Always Me (11 page)

Sebastian placed hot, wet kisses on my neck and reached between us, running a hand under my shirt. He smoothed his palm over my flat stomach, grazing his fingers just under the waistband of my pants. “I think you should wear more dresses or skirts…or nothing at all would work too.”

I laughed. “Why?”

He smirked and lightly grazed his teeth over my jaw. “Easy access.”

I smiled. “You don’t like all of these clothes?”

“No. Way too many clothes,” he said, kissing the soft skin under my ear.

“I like making you work for it,” I breathed.

“Do you? You don’t want me to be able to just bend you over and fuck you whenever I want?” he asked.

My stomach flipped at the imagery. I swallowed. “Well, if you put it that way.”

He chuckled and covered my mouth, licking his way in between my lips. He reached his hand further into my pants, his finger grazing through my wet folds and lower.

I cried out against his lips when his finger entered me. I moaned, wrapping my hands around his neck. The kiss deepened as I pulled him against me. Our tongues danced and dueled, the kiss hard and fast. Bruising. “Sebastian,” I moaned.

Running his thumb over my clit, his fingers continued to penetrate me. “Come for me, baby.”

His thumb pressed the hardened nub, and I cried out as a fast explosion rocked me. He released me completely and lifted me off of the desk. He turned me and bent me over the hard wooden object.

I looked over my shoulder and saw him lower to his knees.

His dark, heated gaze flicked to mine as he grabbed onto my waistband. He lowered my pants and panties to my ankles. Cool air washed over my skin, sending goose pimples across on my body.

He spread my ankles as far as they would go with my pants wrapped around them and ran his hands up the inside of my legs. My knees trembled the higher he went. He reached my ass and massaged and kneaded my flesh.

I jumped when something soft and warm ran over my opening.

His tongue penetrated me, leaving me aching. Burning with desire for him.

I cried out as his tongue ran down to my clit making me arch my back, a sheen of sweat coating my skin.

He removed his mouth from me and inserted a finger into my pussy and then ran the wetness over the opening between my ass cheeks.

I moaned and gasped when his finger lingered a little longer than I expected.

He kissed my tailbone and rose to his full height. “Still taste like honey.” He ran a finger over my core, making me shudder.

I whimpered and bucked against his hand.

“Do you want my cock in your hot pussy?”

Panting, I nodded.

The sound of a lowering zipper made my skin hum in anticipation. “Spread your legs, baby. As wide as you can.”

I did as he asked.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pausing above me. “You have no idea how beautiful you look right now.”

My cheeks heated and I wiggled my ass, earning a sharp slap. “More.”

He grabbed onto my ponytail and wrapped it around his hand, slapping my ass again. “My little one likes some kink.”

“Only with you.”

Sebastian leaned over me. “It better be only with me. You’re mine, little one.” He powered his cock into me in one hard thrust, lifting my waist off of the desk. I cried out and gripped the edge.

“No one else can make you feel the way I do.” He grunted, removing himself from me completely and slamming back into my waiting pussy.

“Sebastian. Oh God.” I moaned, not able to move at all. Feeling him in me, filling me completely, was divine. Exquisite. Delicious.

His hips sped up, his long hard length thrusting into me. He squeezed my hip and held me as he drilled into my drenched core. He bit my shoulder and rose to his full height, his jeans scraping my skin. Knowing he was fully clothed except for his cock turned me on.

The fact that he was digging his fingers into my flesh, almost to the point of painful, just about pushed me over the edge.

“Come for me. Now,” he demanded, giving one final thrust.

I screamed as a powerful explosion erupted through my body.

He grunted and groaned, releasing into me, filling me to the hilt. His cock, his essence, and his love. His orgasm was so hard I felt it to my very core. My body trembled. His cock twitched in me one last time before Sebastian pulled out. After righting himself, he leaned down and lifted my pants. He kissed my tailbone before covering me and helping me stand.

My legs felt like jelly. My body buzzed from pleasure, and every muscle twitched from overuse, but I wouldn’t change it for anything.

He held out his hand and I placed mine in his, linking our fingers together. He smirked and kissed me softly on the lips. “What’s wrong, baby?”

