26. Sebastian
Chapter 26
Sebastian
I tried to concentrate at work. I really did. The whole place was abuzz with a new big client coming in, but to be honest, I didn't really give two shits. Because tonight was filming night, and I was sweating through my fucking button-up shirt.
"You good man?" Fletcher asked, startling me from my reverie.
"Yeah, sorry, just spaced out for a minute. What did you say?" I asked, running a hand down my face, hoping desperately to clear my head. It was colder than it had been in a while, and between episodes of my mind running wild with tonight's filming, my shoulder decided to flare up unexpectedly, putting a damper on my mood.
"I said, do you want to come out to the city for my girl's birthday party?" The tall Viking of a man leaned forward onto my desk to grab my phone and tap something in the map bar. "Here's the address; we're getting a hotel, too. So we can get completely shitfaced."
I raised my eyebrow and picked up the phone to see the location just under an hour away. "Tomorrow?" I asked warily, adding, "I didn't even know you had a girlfriend."
Thomas grinned and stood. "I mean, she doesn't necessarily know it yet, but we're 'talking.' But I will stop at nothing to get this girl to add stupid little hearts next to my name in her contacts. So, I need you to come so I have someone from my friend group while we chill with hers."
I leaned back in my chair, the tiredness seeping into my bones. I had lain in bed with a fucking boner for over an hour, wishing it away before I finally jerked off, thinking of the feeling of Georgia Clark's skin underneath my fingers. My sleep after that was fucked.
"Remember when you pantsed me in the cafeteria?" he asked darkly, staring at me unblinkingly.
I huffed, "That was in 8th grade, Fletcher."
He nodded in concession. "It was, but the invisible scars run deep. However, this act of contrition would perhaps heal said wounds."
"Don't you have any other friends?" I groaned, knowing deep down I would be going whether I was excited or not.
Fletcher rose, straightening his jacket. "Nope," he replied, popping the final letter as he grinned at me. "See you tomorrow at seven. She's bringing a couple of friends, and I heard they're hot, so just be excited. Maybe you can hook up with someone who doesn't expect a paycheck afterward."
"Jesus Christ, Fletcher!" I hissed as he laughed his way out of my office and down a blessedly deserted hallway. My phone vibrated in my hand, and my heart rate jumped as I saw Clark's name light up the screen.
Clark: You good for tonight?
I waited; I didn't want to respond too quickly. Or wait too long. Fuck, this was stupid.
Me: Yeah, nine too late for you?
Clark: See you then.
Why was I smiling at my phone? Jesus Christ.
Freshly showered and shaved, I misted cologne over myself. For her, obviously; no one wants to fuck around with a smelly guy. It was just good manners. I checked my phone again—9:05 p.m. I frowned; it wasn't like Clark to be late. If anything, she was obnoxiously on time.
Tossing on a hoodie and sweatpants, I popped another painkiller and rotated my shoulder again, hoping it would kick in before she got here. As I checked my phone for the tenth time, it dinged loudly as her name popped up on my screen.
Clark: Emma asked me to work late. I can't say no; she can't climb the stairs very easily anymore to stock the loft.
I sat staring at my phone, the feeling of nervous anticipation giving way to heavy disappointment as I read and re-read her text. Taking a deep breath, I set my phone down and steepled my hands as I reminded myself this was a business thing. Obviously it was. I was just excited to make more money from the website, that was all. I could just do a solo video; maybe I could switch up locations or something…That was when an idea (a brilliant idea, I might add) popped into my head.
Me: No big, I'll come to you. See you soon.
I didn't bother to read the several incoming text messages that nearly vibrated my phone off of the table as I grabbed an empty box I had been meaning to throw out to recycling days ago and filled it with my camera equipment.
Oh, this would be fun .
I sang to some stupid song on the radio the entire way there, my fingers tapping my steering wheel to the beat.
I parked on the street away from any cameras, popped my hood over my head, and tried to look as nonchalant as possible as I made a beeline for the narrow alley between Hemingway's and a small antique shop. There was just one guy smoking in the alleyway, but he didn’t give me a second look as I kicked the back service entrance with my foot. I blew out a breath and watched it fog up around me as I waited anxiously. Did I not read her texts so she couldn't turn me down?
Yes.
Would I still be a gentleman if she refused?
Absolutely.
Would I be sorely disappointed about this missed opportunity?
Also absolutely.
Suddenly, the door was wrenched open, and a disgruntled Clark stood there, yielding a box blade and I took a hurried step back."What the fuck Clark!?" I hiss-whispered, clutching my box to my chest as I looked between her blade in one hand and her angry expression.
