Always Me (20 page)

My body hummed, my core aching to be filled by him. “Fast and hard.”

“I like the way you think, little one.” He spread my legs and ran his cock over my core. “You’re soaked for me baby.”

“Mmm-hmm...” I arched under him, needing him in me.

“Stay still,” he demanded, running the tip of his rigid length over me, coating himself with my juices. Moving his cock up between my ass, I jumped, my breathing picking up. “Not yet, baby, but soon.”

“You’ve become obsessed with my ass in the last two years,” I teased, wiggling under him.

He chuckled, rubbing his cock back to the opening of my core. “Oh, I’ve always loved your ass.”

“That’s all you want me for. Just my body.” I sighed dramatically.

“You are too much.” He laughed and snarled into my neck.

I giggled at the ticklish feeling. The talk that we had had cracked down some walls around us both.

He placed his hands on either side of my head and stilled.

I held onto his wrists, waiting. Anticipation building deep within me.

“Ready, baby?”

More than ever. “Yes.”

He sank his cock deeply into me, lifting my hips with the hard thrust and stopped. “I could stay like this forever.”

I clenched around him, panting as he filled me completely. “Let me come first and then you can.”

“My little one, so demanding.” He removed himself partly, leaned down and grazed his teeth across my shoulder. “You might want to hold on,” he whispered.

He slammed back into me. I cried out, digging my fingers into his wrists as I held onto him. “Oh God.”

He groaned. “I love the way your pussy feels wrapped around my cock.” His kisses and nips on my upper back mixed with his deep passionate thrusts, erupted an orgasm so fast it left me breathless. “Damn, I’m good.”

“Oh yes...you...are....” I panted in between thrusts, sweat coating my skin.

“Come again, baby.” He shoved his cock as deep as it would go, filling me.

“Sebastian.” I bit his wrist, muffling my cry.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Sebastian growled, pumping his cock into me. His big body hovered over me as he drilled into my waiting heat.

“Just for you,” I said, breathing hard, trailing kisses up his forearm. Red marks marred his skin from my teeth and my nails. I pushed myself to my knees.

He groaned and drove into me harder. He slowed his hips, diving as deep as he could go. “Only me.”

“Always you. It’s always just…been…you…” I said in-between breaths. I felt him to my soul as each thrust deepened and lengthened.

“Always me.” He moved again, picking up speed, sending ripples of pleasure through me as another orgasm spread from my core. “I love you, Tori.”

I screamed as ecstasy erupted inside of me. “I love you, Sebastian.”

Chapter 22

“Can you die from pleasure?” I ran a finger around his nipple.

He chuckled, trailing a hand down my back. “If you can, I should have died when I first kissed you.”

“Yeah, that sure was a killer,” I joked.

He wrapped his arms around me, curling his legs in mine. “I almost didn’t stop when I kissed you in the alley, but I didn’t want our first time together to be against a brick wall.”

Now that would have been interesting. The bite of the brick against my ass, him pounding his hard cock into me… I cleared my throat as my body reacted to those imaginary images. Okay, maybe I would have enjoyed it. “What made you change your mind about everything?” I asked, changing the subject.

“After you went to bed, I called Garrith. I ranted and raved to him like a pussy, but I needed...” He paused, breathing out a deep sigh.

Lifting my head, I rubbed a thumb over his lip. “Go on.”

“You might not understand...”

I placed a kiss on his lips. Nothing would surprise me anymore. “Try me.”

“You being pissed at me tore me to shreds. The things you said broke me and the intense sex…yeah, that didn’t help. It felt fucking amazing, but the shame and pain I saw in your eyes… You were right. I’d used you.”

A lump formed in my throat at his apology. “I think we used each other, so I’m sorry as well.”

He shook his head. “You could never use me. You’re too good of a person.”

I scoffed. “I wanted you to hurt like I’ve hurt for the past two years, Sebastian. I’m…”

He cupped my cheek and kissed my forehead. “It’s good that you said those things. It got me thinking and how stupid I would be to leave you. You, Tori, are the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me, but I had so much adrenaline pumping through me. Even after we had sex, it didn’t simmer. I needed to get it out, and I knew that I couldn’t leave you, so I called Garrith.” Sebastian pushed himself up higher on the bed and ran a hand over his shaved head.

