Chapter 26
Aliena
I haven’t moved a muscle in the time Sebastian was gone, only stirring when the smell of hot chocolate wafts over me. I open my eyes to see Sebastian walk towards me with a tray. I sit up on the bed, my mouth watering as I take in the small cake.
“One lava cake for the lady. I hope you like it,” he says, seeming almost nervous as he settles down next to me and hands me the tray.
“No for you?” I ask, picking up the spoon on the tray.
“Oh, no, I just had dessert. Besides, I might’ve licked the bowls and spoons clean while the cake was in the oven,” he admits, smiling sheepishly. My eyes latch onto the tilt in his mouth and without thinking, I lean over to kiss him. He doesn’t have time to kiss me back before I pull away and I dig into the cake.
My eyes close as the flavor explodes on my taste buds. “That’s fucking awesome,” I tell him.
He chuckles. “Such a filthy mouth,” he taunts. I merely glare at him and keep eating. I don’t even care that I’m fully naked beneath the sheets. I don’t care that I gave in and let him kiss me. Well, and a lot more than that. Hell, I’m not even panicking about what I know will happen once I’m done with this.
As long as I don’t dwell on the fact that I can’t sneak out before morning, or that I have nowhere to go when this thing goes to hell, I’m fine.
“So, tell me what’s next on your plan?” I prompt before my doubts can creep up on me in the silence. Sebastian smiles wickedly, kicking my heart rate up a notch.
He muses. “Well, I was thinking that once you’re done, I’ll put away the tray and lay you flat on your back.” His fingers gently tug at the edge of the blanket covering me, drawing awareness to it.
“Then, I’ll kiss you. We have a lot of that to do to make up for lost time.” He grins cheekily while I swallow another bite. “Let me think, what’s next,” he trails off, humming as he pulls down the sheet to reveal more of my skin. It drops off my breasts, letting the cool air brush against my stiffening nipples.
I manage to swallow two more bites before I’m completely exposed and without the shield of the blanket to save me from his hungry stare. Slowly, teasingly, his fingers start caressing their way across my skin, making it hard for me to focus on finishing the last bit of the cake.
“There, there, Sweetheart, finish up,” he tells me, even as his fingers brush against the side of my boob. Fuck, he’s a monster. How is it that my skin is buzzing so soon after two orgasms?
I swallow another bite and clear my throat. “What comes next?” I ask.
“Mh, let’s see. I think I’ll tease you with my fingers for a while, get you all nice and wet for me.” As he says it, I swallow the last bite of the cake with great difficulty. When he sees I’m done, he smiles wickedly, his eyes flashing.
“Drink a bit,” he urges, nodding to the glass on the tray. I do so without arguing.
Satisfied, Seb reaches for the tray even as he says, “And then, my little troublemaker, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll leave an imprint on my mattress.”
Before I can utter a sound in response, his lips find mine, hungry and demanding. I meet him kiss for kiss, happy to open my mouth and let him deepen the encounter. My hands find his hair again, gripping the thick, dark strands as he lays me down as promised. And then, he’s hovering above me again, his knees spreading mine apart to make space for him.
When he leans in, pressing his body onto mine, I can feel how hard he is beneath his pants. As if he couldn’t help himself and with none of the restraint he showed when he was eating me out, he grinds against me. We share a moan and I arch my back, pushing my naked chest against his and marveling at the heat coming off of him.
One of his hands cupping my face slowly lets go of my cheek and slides down my body until he’s cupping my pussy. When he finds me already wet, he groans against my lips. “So responsive, Sweetheart. Look how ready you are for me.”
I pull his face back to mine without responding, grinding against his hand. He slips two fingers back inside of me, massaging my inner walls and making sure I really am ready. I want to tell him to hurry, that I’m wet enough and aching to have him inside me, but he keeps up his slow coaxing of my pleasure.
It’s only when I feel the familiar tingles spread from my womb to my toes that he pulls out of me, the bastard. I try to clench around his fingers to keep him there, to make him make me come since I’m so close but he merely chuckles.
“No, no, Aliena. The next time you come, it’s around my cock,” he says in that deep, husky voice of his. I nod, reaching for his zipper to finally take him from his confines. My hand finds his erection, wrapping around the silky-smooth skin and pumping it once.
He searches my face, looking almost pained as he stops my hand on him. “With or without condom?” he grits losing that grip on his self-control. We live together, so he knows I’m on the pill and we talked about both being clean.
Since I don’t want him to move away from me now, I breathe, “Without.” I grind against his hand again, breathing, “Please,” for good measure.
He curses, kisses me with a new ferocity, and the next thing I know, his broad tip is placed at my entrance. Pulling away, Sebastian trembles all over as he says, “I’m not going to be gentle, baby. Not the first time.” With that, he pushes into me with one deep, brutal thrust.
I grit my teeth and breathe through my nose as I try to make my body relax and accommodate to the feeling of him inside of me. He’s long, painfully so and with a girth that goes with it, and while I knew that already, it doesn’t lessen the slight sting as he stretches me out. I might be far from a virgin but it’s been months since I’ve had sex.
Sebastian’s lips hover over mine as he keeps himself still, seeming to hold his breath. After a second, my body finally relaxes, and his hand starts caressing my cheek. “That’s it, Sweetheart. Relax for me,” he mutters against my lips. Then, starting to move slightly, he adds, “Fuck, you’re tight. ”
Despite his warning that he won’t be gentle, his first few thrusts are slow, experimental. When I’ve finally relaxed fully and the sting of him turns into pleasure, he asks, “Okay now?”
