Man Seeks Woman 2, Man Seeks Wife (16 page)

I threw my
head back and screamed out Sebastian’s name along with a blue
streak so long, I was sure I ran out of swear words. My orgasm
slammed into gear, ramming her way through my body as I gushed and
whipped around on Sebastian’s cock, riding the thick, juicy piece
of meat like I was riding a mechanical bull. The force of my orgasm
squeezed him from my body, sending him stumbling back, surprise
written all over his face before that determined, arrogant look
came back with full force.

Sebastian
raced back to the desk and gripped both of my boobs in his hands
and moulded them until I fought with him against the pain of him
grasping them too tight. I swatted his hands from my chest and
glared up at him as my orgasm continued to surf through me,
wracking my body with bouts of spasms and ticks.

“That hurt.” I
snapped, trying to move from the desk even though I was still
partially in ecstasy.

Sebastian
shook his head. “You’re not feeling it if it hurt.” He said, moving
back in between my legs. His hand gripped his erection which was
coated in my juices and guided himself back inside my pulsing
channel. The reddened bulbous head slipped inside then he bucked
himself back into me, causing me to groan and slam back against the
desk.

My legs of
their own accord wrapped around his waist again, the muscles
moaning and screaming against the width of him but I dug through it
and felt the intense pleasure beginning to build back up with every
thrust and swerve of his hips grinding into me.

“Come again.”
Sebastian ordered. His face fierce and pulled tight with intense
lines bracketing his mouth. He was panting heavily with exertion
and spittle flew as he spoke. “Now, Victoria.” His brown hair stuck
out in all different directions, strands of it soaked in his own
sweat along with my releases.

I screamed out
loud again, so loud my own voice hurt my ears as another orgasm was
pulled from me at his stern command. My back arched off the sweaty
wood, my boobs bouncing and slapping with every quick pound of his
hips. I squeezed my eyes shut as more pleasure than I thought I
could handle zoomed through my body, cascading at speeds that I
didn’t even know was possible.

Liquid warmth
gushed and dribbled from my hole, coating both him and me. The
spillage spurted and splashed against Sebastian’s taught abs and
over my rounded stomach. It then slithered down and gathered in
between the valley of my cheeks. My arse slid along the desk thanks
to this thick, warm, sticky stuff and coated the back of me the
more my orgasm went on.

Sebastian’s
hands tightened on my hips, his body becoming increasingly tighter.
The veins in his neck pulled taught and thickened and his face
reddened, his eyes pinched tightly shut, a grimace written over his
features.

“That’s it.”
He panted out, his hips never stopping their assault. “Now it’s my
turn. I’m going to come inside you, Victoria. Bathe you in my cum.
Give you so much of it, It’ll overflow before I’ve even finished
with you.”

I moaned and
gripped his forearms in my hands at his dirty words, wanting him to
do exactly that but it wasn’t until I felt the impossible swell of
his cock did I realise that he was bare and going to come inside
me.

Shit.

“Sebastian.” I
licked my dry lips and tried to keep my eyes open as I furiously
bounced up and down on the desk, my back rubbing painfully against
the damp wood. My hair had come out of its band and clips and was
stuck underneath my sweat covered back so every upward motion
pulled on the strands.

“Not now.” He
shouted. His fingers dug into my flesh as his cock shuttled in and
out of my body. His back straightened and his eyes dropped down to
where we were connected, watching his glistening and soaked flesh
disappear inside me.

“Don’t come
inside me, pull out.” I said quickly as he stilled, fusing his hips
to mine, trying to climb up on the table to get even more inside me
then he already was. That’s when I felt it, the stream, jet, piston
of his warm man liquid shooting inside me, against my walls,
spraying them, coating them with his personalised essence.

“Can’t,” He
hissed as more of his salty cream flooded my pussy. “Fuck,
Victoria. You’re killing me.”

Anger so red
and nasty coursed through me as I watched from my bound position
underneath him, the pleasurable ecstasy written on his face as his
release continued to pour into me. It felt like a bucket load had
been unleashed from him.

