Chapter 27
Sebastian
For once, I wake up before Aliena. It’s all the confirmation I need to know I must have really powered her out last night.
Satisfaction curls in my stomach like a fuzzy animal as I hold her naked body against mine. She’s soft and warm, absolutely heavenly.
Thoughts of last night flash through my mind, making enough blood rush to my semi to make me fully hard. God, I can almost still hear her moans and whimpers. Knowing that I was the reason for them is enough to make me feel a foot taller.
I press a lingering kiss on her shoulder, reveling in the way she nuzzles closer even in sleep. If only her round ass didn’t push up against my erection, making a new wave of need rush over me. I sigh and untangle myself from her before the temptation to wake her up with my dick in her tight heat becomes too great.
While we touched up on a few fantasies, we haven’t cleared that particular idea, and I’d die before I fucked her without her consent.
Instead, I resort to something I know I’m allowed to do. I gently turn her on her back and peel the sheet from her body like she’s done to me in my sleep many times. I kiss my way down her breasts and her tummy so gently she doesn’t stir and finally position myself between her legs. With my first kiss on her clit, she startles awake and her wide eyes find mine.
“Morning, beautiful,” I tell her, spreading her legs for me. With the granted access, I place a kiss on her entrance.
Aliena bites her lip. “Morning,” she murmurs breathily. Her chest is already rising and falling with heavy, uneven breaths and for a second, I’m too weak to deny my gaze to lock onto her moving breasts. Memories of how beautifully they filled my hand rush through my mind, and I reach up to cup them.
Aliena’s eyes flutter shut, and she barely makes a sound as I slowly coax an orgasm out of her by teasing her clit and breasts. Once her body relaxes again, I come up to give her a deep kiss. “Are you still sore?” I ask. The corner of her sinful lips tips up and shakes her head, opening her legs for me and letting me bury myself inside of her.
This time, I’m not driven by the same desperation and pent-up need. No, this time, I take it slow, enjoying it as long as I can to have Aliena beneath me, so damn compliant for once.
I know without a shadow of a doubt that after this morning, our old routine will change.
By the time Thursday rolls around, I could blindly draw a map of Aliena’s body and all the places she likes to be touched most. After round one on Wednesday morning, I went for my jog while Aliena got ready for work. Our evening looked the same as always but after dinner, while she was making the dishes, I came up from behind her and started kissing her neck.
Then, well, I did a little more than kiss her neck, and the dishes were forgotten. After that round, I set her on the kitchen counter, finished doing the dishes, and set everything in place. My roommate seemed very happy with me once I was done and pulled me in for a kiss, opening her thighs to let me step in between. The woman’s insatiable, and since I did promise to fuck her on every surface of our home, I was happy to discover it.
She slept in my arms as always, but when she turned that night to lay her head on my chest and sighed contently, I couldn’t deny the dangerous adoration that spread through my mind and body like a wildfire.
It wasn’t lust or attraction. It was something deeper and entirely foreign.
This morning, she woke up before me again and then treated me to her usual wake-up call. Although, before she could make me come, I pulled her up my body and let her ride me instead. With the way I know she can dance, it was no surprise that she moved on top of me with an ease I’d never witnessed in a woman before.
Now, I’m at school, trying and failing to stop thinking about her.
“Dude, did you hear a word I just said?” a gruff voice breaks through the fog clouding my mind as someone shoves me.
My head whips up to glare and Andrew. “What?” I snap a little more harshly than intended.
“I told you to get up. Class is over,” he points out, unbothered by my bad mood. I look around the room and realize most of my classmates have already filed out. Shit, I don’t think I heard a single word that was said today .
“What’s up your ass? You’ve been weird all day. Did something happen on your birthday?” Mattheo chimes in, looking at me funnily.
“No, all good. I’m just tired,” I deflect.
“Right. Tired. I don’t even want to know what you were doing all night,” Lily says, looking like she has a suspicion she’s not happy about.
“You mean who. You don’t want to know who he was doing all night to leave him this tired and agitated,” Andrew provides helpfully, earning himself a punch from his girlfriend and me at the same time.
Mattheo, for one, resorts to merely glaring at me, clearly sharing Andrew’s theory and not liking it. He still thinks there’s something going on between Aly and me, and that I should be loyal to her. He’s right, of course, and I have been. Since I met her. He really has no reason to glare.
“It’s whom, you idiot,” Lily mutters under her breath, so quietly I feel like she’s trying not to be a know it all but she just can’t help it. She changes the topic. “Anyway, let’s talk about your party on Saturday. I checked with Aly, and she said she had Sunday off so she’ll be there.” I know that, of course. That’s why I’m throwing the party on Saturday rather than Friday.
“Cool. Yeah, there’s not much to talk about. It’s the same as always,” I tell them. When I see Lily’s mouth open to argue, I cut her off. “It is, Lil. I don’t celebrate my birthday, certainly not with a party. I mean it, don’t try to bring gifts or something along the lines.”
She pouts. “So, no cake?” she asks slowly. I laugh and shake my head.
“Sorry to disappoint, but no. There won’t be cake. ”
Andrew throws his arm over his girlfriend at the same time she turns around, mumbling something that sounds suspiciously close to, “Monster.”
Still laughing, I follow my friends to our next class, glad that for even a second, they got my head on something other than a certain honey-eyed woman.
