other. The two men began to establish a steady pace, leaving Lewis fucked full on both ends. Her brain went fuzzy as she was used, as Jenson and Sebastian’s hands fondled and grabbed and pushed her where they wanted, as the wet sounds of her throat and cunt being fucked filled the room. She could feel tears streaming from the corners of her eyes, and she was sore all over, but she didn’t care. She was in fucking heaven.
The last thing she could've ever expected from coming to this party was this, especially even finally meeting Sebastian’s friend Jenson who she’d heard so many things about. Said friend’s cock was blocking her airway and she pulled back to get some, breathing heavily through her nose.
Thick goops of saliva dripped from their connection, the way her jaw was so wide open blocked her from being able to slurp it back up or prevent it from falling.
Sebastian’s thrusts speed up and her eyes prickle with tears, overwhelmed at all the lighting striking sensations all over her body, pleasure from all ends. She can't focus at all on sucking Jenson as her cunt is plowed into, so the man takes pity on her and starts using her mouth to his liking.
Lewis gasps really suddenly, back arching into a further dip as she scrambles to grab for the sheets, eyes rolling. It seems Sebastian's striking on her g-spot now, earning thick gushes of her slick and wild clenching.
She slurps around his cock and Jenson feels a telltale tugging in his balls, the warm ball in his gut telling him he’s going to come soon.
He shifts to sit against the head of the bed, pillows behind his back as Lewis follows him down. She lets little ‘guh’ noises as Sebastian's thrusting gets meaner, trying to divert her brain from focussing on the way she’s just pressing on her g-spot. Jenson reaches down with purposeful hands to tug at her nipples now that he’s able to, flicking the bars and laughing as she arches up and away from it.
He mercifully leaves her be as he plants his feet, fucking her mouth harder than he was before and getting lurid gagging from her as he buries himself to the hilt in her again.
Sebastian spit nastily on her ass again, rubbing the globs of saliva into her puckered little asshole and inserting his thumb. She tenses and tries to clench to keep him out but he persists and is rewarded with her moaning. Her cunt tightens around him and he pledges to get one of the guys to fuck her alongside him and fill this tight little ass.
“You close, schatzchen?” Sebastian asks, “You gonna come all over my cock for me?”
Jenson chuckles airily as he pets her hair, “Yeah, be a good girl and cream all over that dick inside of you Lewis.”
Lewis shakes as she obeys, coming as she clamps down around Sebastian's cock, insides milking him. He wraps his fingers tightly around the base of his cock, not looking to come until he’s gotten at least two out of her tonight. She cries out around Jenson’s cock, barely able to focus on sucking him off anymore.
Jenson brushes the fraying damp strands of her baby hairs from her face to admire it, the red undertones from exertion showing. Her nose is a little wet, face damp with fresh tears and drool.
Sebastian pushes on through, fucking her into oversensitivity and ignoring the clear signs of her being overwhelmed. Lewis lets out acute little gasps as he fucks into her but pushes back into each thrust so he’s not sure they could trust her noises anyways.
“So fucking pretty, you know that? Can't believe I have such a good girl taking two cocks at once right now.” The Brit man feels that cliff getting closer as his own thrusts speed up. She blinks at him hazily as he fucks her mouth and he can feel cold saliva coat his balls. Fuck.
The sounds Lewis makes as Jenson drags his cock out is purely guttural. The act of pulling his cock from Lewis’ throat, of allowing her unimpeded air again and lessening the unnatural stretch, leads to those inadvertent grunts that quickly turn into a sobbing needy whine when Jenson has retreated too far for comfort. Where the hell did Sebastian find this cockdrunk diamond?
He stops when only the tip is left in Lewis’ mouth. He’s breathing hard with the effort to restrain himself from just thrusting back in. He needs to tease her and see the reaction more than to just get himself off. He hisses when there’s a ticklish graze of teeth against his sensitive head, clearly a warning though it’s the kind that excites him, and he looks down only to be trapped by Lewis’ gaze.