"I told you not to come! Like twenty times!" she hissed right back at me, still not lowering the blade, might I add. My shoulders dropped, and I threw my head back and groaned, "It's cold. Can I at least come in?" It wasn’t that cold, my body was like a heater but a little bit of whining might get me at least inside.
She finally lowered her blade at this point and crossed her arms. "Go home, Quinn!" she shouted, slamming the door. I waited for just a moment, the silence of the fall night seeping into my bones as I stood there, listening to the creaking of the trees of the neighborhood behind me.
Okay, Sebastian, take it like a man. But before I knew it, the door was opening, and Clark was standing there looking a beautiful mix of indecision and arousal as she picked her thumbnail.
"Did you bring the masks, at least?"
A grin pulled at the corner of my mouth, and I motioned to the box in my arms. "Obviously."
She chewed on her bottom lip before looking down the alley and then stepped back to allow me entrance into the warm bookstore.
"I knew you had it in you, Clark."
She rolled her eyes in answer and locked the door behind us. And there we were, standing in the warmth of the bookstore at night, illuminated only by the hanging cafe lights that had been strung through the rafters.
Clark looked softer in this light, her hair pulled up into a messy bun and her bangs framing her face like a halo. The baggy sweatshirt that hung off her frame only furthered my resolve to see what she hid underneath. It didn't matter that I had seen her naked body before, that I’d had her riding my face only a week ago. Or that I’d had my fingers so deep in her pussy that I could feel her tighten as she climaxed.
No, I wanted to see her come undone under these soft lights. No harsh, sensual red shadows or grey sheets, but I wanted to see the expanse of her freckled skin spread out under the warm glow as my fingers gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks.
"So, what’s going on? You never answered my texts," Clark snapped, rubbing her arms as though cold despite the warmth in the small shop.
I shrugged, looking at the box I had crammed with one camera and a tripod. "I mean…" I peered up at the loft above us. "I had some thoughts."
Something passed over her features, something dark and, dare I say…intrigued?
"Let me get this straight, Quinn," Clark took another step toward me, her brows furrowed. "You want to film us fucking in a bookstore? That I currently work in? The one with the huge windows that look onto the street?"
My eyes flickered to hers and then to the large windows that framed the building and usually gave it such beautiful natural light.
"That's exactly what I was thinking; I love that you know me so well." I set the box down, lifting my balaclava out of it and grabbing her lace mask that I had put next to mine in my bedside drawer. "What'd you think, Clark? Want to live out a fantasy?"
She scoffed, her arms still wrapped tightly around herself. "Don't pretend you know what my fantasies are, Quinn."
I cocked my head, waving her mask. "Then why did you let me in?"
Silence fell between us as she opened her mouth just to close it again. Clark looked at me, then looked to the windows that faced out into the quiet streets, a car passing by.
"If we get caught?—"
I wiggled my eyebrows seductively, lowering my voice an octave. "Doesn't that just make the whole thing a bit more exciting?"
A beat passed. My heart was thudding in my chest as she chewed her thumbnail; just as I was about to call it, Clark grabbed her mask from my hand.
"I'll meet you up there. I need a minute." And with that, she disappeared into the backroom. I resisted the urge to pump my fist in the air and composed myself like the professional I was. I'd never filmed in a bookstore before. Or fucked in one. This would be a great video; the subs were going to go crazy over it.
Yes, the subscribers. That's why my palms were sweating as I climbed the staircase and nearly tripped on the top step.
As quietly and quickly as I could, I set up the lone tripod and camera. I’d be giving the channel a more amateur film, but I knew from the analytics on previous videos that those were always a hit. I clipped a wireless mic to the hem of my mask, knowing it would pick up anything from her as well.
The lighting was low but just low enough to give the video a moody touch and a flare for the dramatics, which I always appreciated. Moving some chairs and any items that could give the shop away out of the camera’s view, I tried to make the space look as nondescript as possible, the low lighting working for me in more ways than one.
I straightened as I heard a door close below the stairs, and I busied myself with setting up the camera as I listened to her soft footfalls on the bare wooden steps leading up to me. Why was my mouth so dry?
"I don't have anything nice to wear for this, Quinn," I heard her say behind me, and I shrugged my shoulders.
"No one cares what you wear. They just want to see it torn off you anyway," I countered as I turned, swallowing hard as I saw she had pulled her hair into a loose braid that draped itself over her shoulder and brushed the top of her breast over the sweatshirt she still wore.
Clearing my throat, I motioned over to the bookshelves. "I pushed us far enough back that no one will be able to see us from the street. I obviously don't want to get caught either," I reminded her, pushing my dark hair back and grabbing my mask.