“Really? How did he help?” I frowned, confused.

“He came over.”

My eyes widened. “In the middle of the night?”

Sebastian nodded. “We sparred in the backyard.
Malvado
was a very good referee.”

“What do you mean you sparred? You were fighting?” Not sure if I liked the idea of him fighting, but it did explain how relaxed he was.

“Yes, and I’m the one that trained
Malvado
. I taught him not to hurt women, and once I met you, I trained him extra hard to protect you.”

“Really? Was it you that released
Malvado
into my yard then?” I asked, happy that I was getting more answers.

“No, that was Jose. As soon as I saw
Malvado
in your yard...”

“Wait, hold on.” I pushed myself up and sat Indian style, pulling the sheet over myself. “It was you I could feel watching me, and then when Brett kissed me, something banged the shed. That was you, wasn’t it?” I wasn’t’ sure how I knew that, but I remembered that night. I had a feeling that someone was in my yard, but I wasn’t scared. I was thankful for the interruption.

Sebastian placed his arm across my lap and smiled but didn’t answer.

“So
Malvado
is really your dog then?”

“Sort of. Jose brought him home one day, and I’ve taken care of him ever since. When he started beating him, I trained
Malvado
to fight back. That dog is fucking smart.” The pride he felt for him made my heart swell.

“Well, the dog’s stuck with us. I will not let Jose have him back.” And I wouldn’t. No animal deserved to be treated like that.

“Good.”

“When did Garrith leave?” I asked, hopping off of the bed.

“Late.”

Sebastian watched me as I walked to my dresser. I could feel his gaze roaming over my naked body as I searched for something to wear. I bent over and grabbed shorts from the bottom drawer. “Did you feel better after you had your sparring match?”

“Yes. Bend over again,” Sebastian husked.

My cheeks heated and I caught him staring at me in the mirror. I glanced down at the erection sporting in his lap and smiled. I bent over again.

His breath hitched and I rose back up to my full height. “Like what you see, baby?”

His eyes blazed, taking in my nudity. “You know it. Now come here.”

Feeling bratty, I decided to make him work for it. If he wanted me, he could come to me. I’d probably lose in the end, but it was going to be fun trying. “I think I’m tired.” I feigned a yawn and bent over again, pretending to get something from the bottom drawer.

“You think you’re tired, do you?”

I jumped when I heard his voice right behind me. I rose to my full height again and saw him standing about a foot away from me. I swallowed at the hard dominating glint in his eyes, but I wouldn’t give in. “Yeah, you see, I’m kind of worn out, so I think I’m going to…”

Sebastian took a step towards me and I backed up. “You’re going to what?”

“I’m going to…run away.” I darted around the bed and jumped on it when my legs were pulled out from under me. “Let me go,” I squealed and kicked at him.

He grunted. “Baby, you almost kicked something that you need.”

I laughed and kicked again, releasing myself from his grasp. “I have two hands. Besides, I don’t need anything from you that I can’t get at a sex store.”

“Oh really. Is that so?” Sebastian’s voice filled with lust as he followed me down the stairs. “I’ll remember that the next time you’re begging me for my cock.”

I scoffed and headed into the kitchen. Running around my house naked was kind of exhilarating. Luckily my mother had Antonio. “I would never beg.”

Sebastian’s eyes widened and then he burst out laughing.

I huffed and stomped into the kitchen. “I do not beg. I really have no idea what you’re talking about.” I opened the fridge door and grabbed a beer when I was pushed from behind.

“You don’t beg, baby?” My hair was brushed off my nape and hot kisses rained on my shoulders to my neck.

“Mmm….no. I would never do such a thing. I’m a lady. We don’t beg.” I smiled and twisted the cap off the beer.

“No? You like it when I chase you though,” Sebastian said, running his hand down my side. I loved it when he chased me. It always left us both spent and sated.

Shivers ran up my spine at the light touch of his fingers trailing over my skin. “I didn’t run from you. I wanted a beer,” I said, taking a long swig out of the bottle.

“Liar.” He laughed and grabbed the ice cold bottle from my hand. Spinning me, he held my wrists behind my back. “You don’t beg?”