Lewis’ eyes look black, irises swallowed by pupils, her eyelashes low but the look in them is so intense that Jenson needs to ensure he can see it again, to make it happen regularly. They stay like that, enraptured in each other’s gazes, with Lewis cradling the tip of Jenson’s cock with her tongue. She keeps being propelled forward by Sebastian’s movement but she’s also deep in Jenson’s gaze.
Then Lewis suckles at the head of Jenson’s cock, making a sweet little slurping noise so incongruous against the animalistic grunts of before, and Jenson is coming abruptly.
He throws his head back with a half-laugh as he comes, Lewis’ tongue working to drink him down greedily.
Lewis is some kind of fucking pro at this or something, as she just swallows it all down, choking slightly at the obstruction. She’s hollowing to suck more from him and he has to finally fucking tap out for a second.
He pulls away, graced with the sight of a trail of pearly semen running down her outstretched tongue and gathering at the corners of her mouth.
“Keep it all in for me like a good girl, hm?” He pats her damp cheek and she looks at him with these wholly devoted eyes that make him want to hide her away. He thumbs the cum from the rim of her mouth and sticks his finger in that warm cavern, smiling proudly as she sucks it off with a pleased hum.
“Swallow it all now.” He prompts her and she obeys, naturally sticking her tongue out after so he can check it's really all gone. Seriously where the hell did Seb get her?
He sits back and pets her hair again, her face lowering as Seb pushes on her shoulders. She plants it on his hirsute thigh with a quiet ‘oof’ the slick echoes of Sebastian's thrusts finally picking back up after their moment.
Sweat drips down the German man's chest, clear testament to how hot it was in here and how much work he’s been putting in. Jenson raises a curious eyebrow at his thumbs workings and Sebastian just smiles with a lecherous energy. He’s only a little regretful to not have taken her ass and DP’d her with the other man, but there was always time for that later.
“Who would’ve thought the same Lewis that asked me to teach her to kiss would be taking all this from two guys now?”
She hides her face at Sebastian’s words, “You haven't done this with anyone else, have you?” He asks, jealousy tinging his voice.
She doesn't respond until he reaches forward, grabbing her hair and cracking her neck back. She cries out breathlessly and blinks tears back.
“Uh—“
“You had threesomes before, herzchen?” He stage whispers as he rains hot smacks down on her sweat slick ass.
“No—no! Only you.” She’s completely gone, drool sliding down her jaw, head on a bobble as she tries to obey their words.
Jenson caresses her face, unable to catch her eyes as they’re rolled into the back of her head now, “I’m honored, doll, here’s to many more to come?”
Sebastian shakes his damp hair from his face, finally releasing her hair to allow her neck to relax and she falls face first back to Jenson’s thigh. Her thighs quiver where they support her back half, and really the only thing keeping her up at this point is the other man’s grip on her waist. Jenson watches her turn her head to the side for air, those thick, dark eyelashes fluttering, eye makeup smeared now.
He should be surprised seeing Seb like this but after just how much the guy told him about how Lewis was everything he’s ever wanted, being dangled like a carrot in front of a horse, he can't bring himself to be shocked at all.
Lewis’ eyes are unfocused, glazed over with pleasure, breath stuttering, and mouth still wide open. “You close? Wirst du squirt on my cock like a good girl?” Seb rasps, thumbs pressing into her hipbones, fingers digging into that beautiful ass. He devolves into German praises and rambling that anyone could decipher just by tone.
Perhaps one day, she’ll let him fuck it, watch those pretty asscheeks bruise red when they meet his abdomen, and press wide as Seb sinks into her ass.
Seb grins, all teeth, as he watches her throat bob erratically, his throat clicking as she sobs something fierce. He finds that a brutal, shaking pace is what tips his girl over the edge. The squeeze around his cock leads to him hunching over her, spitting curses in broken German into the sex-humid air, hips grinding up in a frenzied need to reach completion.