"Do you, um, have any idea of what you want to do?" she asked, hesitating as she put her mask on, pushing a bobby pin over each side to keep it in place.
"Oh, I have ideas, Clark." Motioning to her sweatshirt, I pulled my hoodie off, my skin immediately breaking out into goosebumps. "Take yours off. Follow my lead. Same rules as my house." Clark nodded and stepped closer into the loft, which was surprisingly spacious with six bookshelves on either side. The hanging cafe lights nearly brushed the top of my head as they hung to light the space.
My mouth went dry as I realized she was wearing nothing underneath, her hip still slightly discolored from her fall the day before. Before I realized what I was doing, my hand reached out to touch the bruise before reaching back to fall to my side.
"I'll be careful of that," I said, pulling my mask down and leaving my mouth exposed. "Ready?" Clark licked her lips; this time, no makeup or lipstick—just her.
"Yeah, where do you want me?"
Under me.
"By the bookcases, back to me," I instructed, my voice lowering. Going to stand behind Clark made me realize all over again how much taller I was than her, the way her head brushed up against my chest. "I'm taking off my boxers, okay? I won't do anything without the condom. You can watch me put it on if you want."
Something lurched in me when she shook her head, back still to me. "It's okay, I trust you." I nearly moaned at her admission but instead took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of lavender and eucalyptus shower gel she must use.
Letting my fingers do the rest of the talking, I brushed my hands down her sides enough to produce a shiver before taking her hips in my grip. Clark was already wet when my fingers found her center, and I pressed my cheek against the top of her head as I gently separated her folds to brush against her entrance.
"You're so wet for me already, Lace," I whispered darkly, knowing my mic was picking it up. She whimpered as I circled her, the palm of my hand brushing her swollen clit. "Do you want me to fuck you against this bookshelf?" A sharp inhalation was all that answered me, and I smiled despite myself.
Moving the free hand that was holding her steady, I grasped her neck gently, pulling her back against me as I pinned her between the bookcase and my body. My cock was already hard and pressing against her ass, and it took everything in me not to sink into her right then and there.
"Use your words," I commanded, my thumb tracing the shell of her jaw. "Tell me what you want." Clark pressed back against me, ripping a gasp from me as my cock dug harder into her. I growled as I dove a finger into her without so much as a warning, and she stiffened against me, her hand covering mine as if trying to push the digit even further inside her.
"Use your fucking words and tell me what you want," I all but growled as I slipped another finger into her soaking cunt, pressing the heel of my palm tight against her clit.
"Fuck, I want you to fuck me, Wolfe!" Clark finally gasped out as she ground down on my hand, her back arching for more contact.
I chuckled darkly, but I had never been so hard in my goddamn life as I grabbed her hands and placed them on two of the shelves above her.
"Then hold on and spread your legs like a good girl." Clark shuddered as I nudged her legs apart, taking the time to grab the condom and rip it open with my teeth, my hands trembling as I rolled it on.
I lined up, realizing she was on her tiptoes and her knuckles were turning white with the pressure of her grip. Growling, I spun her around, and without so much as an explanation, I lifted her, and she immediately wrapped her legs around me.
"Hold on to the bookcase. I've got you." Lining up again, I waited even as the caveman part of my brain begged me to bury myself in her. Clark nodded, one hand gripping the shelf behind her and the other wrapped another my shoulders. I nearly thanked the gods above when I got the okay from her and pressed myself into her.
Her head nearly hit the shelf behind her as she gasped, her mouth falling open as she stretched to accommodate my length. I did my best to go slow, making sure I didn't hurt her unintentionally, but with each inch I pressed into her, Clark—Lace’s—moans became filthier and louder. Once I was fully seated, I waited for a moment before withdrawing to the tip, feeling that delicious clench of her walls as I dragged out of her only to slam back in.
"Fuck!" she gasped as her back arched into me, her hold on the bookshelf one of the only things keeping her steady as I thrust into her tight heat. I didn't give a fuck about the cameras, or the angle, or the lighting at that moment.
The only thing I cared about was the little noises she made as I pressed my cock deeper and deeper into her or the way her fingernails scratched my back when I angled slightly to hit the spot deep inside of her. My legs were trembling as I pounded into her, sweat rolling down my back as I pushed up into her again and again.
Convincing myself that I was dead and this was the afterlife because never had I seen anything so divine as her skin illuminated by soft lights or the way her teeth dug into her plump, pink lips as she tried not to make a sound. At the same time, I drove into her over and over again. It wasn't long before my shoulder began to burn as I held her in place.
"I need to take this to the floor, okay?” I whispered, knowing I would need to edit that out later. Clark just nodded, a whimper escaping as I withdrew myself and set her down carefully on the wooden floor. Her hands grabbed the shelves as her legs threatened to collapse underneath her.