I shook my head and watched as he drank my beer.

“Are you sure you don’t beg?” His voice lowered, challenging me to deny it so I did.

“Yes, I’m sure. I do not beg anyone for anything, especially not you, Sebastian.” My heart raced, knowing that I was in for it. I wasn’t sure what but I knew that I would be walking around sore afterwards.

“Okay, if you say so.” He held my wrists in his hand and reached into the freezer, pulling out a bottle of beer.

My skin hummed. “Why was there a bottle in the freezer?”

He smiled, his eyes flashing wickedly. “No reason.”

“No reas…holy shit,” I gasped when he placed the ice cold bottle against my nipple. “Cold, that’s freezing…holy crap.” I squirmed against him but his hand only tightened around my wrists. My nipple burned, going numb at the touch of the bottle.

Sebastian placed it beside me and reached into a drawer. “Close your eyes baby.”

Defiantly, I didn’t listen.

“Close your eyes or else I’ll put the bottle against your clit,” his voice firm and strong sent tingles over my skin.

My lips parted and surprisingly, I wondered how that would feel. The cool wet bottle, pressed up against my hardening nub…my skin hummed at that thought.

“Huh…interesting.”

“What’s interesting?” I asked, confused and closed my eyes. Could he tell that the idea of the iced bottle pressed against my clit excited me? No, he couldn’t tell that just by looking at my face could he?

“You ask too many questions.” I heard Sebastian reach into the drawer, close it and then a moment later, felt something warm and velvety surround my nipple. I moaned and arched against him when I realized it was his mouth. His mouth sucked and pulled on the hard peak, his tongue running back and forth over it.

I gasped and cried out in a hiss when the bottle was placed on my other nipple as Sebastian continued to torture the other one with his tongue. The two sensations mixing as one, made liquid seep in between my legs but I bit my lip to keep from begging him for more. I would win this time. I was determined.

With a resounding smack, he released me. A moment later, I felt something pinch my nipple. A sharp biting pain soared through me. It bordered on the verge of uncomfortable but after a couple of moments, the sting turned into a delicious throb.

“Beautiful. Okay, open your eyes.”

I did as he said and looked down. A tiny clothespin squeezed my nipple to a dark shade of red.

Not getting a chance to respond, he took my other nipple in his mouth and placed the beer bottle on the counter. My head fell back on my neck at the pleasure coursing through my body. He released it a moment later and I watched as he placed another pin on my nipple. I gasped at the erotic bite of the pin pinching me.

“Remember when I said a while ago that I thought you would look hot with your nipples pierced?” he asked, trailing his fingers down in between my breasts.

My chest rose and fell and I nodded, words failing me at that moment.

“Well, this is what I was referring to when I said there was something else that would look just as hot but wouldn’t pierce you.” He tugged on a pin and I gasped, my pussy clenching with need. Oh God, I was going to have to beg, wasn’t I? “How does it feel?”

I shook my head. I couldn’t answer. If I did, I would be begging him to get inside me and have his way with me against the counter.

“Having trouble speaking?” he teased.

I nodded, chewing my inner cheek to keep from whimpering when he tugged on the other pin. If he kept tugging on them, I would come undone right there.

“Good, then I’m doing it right.”

Had he never done it before? Oh God. What else did he want to try with me that he’d never done?

He must have caught the look on my face because he laughed and placed a soft kiss on my lips. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m kidding. I know what I’m doing.”

Well, that didn’t make me feel better either. What other woman did he do this to? Jealousy swirled in my belly and I opened my mouth to say something when he brought the beer bottle up to my lips. Tilting it, the cool carbonated liquid poured into my mouth and down my throat, sending shivers along with it. He kept pouring, some of it leaking from my lips. Leaning down, he licked up the drops that rolled down my chin to my neck. Reaching his hand down between my legs, his fingers grazed over my soaked core. “I see someone’s enjoying herself.”

My breath quickened. I would not beg.

He lifted his head and placed another kiss on my lips. He drank the rest of the bottle and smirked. “Still not begging.”

I shook my head.

“I’m going to have to up my game.”

Oh crap.

He lifted me with one arm onto the counter. The clothespins on my nipples bounced making me gasp.