I nod, keeping my eyes closed as I hold his hands where they are next to my face. He leans back, sitting on his heels as he grips my waist tightly, adjusting me, all without ever pulling out. When his hands move from my waist to my ass to hoist me up a few inches, his tip hitting the end of me, an embarrassingly guttural moan tears from me.
“Spread your feet apart,” he instructs roughly. I do as he says, finally opening my eyes to see him looking down at where he’s entering me. Following his gaze, my toes curl.
He squeezes my flesh, his pace picking up enough to make me scoot up on the bed. “Grip the headboard,” he finally tells me. Once I do, the last of his restraint seems to bleed away and he starts pounding into me as roughly as he promised.
I cling onto the headboard for dear life, my limbs shaking with the effort to stay in this position even as he does most of the work. It’s worth the strain, though. The angle at which he’s hitting me is heavenly.
“That’s it, Sweetheart. So fucking good,” he moans. His praise worms its way through all of my body, warming my chest and adding to the pleasure gathering in my womb. My inner walls clench around him, eager to please, and when he groans, I nearly smile.
“Aliena, I won’t last long if you keep doing that. It’s been six months,” he grits, his nails digging father into my skin. I like the sting of it, like that he’s being rough on me, so I repeat my earlier motion and enjoy the way he grunts.
“You like that, don’t you? You like making me lose it. You like it rough?” he asks and although his words are vulgare, they turn me on impossibly more. As if feeling it too, Sebastian treats me with an exceptionally hard thrust.
I cry out softly, my toes curling as the pleasure within me reaches a high.
“Again. Please. I’m so close,” I gasp, desperate for a release. My hands grapple with the sheets, twisting them in my fingers as my muscles strain. Sebastian seems only too happy to deliver, thrusting down into me again and again, his grip on my ass keeping me in place as he does, in fact, fuck me into the mattress.
I take in the vein pulsing on his neck, his strong, clenched jaw, and those dark, determined eyes. Our gaze locks as I feel myself tumbling over the edge but as I reach my peak, I throw my head back and close my eyes firmly, unwilling to show myself too vulnerable.
Sebastian doesn’t stop his ruthless thrusts, and he doesn’t fall over the edge with me as expected. Instead, he only pulls out of me when my body goes lax and the waves of my orgasm subside. Before I can wonder about it or feel bad, he effortlessly twists my body so I’m lying on my stomach.
Then, his hands are pulling up my ass and his tip is back against my entrance. “I’m not done with you yet, Sweetheart,” he tells me and I can hear the strain in his voice. He curses under his breath. “I wish you could see yourself right now. So fucking beautiful with your back arched and your swollen pussy on display for me.”
His body covers mine as he leans over me, kissing the curve of my neck. With one smooth thrust, he’s back inside me, seated to the hilt. He sighs against my skin. “You feel like heaven. For fuck’s sake, Aliena, why do you have to be so perfect? You make me want to come so badly, it hurts,” he admits.
Every word nuzzles itself deeper into my chest, making me feel all warm and fuzzy. My sex clenches around him, the only reply I can manage.
Pulling back, he says, “One more, baby. Give me one more” While my legs shake at the mere thought of another orgasm, I nod against the sheets. In this moment, with my body and control rendered over so entirely, I think I’d agree to anything he asked, and the thought doesn’t scare me as much as it should.
He pulls out almost completely before slamming back inside to the hilt. Again and again, he hits the end of me, making my fingers dig into the sheets desperately as I try to stay upright. The sounds that leave me are barely human and I’m glad that they’re muffled by the mattress. Sebastian, at last, has started moaning almost mindlessly, his praise for me the only interruptions.
When his hand curls around my hip and two of his fingers press onto my sensitive clit, my body jerks, my muscles locking up as the pleasure that’s been steadily building explodes through my body. I might’ve moaned his name, but I can’t tell for sure. My mind is barely functioning as my skin sparks and the waves of my fourth orgasm tonight wreck me.
Behind me, I’m faintly aware that Sebastian has stopped thrusting, holding himself deep inside of me and grinding his hips against mine as he comes.
If his hands weren’t holding me in place, I would collapse for sure. When he is coming down from his climax and eventually pulls out of me, he finally lets me do just that. With a sigh, I curl up in a ball, trying to gather my bearings and bring my mind back into my body from whatever cloud it’s currently on.
Two gentle hands caress my skin, the gesture so tender I can hardly stand it. I know I should get up, if not to leave like my first instinct tells me to do, then to go to the toilet before I’m making a mess of things.
But when I try to get up, I wince and the hands on my shoulder gently ease me back down. “Tell me what you need,” Sebastian tells me, kissing my shoulder. I sigh, soaking it up before I shake my head and get up again.
“I need to go to the bathroom. I’m afraid you can’t help me there,” I tell him lightly. He just cocks an eyebrow at the challenge and the next thing I know, I’m in his arms and he’s carrying me to the adjoint room.
“Sure I can,” he retorts as he walks. Meanwhile, my cheeks flush red when he sets me down right in front of the toilet. Again, I wince slightly at the discomfort he left between my legs, no matter that I like feeling sore. Sebastian, for his part, looks a little worried.
He cups my cheek. “I’m sorry if I hurt you,” he says sincerely. My chest squeezes and I shake my head.
“Don’t be. I like it. Now, get out. I’ll manage to get back to the bed by myself,” I tease him, desperate to end this confusingly tender moment. I don’t need him to take care of me – to look at me like he cares. Not right now, at least. It’s too intimate and feels like a violation of the rules.
No, I need a second to push away my lingering panic of change or rejection and remind myself it’s all right. That I don’t have to walk away first because this is Sebastian, my friend , and he won’t be weird about seeing me in the morning. Not when he’s been doing that every day for a while now.