Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
SEBASTIAN
I didn’t exactly plan this.
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m dragging my teeth across his throat. I won’t bite him, not here, but you can bet your ass I want to. I don’t care that Tony’s out there in the dining room. I don’t care about anyone else.
When I spotted Simon after leaving him with his brother earlier today and not knowing when I’d see him again, I swear it felt like a second chance—one I couldn’t allow to pass me by.
“Since when am I yours, you arrogant piece of shit?”
I can only chuckle at Simon’s words. He’s trying to sound defiant right now, but his cock is rock hard against my leg and every syllable out of his mouth oozes desire.
“Hmm.” I pull off his bow tie and start in on his shirt buttons. Careful not to rip anything this time, I slide the fabric far enough apart to sink my teeth into his chest. Just enough to know he’ll have a reminder of me later.
“Since we met, I’ve had this overwhelming need to mark you as mine. I can’t touch you without wanting to let the entire world know I was there. I’ve never felt that way about anyone.”
Whether he realizes it or not, I’ve handed Simon the keys to the fucking kingdom. I should hate that I’m showing him my belly. He’s got my leash. Everything I am belongs to him.
I’m tired of pretending otherwise.
To illustrate my point, I tighten my grip with my left hand, which is currently wrapped around his upper arm. It’s hard enough to know that later, there will be a bruise there too.
“I’ve never wanted anybody to touch me the way I’ve let you touch me,” Simon confesses.
“My first boyfriend—or sort of boyfriend, anyway—was the pastor’s son on the farm where I was raised.
Elijah liked hurting me, and I let him because I thought he loved me, but I didn’t feel the way I feel with you. ”
It sounds as if this confession is painful for him. But it’s music to my ears. We’ve both cut ourselves open. It’s a blood pact now.
I spin him around and press his chest against the wall. The position reminds me very much of the first night we spent together. I’m dying to sink inside him, but I didn’t come prepared, and I’m not convinced we have the time.
Someone’s going to come looking for one of us.
Sooner, if not later. I find I’m less concerned about what people might think if they catch me in here with my pants down than I would have been in the past. More, I’m concerned for Simon.
I may hate the idea of him with another man, but I won’t sabotage him or risk getting him arrested.
“What the fuck are you doing, Sebastian?” he hisses.
“I think I knew you were mine the moment I met you, with your pickpocketing, snarky attitude, and how you looked at me when I dug my fingers into your skin. From that first time we kissed, I couldn’t think of anything other than owning you. Ruining you.”
“You’re not allowed to ruin me tonight.” He gasps when I reach down to undo his pants. “It’s a black-tie event and I’m supposed to be fucking working.”
“I know. As much as I’d like to, I won’t cover you in marks. Not tonight. I’m just going to leave a little something. Enough so you’ll remember me later. Enough to remind you who you belong to. So anyone else you’re with will feel disappointing and flat in comparison.”
“That was already true.”
My chest swells at his admission. And again when he moans, “Oh, God, please.” When I pull his cock out.
“You can call me Sebastian,” I murmur in his ear. “You don’t have to call me God.”
“Fucking ass—ho—oh. Shit. Yes, fuck yes, Sebastian. Harder.”
I press my lips to his neck as I jerk him hard and fast as requested, reveling in the adrenaline of our semipublic location and the feel of him in my hands, his harsh pants and the whisper of my name on his breath.
The scent of him fills the small room. Of us, together. Of clean sweat and Simon’s bodywash, which for once doesn’t smell like mine. I’ll forgive him just this once.
“You feel so good in my hands,” I whisper against his ear. “I didn’t know I could feel this good. You showed me, Simon. You. I’m not letting you go. I thought I could, but I can’t. I won’t.”
“I…” He hisses and groans, quite possibly because the lack of any lube besides spit is causing him a bit of pain, perhaps because he’s getting close to orgasm.
Knowing him as I do, probably both. It doesn’t escape my notice that he hasn’t responded to what I said.
I don’t expect him to—at least not right now.
I slow down, just a fraction. We don’t have time for me to draw this out the way I want to, but I can’t resist the urge to edge him a little. To remind him how good I can make him feel. How much he loves my hands on him.
“God, it’s so fucking good,” he groans. “It’s like your hand is the perfect size to hit all my nerve endings. I didn’t expect it to be this good.”
“You think that’s all this is? The size of my hand?
You know damn well it’s more, Simon. It’s you being perfect for me, and me making you feel the way nobody else can.
It’s the way you respond to my touch in a way I know damn well none of the other men who pay you can make you feel.
They don’t know you the way I do, do they?
They never will. They don’t know exactly how to make you come because they don’t care, and even if they did, they wouldn’t know your body the way I do. ”
His body tenses. He’s close again, and I don’t intend to stop him this time. Instead, I pull aside the collar of his shirt and sink my teeth into the spot we both love, right in the crook of his neck.
He shudders and throws his hand against the wall. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
With the murmurs of voices and the clinks of dishes beyond the door as our backdrop, I stroke him through his orgasm.
I touch him until the pleasure turns to sensitivity and into pain.
He moans when I offer him my hand, and he licks me clean while I throb with need for him.
I’m hard as hell, yes, but it’s more than physical.
“If we weren’t in a public place, fucking you is exactly what I’d do.” I help him right his clothing and retie his tie.
He glances down. I’m obviously still hard in my trousers.
“What about you?”
“I’m fine for now.” I back him into the wall, once again pinning him with my body. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to go out there and have your little date with Drew. Fuck him or don’t fuck him, I don’t care because either way we both know you’ll be thinking about me.”
An overly cocky assumption? Yes. Or a fervent wish.
I should have given a shit when I caught Tony cheating, but I didn’t.
Telling him to leave was for the best. No more need to pretending in a marriage that had never truly mattered beyond what it could give me.
I can blame Tony for cheating, but I wasn’t without fault.
Simon, on the other hand? I want him. And I want him to want me back, but not because I’m paying for his time.
So I’m taking a big swing, but big swings are what I do. They’ve gotten me to where I am today. Hopefully, I’ll manage one more.
I run my thumb over his plump lower lip. “While you’re spending time as Drew’s arm candy, I intend to get Tony’s agreement to sign off on the divorce if it’s the last fucking thing I do. And when you are ready to be with me without money or obligations in the way, you will come and let me know.”
He can’t say no to me this time. I won’t let him.
“There will always be money and obligations in the way.”
His words slice straight across my sternum. “Simon. Listen.”
“You listen. Even after I’ve quit escorting, I will be making a fraction of what you are.
It would never be an equal partnership, and I won’t be some kept pet like your boy Tony was.
Besides, I’m sure you think you mean what you’re saying now, but you wouldn’t be the first guy to make me promises and then walk away. ”
“You mean your precious Elijah.” I nearly spit the words.
“He’s not my anything, and that’s the point. He told me he loved me and wanted to be with me, and then when things got real, he left me hanging.”
“If you’ve learned anything about me by now, it should be that when I make up my mind on something, I see it through to the end.” I have not changed my mind about Tony, and I sure as hell haven’t changed my mind about Simon.
“Then I guess I’ll see you when you get to the end.”
With that, Simon straightens his jacket and walks out, leaving me gasping for air, wondering if I’ve scored a victory or a loss.