“Get off me.”
I shoved at his shoulders, my body writhing underneath him.

Sebastian, the
fucker held on until the last spurt of his cum left him before
standing back up. But did he back away? No. He looked down at me
and grabbed my hands in his to stop me from hitting him and held
them up over my head. “What is your problem?”

“What’s my
problem?” I screeched as I shot him the meanest glare I could
muster. “You came inside me after I told you to pull out.”

Sebastian
blinked at me then the fucker had the cheek to smirk. “Yes and I
remember you loved it.”

Was this the
same man from the other night that had effectively pledged himself
to me? Because if it was, he didn’t seem like it. It seemed as if
that guy had left the building or more precisely left me this
morning and been swapped with this arsehole on top of me.

“Get. Off.
Me.” I said between clenched teeth. I pulled my legs up and kicked
out at him. Sebastian stumbled backwards giving me enough time to
push myself up off the desk. The moment I stood up, I winced at the
soreness penetrating my pussy then felt his load seep down my legs.
I opened my thighs in a semi crouch and looked down to see thick
white streams of the stuff slithering it’s way down the inside of
my thighs.

I was right;
it looked like a shed load of it.

“You
bastard,”

Perceptive
little shit, aren’t you?

I threw the
folded, tatty newspaper down onto my piece of shit coffee table and
groaned out loud as I sat back into my sofa. This was ridiculous.
How was I supposed to find somewhere else to live literally two and
a half weeks before Christmas?

Every estate
agent I called wanted either a hefty deposit that I
so
couldn’t afford or they wanted absurd amounts of rent each week
which okay I could afford but it would leave me with practically
nothing left after each payday. Who wanted to live like that? I
know I didn’t. I couldn’t, not with the price of gas and
electricity being hiked up every damn minute and everything else
along with them.

So I’d gone to
the private sector, contacting landlords themselves but they were
just as bad. They wanted even more money up front, again, something
I didn’t have.

What I could
afford was HMO and I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t be going there
again. I’d lived in enough care homes as a child to know and be
aware of what went on. I’d also lost a shit load of stuff in those
places because people couldn’t keep their hands to themselves so,
as an adult now, I wasn’t going to be effectively putting myself
back into that situation.

My phone
vibrated on the table, dancing across the scarred surface. I didn’t
need to pick it up to know it was Sebastian. He’d done nothing but
bug the shit out of me since our little fuck fest in his office.
That’s how I referred to it as any other description didn’t warrant
it.

I’d ignored
him and damn right too.

I’d told him
time and time again not to come inside me and did he listen? No.
Instead, he’d got his arrogant head on and thought “fuck her” and
come his lot inside me not caring about the repercussions.

Of course, I
was and had worried for nothing because I got my period this
morning but it wasn’t the point, after all, I still had the added
worry of not knowing for sure whether he’d been porking someone
else as well. Things could have gone differently and I wasn’t
entirely sure what I would have done if something had of come out
of him and me being together.

I mean, I
could barely look after myself let alone a child and just the
thought of being like my birth mother, despising me because she
didn’t want me, no, I couldn’t do that and didn’t want to go
through that, plus, what if he did give me an STI or ‘Crabs’ for
that matter? Little bugs crawling all over my ‘Lady Garden’ oh it
didn’t bare thinking about!

After all, who
would or could?

The phone
stopped dancing and the light turned off signalling Sebastian had
given up for a couple of minutes at least. The last time that
happened, I counted four minutes before he called back.

Luckily, I’d
avoided him because of work and travelling but something told me
that if he really wanted to contact me, he’d have been at every
corner I turned but he wasn’t. In effect, that told me that he knew
he was in the wrong.

My eyes
flicked over to my stereo where the CD changer swapped over to
another disc. Seconds later, my own compilation CD began to play
and Nan Vernon’s “Love Hurts” sounded eerily through my
speakers.

My head
dropped back against the worn cushions and my eyes closed as I
listened to the haunting voice flow through my living room,
blocking the toots from cars outside.

