Depravity Collection

The warmth caresses my skin as I stare into the flames, barely listening to my dad and his friend talk about who knows what.

My dad dragged me to his friends house, which he often does, for a late night bonfire. But honestly I say dragged very loosely. The reason I say this is because true reason is walking up the driveway now.

Sebastian Duke.

My long time crush. We’ve grown up together but have never been close. I wish things were different, I wish I had the courage to tell him how much I want him. He’s starred in every single late night fantasy since I hit puberty. And now that we’re graduating in a few months, I feel my slim chance slipping through my fingers.

“Hey dad.” Sebastion says, walking closer.

Oh and did I not mention our fathers are best friends.

“Hey, Seb.” George, Sebastions dad, says, “How was work?”

I lower my head, trying to melt into the camp chair. This is what happens whenever he’s around. My body comes alive while my mind can’t think of a single witty thing to say.

Why can’t I be flirty and courageous when he’s around? Like the girls who hang around him constantly.

“Hey Tess.” Sebastion says after a few minutes.

I lift my head and offer a tight lipped smile before casting my gaze back on the fire.

Sebastion clears his throat then says, “If you need me, I’ll be in the garage.”

With that he saunters away in the direction of the house. I watch him go longingly.

About an hour later my bladder is screaming at me, so I excuse myself to the house. Walking faster as I pass the garage, where I can hear clinking and rattling coming from.

Once I finish in the house, I hold my breathe as I pass the garage once more. This time however, my presence doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Tess, wait!” Sebastion calls from behind the hood of the Impala. He’s been fixing it up since freshman year. I remember when his dad hauled it in from the junk yard and told him it was his. Seb was so excited and began work on it immediately. Nearly four years later, he’s still working on it.

“Yeah?” I step into the garage, not attempting to get closer to him.

“Can you hand me that rench on the table over there?” I survey the room and find the table and rench.

As I walk to bring it to him, my face turns to flames as I realize he’s shirtless and covered in grease. My body becomes jittery, my insides quiver and my thighs turn to jelly.

“H-Here.” My voice comes out shaky as I hand him the tool.

He takes it with a quick ‘thanks’.

“Can you also grab that light and aim it down?” He asks before I can retreat.

Wordlessly, I do what he needs. It brings us closer together, closer than I think I’ve ever been to him.

He smells like motor oil and freshly cut grass, with a hint of mint. He continues to tinker with his car, unaware that I’m inhaling his delicious scent and cataloging it for later.

After a few moments, Seb pulls away smiling over at me. My heart leaps. I should look away. I should step back. It’s my go to. But for some reason I’m not. I’m actually making eye contact with him. And I’m not freaking out.

“Tess?”

“Hm?”

“Why aren’t we friends?” Seb asks in a low voice.

The question breaks the spell and I’m back to feeling nervous.

Faltering a step back, I set down the light and retreat back into myself.

“Uh, I-I don’t k-know.” I hug myself, keeping my eyes on the surprisingly clean floor.

“We should.” Seb says.

I glance up and he looks hopeful.

Quickly, I shake my head, “I don’t want to be your friend.” I say it without thinking.

“Oh.” He mutters dejectedly.

Wait, back track. “I just… I can’t…I don’t…We…” I can’t get the words out. I don’t even know what I’m saying. My palms are sweating and my mouth is dry. Yet, my body is on fire with his proximity.

“What?” He snips, sounding upset.

I snap my gaze up to him. His face is hard as a stone. His jaw is clenched tightly, his eyes filled with fire. He’s angry.

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean?” Seb shuts the hood with a clang and steps closer. My heart beats wildly.

I lick my lips, dropping my arms, “I don’t just want to be your friend.”

I look into his eyes, no idea where this newfound courage is coming from. But I like it.

Sebastian walks right up to me and tips my chin to look at him, his touch warm.

Softly he says, “I don’t want to be your friend either.” Then he lowers his head and kisses me.

I’m so shocked, I remain stiff as a board. Seb continues kissing me as I mentally repremand myself.

My life long crush is kissing me and I’m not kissing him back. What the fuck is wrong with me?

If I don’t do something soon he’ll think I’m not interested.

Jumping into action, I tentatively moves my lips, drawing a deep groan from Seb’s chest.

Moving closer, I press my body to his, my hands finding their way into his thick, reddish-brown hair. Seb grips my waist tightly and I feel a protrusion between us.

I moan, pulling him impossibly close. Our mouths move together, our tongues flicking and carressing. Wanting, needing more.

Before I realize what’s happening, Seb is walking me backwards to the car, his lips never leaving mine. He sandwiches me between himself and the vehicle. His hard, muscular body crushing me but I don’t care.

He releases my lips and begins kissing my neck. I let out a whimper, fisting his curls.

“Seb…” I moan, my legs jelly.

