Chapter Twelve
SIMON
It’s after closing time by the time we reach the restaurant where I left my car. The ride has been mostly silent aside from road noise and the occasional ping of Sebastian’s phone.
For my part, I don’t know what to say. I didn’t expect to enjoy myself with Sebastian.
I didn’t expect to laugh in bed with him, enjoy pizza and video games with his neighbor, or have the best sex in my life.
This guy is married, and I’m…me. My usual method of saying “Thanks, I had fun” on my way out the door feels stupid and hollow. Anything else feels like too much.
The lights of Belle Argo are few and far between as we pull into the parking lot.
Except for the downtown area and some of the larger resorts, most of the city shuts down early.
Honestly, it’s one of the things I like about this town.
While I’ve done some partying, it’s not how I prefer to spend my evenings.
I mean, it sort of comes with the territory as a male escort, but I won’t miss it when I quit.
A part of me still feels weird when I’m up too late or sleep past dawn. I guess you can take the boy off the farm, but you can’t take the farm out of the boy. Or you can’t mess with his sleep cycle when he’s used to milking the goats at dawn. Or something.
Sebastian clears his throat. “Okay. I have the feeling you’re not going to want to hear this, but I’ve been thinking about it, and I’d like to see you again.”
“You mean like an actual date? Oh fuck no.” Okay I didn’t need to say it like that, but the words are out of my mouth before I’ve had a chance to even consider the request.
Which is for the best. This thing with Sebastian can’t go anywhere, even if I might wish differently. So I guess the answer is the same once I have considered it.
He turns off the car. Right now is my chance to get out and leave. I don’t know why I don’t.
“You’re right,” he says. “It’s a bad idea.”
“It’s the worst idea. I have sex with guys for money, and you’re still married to the last guy you kicked out for doing that.”
“I wasn’t mad at Tony for having sex for money. If he had been escorting, though, I would have had some questions.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Of course I do.” Sebastian shakes his head. “Tony and I had an agreement. The one thing I asked of him was no cheating. That’s why I kicked him out.”
“I get that. I just don’t see how I’m any different.”
“I know who and what you are. You haven’t lied to me or betrayed me.
I’ve felt better with you today than I have in years.
Besides, the horse has left the barn at this point.
I didn’t want Tony cheating because I didn’t want people gossiping.
Tony’s a party planner, and he knows every gossip in town.
If anyone still hasn’t heard, it’s because they’re in a coma. ”
Wow. Okay.
“You could change your mind. The two of you might work things out.” For some reason, those words give me heartburn. It’s been a long day, that’s all.
“If I thought so, I wouldn’t be here with you. When I decide something, I don’t change my mind. I’ve never been more certain of anything than when I walked into that room and told him to go.”
The breath I blow out feels oddly like relief. Fuck.
Simon, you are so fucked.
Deep breaths are relaxing. That’s what I’m doing.
I glance at my Jeep, the only other car in the lot. It’s wet from the latest afternoon thundershower, but no worse off than before. Given that I left it overnight, I’m lucky they didn’t have it towed.
I don’t know why it hasn’t moved. I don’t know why I haven’t, either.
Time to rip off the bandage. “Thanks for the ride,” I say with forced cheer. “And for everything else.” My reluctance is confusing, but I don’t intend to give it any airtime.
Sebastian’s phone pings again. He reaches for it with one hand, but when I go to open the door, his other hand lands on my leg.
“Don’t go yet,” he says. “I have to take this, but don’t go. Please.”
That “please” makes me relax back into my seat. His voice sounds so raw. I get the feeling Sebastian isn’t the kind of guy who uses that word often.
“Hey, Lehman,” he answers.
His gaze flicks to mine, and he gives me a tight smile. I’d feel worse about my obvious eavesdropping, but I’m less than a foot away, so what else will I do? Plug my ears and sing? Jerk off?
Okay, that one’s tempting.
“You said tomorrow.”
He glances my way again. Something tells me our unplanned day might have put a kink in his work situation somehow.
Haha. Kink.
Speaking of… I think back to earlier in the day and the night before, and I can’t help but get turned on again. In all my wild experiences, I’ve never met a guy who could work my body so perfectly.
I hold eye contact while I press my back against the seat and ease my zipper down. His eyes widen, but that’s the only way I can see him react.
