My best friend's billionaire husband

Lydia’s POV

Could it be the guilt that made his tongue on my skin feel so much better?

His kisses trailed all over my body. “Oh fuck, baby,” a cry came out of my mouth.

“Open up for me, Lyd,” Sebastian said, his eyes fixed solely on me.

I opened my legs slowly until they spread over his face. His tongue slowly licked my thighs until it went deeper. He spat on my already wet pussy. It felt warm, and I let out a silent moan.

His hands found my prickly boobs even in the heat of the moment. He took control of them, grabbing them like they owed him rent, stimulating them and making me beg for it. His fingers dropped down to my pussy. From five fingers to two, he thrust them inside of me, twisting them. His lips sent stimuli down my spine, his warm tongue on my nipples.

In that singular moment, I didn't care who he was. The guilt subsided into nothing but primal pressure. Only he could do something like that.

A man I wanted but couldn't have.

My thoughts escaped me as he brought his finger out of me, wet around his marriage ring. He stuffed the finger in my mouth. It tasted so good.

He pulled closer to me, his eyes still savoring the curves of my body. He thrust his hips at me. I could feel it. I could feel his hard cock trapped in the boxers, wanting one thing, to be put away in me.

A wish I was so eager to grant.

My hands grabbed onto it, a soft rub. Then another, then another, until it throbbed through the boxer. I could feel it, so hard, so big.

A silent sigh escaped him.

He couldn't take it anymore, neither could I.

He pulled me closer to him, my legs still open to his will. He grinded on my pussy, his cock unshackled and plunged into me.

“You like that, don't you?” Sebastian asked, his eyes fixed on me for validation.

“Oh yes, my baby. I love your hard cock,” I said, my breath ragged as he thrust into me harder and deeper.

My voice became mute. Something had taken over me.

I grabbed the edge of the bedsheets and held him close, resting his lips on my nipples. He understood the assignment.

I exploded, an orgasm earthshaking one. Before I could release, he pulled out and ate me. His tongue deep inside my pussy, my eyes turned upwards.

It wasn't just satisfaction.

It was something more.

My legs gave out as I shook on the bed, layers released, his face barely moving under my legs. Sebastian came out with his face covered with evidence of a work well done. He let out a crooked smile.

“I didn't know you missed me this much.”

“You know I fucking did, and I missed your hard cock more,” I said with a sly smile on my face, still feeling the whisper of orgasm and muscle spasms throughout my body.

“Round two?” Sebastian said.

His voice was husky and firm. He wasn't joking. His face brimmed with confidence.

“Oh, that sexy face. How could I say no?”

I got on my knees, arching my back so far he could see the full stretch of my pussy.

His phone buzzed.

He ignored it, his hands already curled up inside me.

It buzzed again.

This time, Sebastian stopped.

The hotel room suddenly felt much quieter.

We were staying in one of the most expensive suites in the city, the kind of room where everything seemed designed to remind you that money could buy almost anything. Floor to ceiling windows covered one entire side of the room, offering a view of the city lights below. The curtains were drawn halfway, allowing the glow from the streets to spill across the polished floor.

A bottle of champagne sat untouched on the small table near the window. Two glasses stood beside it, one with lipstick around the rim.

The bed was a complete mess.

So was I.

Sebastian reached for his phone.

The moment his eyes fell on the screen, the playful expression disappeared from his face.

I already knew.

I didn't need to see the name.

“Bitch,” he said under his breath.

“Her, right?” I said with a silent hiss involuntarily, but still.

He didn't answer.

He held a steady look at his phone.

“Your friend is a lot to handle,” he said, while he kissed my legs and peeled away.

The words should have hurt.

Instead, they reminded me of exactly what we were doing.

He was my best friend's husband.

And I was lying naked in a hotel room with him.

Sebastian sat on the edge of the bed and cleared his throat before answering the call. His entire demeanor changed.

The man who had been looking at me moments ago like I was the only woman in the world suddenly looked distant.

Controlled.

Businesslike.

“Hello?”

His voice was devoid of emotion, unlike when he was under me.

He was far away now, and I couldn't hear what the conversation was about. But if I knew my best friend, it would be a whole lot.

I watched his face carefully.

His jaw tightened.

Then relaxed.

He glanced toward me briefly before looking away.

“I am at a business meeting,” Sebastian said calmly. “Yes, it lasts two days.”

He had gotten pretty good at lying.

At least to her anyway.

I wondered how many times he had used that same excuse.

How many business meetings had actually been hotel rooms?

How many late nights had been spent with me instead of wherever he told her he was?

My stomach twisted.

Guilt returned slowly, creeping through me now that the heat of the moment had begun to fade.

“Put Jaden on the phone,” he said.

His voice mellowed down immediately.

“Hey, buddy. How are you?”

The softness in his voice surprised me.

That was Sebastian with his son.

For all the things he did behind his wife's back, there was something different about the way he spoke to Jaden. His entire face softened. The tension around his eyes disappeared, and a faint smile touched his lips.

I watched him from the bed as he listened.

“Really?”

A small laugh escaped him.

“That sounds fun.”

He listened again.

“No, I won't forget.”

His eyes flickered toward me.

“I promise.”

The call went on for a while.

I looked away.

There was something about hearing him speak to his son that made the situation feel more complicated than I wanted it to be.

He wasn't just a husband.

He was a father.

And perhaps that was the only reason his marriage still existed.

Sebastian eventually ended the call and placed his phone beside him.

I slipped into the bathroom to get a hot shower and wash off what was left from the session.

The bathroom was almost as extravagant as the bedroom. White marble covered the walls, and soft golden lights reflected off the enormous mirror above the sink. The shower was large enough for two people, though I didn't let myself think about that.

I stood beneath the hot water and closed my eyes.

For a few seconds, I allowed myself to breathe.

Then I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

What the hell was I doing?

I knew exactly what I was doing.

That was the problem.

When I returned to the bedroom, Sebastian was gone.

A note was left dangling at the edge of the bed.

A small smile curled up around my lips.

I picked it up.

“I'm sorry, baby. I have to get to work. I'll see you tomorrow at dinner, yeah? Order anything. I'll cover it.”

Typical Sebastian.

Throwing money at everything.

I placed the note on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed.

My phone buzzed.

I looked at the screen.

It was Isabelle.

A flash of guilt crossed my mind, but I still reached for my phone to pick the call.

There it was.

She sounded a little hurried.