He growls into my skin, “Say that again.” He demands darkly.

I look up at him through my lust, “Seb…” I moan.

He pulls me away from the car just to toss me on the hood. My backside smacking down hard enough to sting, but I feel none. Just him.

Seb pushes my thighs apart with his hips and I feel the protrusion again. This time I welcome it.

I want him. Badly.

He kisses me softly as his hand finds the button of my jean shorts.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks, lowering the zipper.

I shake my head, “No. Don’t stop.”

My hands claw into his bare shoulders. Big, muscular shoulder that are doing so much to my panties.

Seb pushes my shorts off my hips and down my legs, quickly coming back to his previous position.

“You’re so beautiful.” He says with a gentle kiss to my lips.

He lowers to a kneel, speading my thighs open further.

A loud laugh echos from outside and suddenly I remember our dads are on the other side of the wall. Albeit several meters away. But still.

Seb notices my attention has shifted.

“Don’t worry about them, Tess. Let me take care of you.” He says curling his fingers into the sides of my panties. I lift my hips just enough for him to remove them. He stuffs them into his back pocket and I whimper.

Seb kisses my knee, groaning into my skin, “You smell sweet. Will that be how you taste?”

I whimper brokenly, sliding my fingers through his hair, the soft strands rasping against the tips.

I watch as his face disappears between my thighs, unable to comprehend how this is happening. I couldn’t even look at Sebastion an hour ago and now his tongue reaches out and strokes my clit.

Letting out a loud cry, I slap a hand over my mouth. I never want this to end and it will if anyone comes around the corner.

Seb groans into me and my head falls back from the sensations. This has never happened to me before, its so thrilling.

I grip Seb’s hair tighter and hook a leg around his head, needing him closer.

Seb sucks and licks and nibbles my flesh, squeezing so much juice into his waiting mouth.

“Seb, oh god.” I moan as my release approaches. I’ve never come this fast before, but those times it was always at my own hand.

I fall back against the car, crying out into my hand as my body bursts with light and feeling. So much feeling. Every touch after that is intensified.

My chest rises and falls rapidly as I watch Seb stand to his full height.

He’s beautiful. His hair his rumpled, his lips are red and glistening, and he has this dark, hungry look in his eyes.

I know he wants me.

I watch as he unbuckles his jeans and crawls over me, the car groaning under our shared weight.

“I want you.” He growls, lifting my sweater higher on my torso.

“I want you too.” I reply, lifting my arms so he can remove my sweater.

He tosses it to the side and begins kissing between my bare breasts. Due to the smallness of them, I opted out of wearing a bra tonight which I’m really glad I did, or else it would have just been another thing for Seb take off me.

Kissing up my body, I let myself be comsumed by the sensations. My belly is on fire with liquid heat. Seb’s hands are firm yet tender as he explores my body, razing the skin in goosebumps.

I wrap my legs tighter around his hips, gripping his shoulders, needing him closer.

“Seb, please.” I whimper, pulling his lips to mine.

Another loud laugh comes from the distance but I ignore it. Nothing can distract me from Seb’s sweet tongue.

As we kiss, I feel Seb reach between us and move his hand around like he’s searching for something.

Next thing I feel is a soft weight on my thigh.

Seb’s erection.

I always thought I would be nervous when I came face to face with one, but I’m not. It’s Sebastions.

Widening my legs, I meet his eye and nod, my chest heaving.

The corner of his mouth turns up in a small smirk. He kisses me again as he postitions at my drenched enterance.

“You’re sure?” Seb asks earnestly.

I nod, “Yes. I’m sure.”

Seb kisses me again as he sinks into me. His length stretching me. But it doesn’t hurt. I always thought it wohld hurt. Maybe because of I’m so wet?

Seb drops his head into my neck as he moves his hips, thrusting into me.

I gasp as he hits a magic spot inside me. Muffling my noises into his shoulder.

Every time he enters me he lets out a deep groan. The car beneath us begins to rock, creating a small creaking.

I bite Sebs flesh, moving my hips to match his drives. My fingers dig into his back as he picks up pace. I think he’s close so I match his movements.

“Uh, Tess.” Seb grunts as he releases inside me just as I peak for the second time.

We continue to rock through our orgasms, holding onto each other as if we’d float away if we didn’t.

Eventually we still. I run a hand down Seb’s back and find it sweaty. I’m sure I’m in a similar situation.

“Oh my god.” He lift his head, his face flushed.

“Same.” I breath as I get lost in his deep brown eyes.

“You’re amazing.” He smiles, kissing my chin.

“So are you.” I kiss him on the lips.

After a while, Seb pulls away slightly, “This means you’re my girlfriend, right?”

I laugh, unable to believe this is real. But it is.

“Yes.” I say, then kiss him deeply.