“I’ll be in as soon as I can. Yes, I know it’s important. I’m the one who told you we needed to—no. I’m in the car right now. Yeah. Fine.”
Sebastian’s eyes narrow, and I can’t help but grin while I pull my dick out and give it a stroke. When I bite down on my lower lip, his hard swallow is loud enough to echo in the car. We may be in a public place, and he may be on the phone, but it feels like our own private moment right now.
“Lehman, I hear you. We can discuss the budget when I get there.”
There’s a little “hmm” that comes out of my throat as I stroke faster.
It’s not loud enough for the guy on the other end to hear, but it is enough that I can see the effect it has on Sebastian.
The way his fingers tighten around the phone.
The tick in his jaw. The tent he’s pitching in his expensive pants.
There’s so much wrong with being this turned on for a married man who recently threatened to have me arrested. I know. The wrongness feels so good, though.
“Lehman, I’ll have to call you back.”
I chuckle. A tinny voice tells me this Lehman dude is still talking when he hangs up.
“You’re a fucking menace.”
For some reason, that makes me laugh harder. “You have no idea.”
“I’m starting to.” His hand shoots out, wrapping around mine. Then he squeezes. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make it so I can’t keep stroking.
And damned if that doesn’t make even more blood rush to my dick. I swear I can hear the beat of my own heart right now, and it sounds like one of those parts in a suspense film where some shit’s about to go down.
The need to thrust into our joined hands is killing me. “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“I was at most, like, sixty seconds away from blowing my load, and I’d like to finish, please.”
His low laugh is the stuff of panty dropping. I’d have dropped mine by now if I were wearing any. Come to think of it, I guess my briefs are probably still on his bedroom floor. I’m commando in my suit pants, which I’m sure need to be dry-cleaned now.
“How about ‘please, Sir’?”
Oh, hell yeah. That shoots a bolt of lust and adrenaline right through me. I’ve had clients ask me to call them Sir or Professor or whatever kinky shit before. I had a guy who kept wanting me to tell him what a nasty little slut I was. At the time it was all I could do not to roll my eyes.
But now, with Sebastian holding my orgasm hostage, all I want to do is get on my knees and beg. Or bend over the nearest piece of furniture and present myself to him.
And beg.
“Please, Sir,” I whisper. It’s been a long fucking time since I thought hard about my relationship with spirituality, but something in those two words sounds almost sacred.
There’s not much light here, but I can see it when his eyes widen. Is that the lamppost in the parking lot, or is it his internally generated evil gleam?
Either way, there’s no mistaking the curve of his smile after.
He slides his seat back. “Climb into my lap.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. Thank fuck he’s got a smooth, clean console tray, and it isn’t one of those old cars with a hand brake and a gearshift and whatnot in the middle.
My buddy Dean has that kind of car. It’s terrible for car sex.
I guess that’s fine for him since he’s already got a kid.
Landing on top of Sebastian makes me shiver. It’s probably a reminder that we’ve done this before. Or maybe it’s the heat in his gaze, the way it’s still locked onto mine as he undoes his belt and gets his dick out.
The way he groans out loud when his shaft slides against mine. Fuck yes.
“Fuck yourself against me.” His words are quiet, but the command is clear.
“Yes, Sir.” I stick my tongue out when I say it. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t.
There’s a look on his face that tells me I might pay for that later, but I’m too lost in pleasure to care. He can put it on my tab.
This is the worst kind of temptation. If he keeps touching me like this I’m going to forget why I said no to seeing him again.
“You feel so good against me. Your skin is so smooth and perfect. Look at that. Look how we fit together. I want to see your cum mixed with mine. I want to see you lose control all over me. I want you to scream so loud the whole fucking neighborhood knows how good I’m making you feel.
God, I can’t stand how much I want you.”
Hoo-boy. In case I haven’t mentioned it already? This guy can get it with the dirty talk.
I should know. I’m a professional.
He’s got one hand wrapped around both our cocks and another wrapped around my hip.
His fingers dig into me, and there’s a delicious ache from the bruises he gave me last night.
I’m going to be covered in marks. It should piss me off, but right now, it’s exciting.
I’ve never felt like this. Not just wanted, but needed.
Claimed.
I’m racked with shivers. Every nerve in my body is tingling. “I’m close.”
“Ask me,” he grunts. “Ask me for permission.”
Asshole. “Please.”
“Ask me.”
“Please let me come.”