The camera. Yes, the whole reason we were fucking in the first place. I swore under my breath as I hastily dropped the tripod nearly to the floor facing the bookshelves this time. Digging in my box I quickly pulled out a thick blanket I brought just in case of something like this.
Clark looked at me, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. I didn't look away as I explained, "I told you the next time we fucked, I would have you on your knees, so I could spank your brat ass."
Watching the way Clark swallowed hard as she processed the comment rewired my brain. Slowly, she walked towards me before dropping to her knees on the thick blanket, her back to me.
"Hands and knees, baby girl," I commanded, grabbing the base of my cock so I wouldn't finish right there as Clark slowly obeyed, her back arching just right as I took a step closer. Trailing my hands down her side and then up her spine until I got to her shoulders and pressed down.
It took her only a moment for her to realize what I wanted, and she dipped down, her face pressed into the floor, and her ass lifted in the air as she widened her hips. I watched as goosebumps broke out of her skin as I traced patterns on the dip of her ass before pressing her legs open, spreading her even wider.
"Colors?" I breathed, my voice deep and seeped in arousal. I couldn't even try to hide if I wanted to. Deep down, I hope she just thought I was a very good actor.
"Green."
Thank fucking god.
Not giving a warning this time, I sunk into her to the hilt, both of us groaning in unison at this new position that seemed to drive me deeper inside of her.
For a bit, it was simple, my fingers digging into her hips as I thrust into her until I remembered my promise. Clark had been moaning with pleasure as I pounded into her. She was putty in my hands as she let me hold her in place, my cock slipping even deeper inside of her with this new angle. Slapping the side of her ass lightly, nothing too hard, just a tap, really. I felt her shudder as she gasped, felt her wetness coating my cock, and I grinned.
"You like that?" Another slap, harder this time, and the sound reverberated across the bookstore. "Don't you?" Another slap, this time the other cheek.
"Yes!" Clark gasped out in answer as her hands scrambled to wind into the blanket covering the cold wood floor. The next idea came from my baser desires, and I knew it; my mind went to our spreadsheet of all the things she checked yes to before.
Reaching up towards her, I gripped her neck and carefully brought her up towards me as her back pressed against my chest and my cock still buried deep inside her. At that moment I hoped that we really did get to relive our favorite moments before we died, because the whimper that slipped out of Georgia Clark’s lips as my cock was pressed deeper would be on repeat.
"Remember the list?" I whispered, and Clark nodded. I grinned into the skin of her neck and brought my index finger to her lips. "Suck."
Her eyes opened as she craned her neck to look up at me. I raised my eyebrow, "You can say no," I reminded her. "We can also take a break—" Before I could finish my sentence, her hot mouth enveloped my finger as her tongue swirled over the digit, coating it in her spit. Nothing could have prepared me for the dark look she gave me as I pressed her back into the blanket or the way her cunt tightened around my dick as I circled the wet digit around her asshole.
Clark was panting now, her body writhing as if it wasn't sure what to do or how to feel. So I rolled my hips, one hand dipping under her stomach to circle her clit while my other hand continued to stroke and tease her hole.
"Relax, Lace, you can take it," I whispered deeply, still not sure how I hadn't cum inside her already as I barely breached the tight muscles. Clark moaned as she pushed back, pressing my cock deeper and the finger up to the second knuckle.
I clucked my tongue as she ground out another moan. "Gotta be quiet, sweetheart, or someone will hear." That shut her up but I saw the shiver that ran up her spine. "Do you want to come with my cock inside you and my finger in your ass?"
Clark was whining, shaking her head as I spoke. "Please."
Rolling my hips again, I already felt the pressure building. "Please, what?"
"Please let me cum Wolfe!" Clark snapped, her voice cracking as if she was only held together by my hands. I couldn't tease her any longer, and to be honest, if I was any harder, I might need the hospital, so I snapped my hips and thrust into her quick succession as I threw my head back. I could feel her everywhere, the way her body was trembling in exhaustion and pleasure, the way her pussy walls were pulsing as circled her clit again and again until I saw her press her fist into her mouth to muffle the scream that erupted from her as she came.
At that point, I was nothing but a live wire as I drove into her again and again, coaxing her through her orgasm. I met her there with a groan as I pressed my forehead against her shoulder blades and fought to control my breathing.
"Fuck did we really just do that?" Clark laughed as I slipped out of her with a moan. As I sat back on my haunches and ripped my mask off, I blew a breath, dislodging my dark hair plastered against my forehead.
"If you think I'm done with you yet, you have another thing coming, Clark."