He feels that puffy, used cunt twitch and flood his lower abdomen with squirt, the liquid splashing wetly against his thighs and running down his legs. The lewd sopping slaps that Lewis’ dripping pussy makes tips him over, frantic thrusts finally sending him careening off the edge.
Lewis shakes apart in front of him, whimpering sobs and rough keens falling from his lips as they jerk and grind against each other, elongating their orgasms. Each rope of cum he pumps into her earns a spasm and weak noise that gets half muffled by Jenson’s thigh.
She all but collapses against him now, drawing an amused laugh from the taller man as he holds her close, burying fingers into messy soft braids strewn all about her.
Sebastian lets out an incredulous laugh as he breathes a shuddering, gathering breath. He kisses her back with adoring movements, finally easing up off of her to pull out reluctantly.
He ensures he can see the full thing, mourning the sensation around his cock but even more turned on seeing the thick gush of his cock, pent up as he was, leaking from her dark lips. Against his will (not really) he fucks it back into her with shaking fingers, pressing a peck to her ass as he rises again, dick soft agaisnt his thigh.
“Fuck man, I didnt know you had all that in you.” Jenson confesses to Sebastian who rolls his eyes.
“This is different.” He answers simply, as if Jenson can't tell it's very clearly different.
She huffs a decompressing breath into his thigh as he continues to pet her before Sebastian leans down to check in.
“You with us, schatz?” He rubs his hands soothingly over her back as he awaits her answer.
“Mmhmm.” Is all she gives, snuggling into his thigh with a tired noise.
“You know whose room this is?” Jenson asks Sebsstian who rubs a hand over his face with a confused look.
“Honestly? Not a clue.” They both chuckle at that as they simultaneously hope the owner doesn't return until they can clean up. They both especially don't want to disturb her from her floating haze.
Sebastian crouches to the floor to grab his boxers, stepping into them wordlessly.
It takes a bit for Lewis to come to, but when she does, the dampness between her legs is gone and her head is instead resting on a clothed thigh now.
She feels the delicious ache between her legs as she shifts, attempting to sit up and take in her surroundings. The murmur of quiet conversation ends and she sees Sebastian on the chair that is no longer across the room but instead beside the bed. The other guy—Jenson, is whose lower body she’s settled in.
Embarrassment creeps in, thinking of how she acted earlier. Had she really seduced Jenson and gotten Eiffel-Towered like that? And she had fucking squirted, making a mess of them both.
“Feeling okay?” The voice from above her asks and her eyes snap to his, blue’s meeting brown. She tries not to curl into herself and hide away from them both but her hesitation earns a chuckle from them both.
“How long was I out?” She asks, shocked at how croaky she sounded. It was clear her throat had been ravaged.
They both seem to think so as well because a smile slips from Jenson, “Eh, 30 or so?”
She nods and looks down to the sheets, stripped down and bundled on the ground, probably from her fucking squirting everywh—
“Called Mark to pick us up since both of us used an Uber.” Sebastian tells Jenson after he’s done on his phone, standing from the chair to sit beside Lewis on the bed now.
“Sure you’re okay, herzchen?”
“I feel like jelly,” Lewis says bluntly, “I also need to call Ange so she can pick me up.”
Jenson holds a hand up, "Unnecessary, you’re coming home with us.”
She frowns, recalling all that Seb has told her about his friend, “I...I know your usual brand is one and done, it’s fine—“
“Mine isn't." Sebastian says finally, “And I’m sure he agrees, right Jenson?”
Jenson scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, “You’re different. I’d like to get to know you.”
She feels shy at the gaze he pins on her but smiles back at him. “I’d like that too.”
“Great. Now I have to share you.” Sebastian complains, into his hands, annoyed. A giggle escapes her, the mood turned playful after the confessions.
“Share me?” The Brit asks, looking between the guys as a wild smirk spreads across Jenson’s face.
“It’s not just us, doll. The guys are gonna love you.”