I smiled, a peaceful tingly feeling washing over me. “Nothing.”

“Feeling well used?” he teased, cupping my ass and pulling me against him.

I gasped as the fabric of my panties ran over my still-sensitive clit.

“Sensitive are we?”

My cheeks heated as I gripped his shirt.

He laughed and kissed my neck. “I love making you blush.”

Chapter 13

“No one else can make you feel the way I do.”

He was right. Even after all the times Brett had kissed me, there was no one like Sebastian. The spark between us, the need, the complete possession.

Brett was safe. Like milk chocolate. The sweet, typical taste on your tongue. You knew what you would get with him, and that was it. Nothing else.

Sebastian, on the other hand, was like chili-pepper chocolate, sweet one moment, spicy the next, lingering on the taste buds. Each bite was different, sending my taste buds into overdrive. He was hard, rough around the edges, and every time he opened his mouth, I wasn’t sure what he would say. He was honest to a fault. He loved the F word, and he knew me inside and out. My deepest, darkest desires, some before I even knew what they were.

Sebastian possessed me, owned me. He had my body, heart, and soul wrapped tightly in his hand, controlling me. He pushed me, devoured me. Dove under my skin until I broke. Took me to higher limits than I ever thought would happen. He loved me. Love.

I sighed as I watched him look through my DVD collection. He was intense two years ago, but now, maybe since it had been so long, he took every chance he had at showing me how much he had missed me. He touched me constantly. Spoke to me through his body. A conversation of two souls moving as one.

Even if it was just a light kiss here, an arm graze there, or a swat on the ass, he made it known that I was his and only his.

Sebastian didn’t ask me about Brett again. I was sure it would come out eventually, but it would probably be Brett doing the talking.

“Interested in a horror movie?” Sebastian asked me.

I smiled. “Sure.”

It had been a week since Sebastian had come back into my life. A week of bonding between him and our son. Between us.

Garrith, Keisha, and Brett would be over tomorrow. Garrith was the only one aside from me and Jose that knew Sebastian was alive. Brett wouldn’t take it well. He would know his chance with me was over. Hurting him was the last thing I wanted to do, but I’d made my choice.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Sebastian asked as he sat beside me.

I placed my legs in his lap as I stretched across the couch. “I was thinking.”

“About?”

I sighed. “About how Keisha and Brett are going to handle you being alive.”

Sebastian’s eyes darkened. “As long as you can handle me being back, that’s all I care about, little one.”

I nodded, chewing my bottom lip.

“Hey,” he pinched my chin and turned my head, his eyes meeting mine. “Garrith can handle Keisha and Brett.” He growled the final name.

“I just don’t want to hurt him,” I said quietly.

He rolled his eyes. “Who the fuck cares?”

“I do.” I sat up. “He’s my friend. He helped me grieve, Sebastian. He loves…” The moment the word left my lips, I regretted it.

Sebastian’s eyes snapped to mine, turning ice cold with rage. “He loves you?” he snarled.

I swallowed past the hard lump in my throat. “You…you were…” Oh shit.

“I was gone,” he added for me.

Biting my bottom lip, I nodded once. “It’s not his fault. We all thought you were dead.”

His intense stare bored into mine as his jaw worked under the skin. He was pissed. “I know that, but the thought of another man touching you and loving you, makes me…fuck…”

“I’m so sorry. I don’t want to hurt anyone.” I looked down and played with a loose thread on my robe. “You better be nice tomorrow,” I said softly.

A malicious smile spread on his face. “Oh, don’t worry baby. I’ll be nice.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“How the hell do you expect me to react, Tori?” He moved to stand, but I straddled his lap, stopping him.

“I want you to be nice. Civil. For me. Sebastian, these are my friends, and Garrith is obviously your friend as well, so you have to be nice. Please. For me.”

He reached his hands under my housecoat and cupped my ass, lifting me to my knees. “He just better keep his hands off of you.”

I kissed his lips. “He won’t touch me if you’re here.”

“He better not.”

“Sebastian, I wouldn’t let him anyway. You should know that.”