I’m once again in bed with Aliena, only this time, before she can reach for my belt, I stop her gently. “Hang on. I had an idea I wanted to talk to you about,” I tell her.
She pulls away so she can look at me without craning her neck. “Sounds saucy. Hit me,” she demands, and I chuckle at the impatience thick in her voice. To placate her, I offer her a short kiss, which she accepts happily. It’s funny how she refused to let my lips so much as brush against hers for weeks and now she seems to enjoy few things more.
“Well, I have this box in my bedside drawer with some stuff in it,” I admit, smiling sheepishly when Aliena’s eyebrows rise. “It was a gift from the guys a few years ago but I’ve never used it. Well, not the things in this particular box, I have done things like that before, though. And I liked it, so I was wondering if maybe you were interested in trying something out.”
To my great despair, I can feel my cheeks burn up as I stumble over my words like a fucking moron.
“What sort of things are we talking about?” Aliena asks carefully, reminding me just how badly I just was at explaining.
Instead of repeating the fiasco, I simply grab the box and set it on the bed, revealing the ties and ropes that lie on top. As I said, harmless stuff. Basically vanilla .
Of course, beneath those things are a few whips and crops of different sizes but while I’ve spanked past partners with my hand or a belt, I’ve never tried using actual whips. I’d have to read up on it before ever using it on Aliena. The same goes for the other toys beneath.
Aliena takes a long second to look at what I revealed. Finally, she reaches for a red silk band that would be just perfect to bind her wrists. She smiles shyly when she meets my eyes.
“I’ve never really used accessories in bed, to be honest. Well, other than my toys, but that was only when I was alone. I think I’d let you tie me up, though. If only to try,” she explains. My heart skips an excited beat.
“Yeah? You’re sure? I don’t want you to feel any pressure to agree if you don’t feel like it. I’m happy either way,” I assure her.
“I know. I’m sure. I trust you. Besides, I have always been a little curious and since I like it when you pin my wrists, I’d say this is a safe bet.” At her admission, my heart doesn’t skip a beat. It stumbles over itself, makes a loop, and then skips two beats. She trusts me. I don’t think three little words ever made me feel prouder.
“Okay, if you’re sure. Now, let’s backpedal to those toys you mentioned. Are they here?” I ask, watching her cheeks burn up crimson. There’s my answer. “Tell me, have you used them since you moved in?”
Aliena shrugs nonchalantly but it doesn’t contain the ease it usually does. I narrow my eyes, my amusement heightening. “Oh, you did. What about this room? Have you used them in this bed?” I go on. If she says yes to that, I might as well forget all about tying her up and take her right now. Some possessive part of me likes the thought that she pleasured herself in my room, on my bed when I wasn’t here. Breathing in my scent on the sheets, remembering how I held her...
Sadly, Aliena shakes her head now. “Of course, not! This is your bed. No, I – they’re in my room,” she finally admits.
“First off, this is our room. You sleep here every night. Secondly, do you want me to use them? On you?” It would be a lie to say I didn’t get excited at the prospect of it.
I can work her up to an orgasm perfectly fine without any assistance, but a toy can add some extra variety to it.
If anything, her blush deepens, and I don’t understand why she’s so shy all of the sudden. I always figured she’d be as loud and outspoken about all things concerning sex. She owns her body like she knows exactly what she wants, but maybe that was a misconception. I hate the thought of making her uncomfortable. I reach for her hand and give it a squeeze. “Sweetheart, if I’m crossing a line, just let me know.”
“No, you’re not. It’s just, I mean, you don’t really need them, do you? It’s not like you have trouble making me come,” she mumbles. When she looks up and sees me smiling like a Cheshire cat, she glares at me. “Ugh, forget I said that. Your ego really doesn’t need any brushing up to.”
“Right, right. Already forgotten. Now, will you answer my question if I’m not making you uncomfortable?”
“Yes, Sebastian. I’d gladly let you use them,” she drawls, shoving my shoulder. “Let’s move over to my room. I don’t want to move my things.” I don’t mention that it’s not her room again. That the room we’re currently in is our room and that’s the end of it .
Getting off the bed, I reach out my hand to help her follow my lead. She accepts it and walks ahead down the hall. As I follow her, something else crosses my mind.
“Oh, I forgot to ask you something else. About Saturday when our friends come over, do you want to tell them? That you live here, I mean? I know that would come with a lot of explaining more private things for you but maybe it’s time to stop lying to all of them.”
I see her shoulders move with a sigh rather than hear it. “You’re probably right, but I don’t think I can do it. Those private things you mentioned are complicated as hell and I honestly don’t want to spend my evening explaining my family drama. For now, I’d rather keep those things to myself.”
“And what if someone asks to give you a ride home? I doubt Mattheo will let you walk home alone again.” I bite back a smile as I remember how I beat him up the last time. Sure, it wasn’t my brightest hour as a friend but a vindictive part of me still takes great pleasure in it.
“Then I’ll tell them I’m spending the night. I’ve always had a room, after all. It’s not so unimaginable that I’d take advantage of it.”
Deciding that this is her choice to make, I give in. “As you wish.” And then I follow her into her room, perking up at the prospect of exchanging the daunting memories of banging on her door as she let my best friend fuck her with some good ones.