The buzzing
from my phone made me shake my head and reach over blindly for it.
I grabbed the piece of plastic in my hands and frowned down at it.
One minute you could go days, weeks even without someone phoning
you then one day, your phone doesn’t stop making a racket.

Today was one
of those days.

I flicked
through the missed calls and deleted the list. All were Sebastian
anyway. That will teach him to eat static for a while until I’m
ready to speak to him which wasn’t now. I erased the messages until
I saw Brad’s name.

“Hmmm,” I
murmured as I opened the text message.

**
Hey you.
Fancy meeting for dinner? My treat. Brad.**

I nibbled on
my thumb nail as I stared at the screen. I wondered if I could be
bothered to get re-dressed or not and face the outside world.

“Oh fuck it.”
I said jumping up from the sofa. I ran to my bedroom and dug
through my now freshly washed wardrobe for thick, warm
clothing.

****

“Look at you.”
I smiled and reached out to pat Brad’s cold cheek. “My own personal
secret fantasy,” I gushed, batting my eyelids. “A cop in his entire
getup, I bet you look just eatable under all that uniform.”

Brad swatted
my hand away as his tanned cheeks reddened to a nice ruddy colour
and not just from the cold either. “Stop it.” He laughed and
settled back into his seat.

Yup, he was
embarrassed.

I leaned into
the table, my hand resting under my chin and watched him. He did
look much more handsome in his PC uniform. There was something
arresting about him. “You didn’t tell me you were a Cop.”

Brad shoulders
lifted in a shrug as he folded his heavy black jacket over the back
of the spare chair facing us. “It’s not something I go around
advertising.”

My brows
pulled together as I reached over for the menu. I plucked the
laminated thing up and scanned the list of endless foods. I blew my
lips out in a raspberry and eyed the dinner section. “Why’s
that?”

“Because I
don’t know how people will react. Some people are entirely fine
with it whilst others sneer, shy away or think it gives them the
right to take their problems out on me. So I don’t tell them until
necessary.”

My head lolled
back and fourth as I thought about what he had said. It made sense
really. I could just imagine the people he must have to deal with
that think he’s the whole justice system rolled into one.

“Anyway,” I
cleared my throat and ideally played with the menu in my fingers.
“The ex contacted you yet?”

Brad looked up
from his own menu, his brows drawn tight over his eyes. His dark
eyes were troubled and weary all at the same time. “No.”

Uh-huh,
sure.

“You’re
lying.”

He blew out a
breath and sat back in his seat, the menu forgotten from his hands.
His fingers went straight to his eyes where he rubbed them,
suddenly looking extremely tired.

“Talk to me.”
I whispered, tilting my head to the side, watching and waiting for
him.

“What would
you say if I told you she asked me to get back together?”

My eyes
widened as I shifted in my seat. Now, this was interesting.
“Seriously,”

Brad nodded
slowly, still eyeing me wearily. “Yeah, she contacted me on Monday
and we kind of got talking and it came about that she was by
herself.” His face pinched together. “She asked me if I had met
anyone and I said no and that’s when she said that we could give it
a go again.”

Well, hot
damn.

“Can I take
your orders?” a woman appeared at our side with a small pad in her
hand and a pen poised above said pad. My eyes flicked over her and
I felt my nose curl up at the side. She was a suicide blonde with a
bad root problem and she stunk of some cheap perfume that smelled
like toilet freshener. What was it with those women thinking they
needed to use the whole bottle?

My nose
twitched and my eyes watered a little when she leaned into the
table. I opened my mouth to tell her that she needed to lay off the
scent when Brad cut in. “could you give us a minute?”

The woman’s
blue eyes narrowed beneath the triple thick layer of mascara she’d
caked on before she nodded and moved onto a bunch of workmen that
had just come in making a nuisance of themselves.

“Here.” Brad
handed me another one of his handkerchiefs.

I looked down
at the cotton folded in his hands and couldn’t help the snort that
fell from me. “You carry those around, seriously?”