His hold on me tightened, and then he sighed, leaning his head back against the couch. “I know baby. I trust you. I just don’t trust that asshole.”

“I know that. Nothing will happen. Please…” I gasped when Sebastian ran his fingers over my core. “Sebastian, we need to talk.”

“We can talk after,” he said, thrusting his finger into me.

I moaned and then moved to pull out of his grip when his hold tightened on me. “Stop. You can’t use sex to get out of talking to me.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” As much as I didn’t want to, I pulled his hand out from between my legs.

He sighed and licked his fingers, making my stomach flip at the sight. I could never get over him doing that. Showing me how much he enjoyed the taste of my body.

“I know you just came back, but I don’t even know if you’re staying, and this whole mess…just…”

His brows narrowed. “What?”

“I need some sort of stability, Sebastian. Antonio needs it too. I need to know that you’re staying.”

“I want to stay. I do but I…”

I cupped his cheek in my hand, encouraging him to go on.

“Please, be patient with me.”

I huffed. “Sebastian, I’ve been patient. Now I need some guarantees.”

His grip on my waist tightened. “Please, this is the last time I’m asking. I promise.”

My eyes searched his face and I kissed him. “Fine. Last time.”

He lifted me and reached between us and a moment later lowered me onto his cock.

I gasped before he grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my mouth down to his. He gripped my ass and thrust into me hard as he devoured me.

I couldn’t get enough of him. We were connected on a whole other level.

Sebastian grabbed the belt on my robe, ripped it open, and ran his hands over my body. My skin tingled under his touch, my nipples peaking to hard points.

I rested my arms on either side of his head as I rode him, moving my hips back and forth over the rigid length of his cock.

He grunted, filling me as deep as he could go. He squeezed my ass, releasing my mouth, and leaned his head back against the couch. “Tori, I need you…”

I panted and kissed his mouth. “What baby?”

He lifted me off of him and put me on all fours, pulling off my housecoat. He placed my hands on the arm of the couch and fisted my hair, pulling my head back.

The feeling of being totally controlled by him was overpowering, and it rattled my bones with bliss.

“I need you hard.” He slammed his cock into me in one smooth move.

I gasped and cried out at the rough but delicious impact, wanting more. I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The sounds and the sweet musky scent of sex filled the room, and it was intoxicating, leaving me breathless. Sweat coated my skin as he pounded into my pussy.

His rough hold sent a tingle of spreading desire through me. Each time he pumped into me, the coiling pressure built.

“Come for me,” he demanded and thrust into me as deep as he could go.

I screamed when a wave of ecstasy crashed into me, leaving me breathless as the powerful orgasm washed through my core.

He grunted and released into me a moment later. His hips slowed as he continued shaking, the intensity of his climax pouring into me. I flopped onto the couch. He chuckled and spread himself over me, careful of his weight. He curled his legs over mine and intertwined our fingers. Running a hand over my aching arm muscles, he kissed my back. “Are you okay?”

I grinned. “Oh yeah.”

“I didn’t hurt you?” he asked, trailing light kisses across my shoulders.

“Not at all,” I kissed his wrist and snuggled into him. Feeling his heavy weight on me made me feel safe, secure.

“Good,” He ran his hand down my arm and we watched the rest of the movie in silence. A sense of peace washed over me and I fell asleep to the gentle beating of his heart.

***

Jose’s body twitched, needing release. Standing in his
cochina
’s back yard, knowing she was in her house probably fucking Sebastian, made his skin vibrate with fury. He should have charged through the door but he couldn’t. It wasn’t time. Knowing he would see his
cochina
soon gave him the sense of direction he craved.

He went back to his car and drove into town. His dick was like a beacon, leading the way.

The car he’d stolen earlier would fit in at the parking lot of the bar only a few blocks away. He could already hear the thumping of the loud music seeping into his pores. His dick twitched, knowing he would get his kicks soon enough.

Jose pulled out a cigarette, slowing down his steps as he approached the country bar. He was definitely in butt-fuck Idaho. He couldn’t wait to get out of this town, but it was the only one that was close to Tori’s house. He wasn’t going to leave her just yet. Not before he took what he wanted.