Always Me (9 page)

I rinsed the soap off my body, lightly chuckling to myself. Then I remembered how we had left things. I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my hair and then my body.

I had snapped. How did he expect me to react? I knew it wasn’t his fault that Jose had actually kidnapped me. Oh God, why did I say that? I apologized to him for it, but he probably didn’t believe me. Guilt tore through me, making me sick to my stomach.

A light knock sounded on the door, making my heart jump in my chest. He was back. He didn’t leave me.

I looked down at myself, realizing that me being dressed in just a towel and with sex-on-a-stick just outside my door might not help either of us with our self-control or lack thereof.

“Uh…I’ll be out in a second,” I called.

The knob turned and the door opened slowly. Sebastian stepped in, panting, dressed in just his sweat pants. They hung low on his hips, revealing a dark treasure trail that dipped into his waistband. Other than that, there was no hair on his skin.

Beads of sweat ran down is hard body. He must have gone for a run, but why did it take so long for him to come back? I licked my lips, itching to touch him. To taste the salty droplets on his skin. Beautiful, intricate tattoos covered his chiseled torso, moving fluidly with his muscles. His nipple piercings glistened in the bathroom light.

“Sebastian,” I breathed. I opened my mouth to say more, but the intense and raw passion that erupted between us choked me.

His eyes, dark with lust and hunger, roamed up and down my towel-covered body. His muscles jumped and twitched like he was holding himself back from pouncing on me.

I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him to give me everything he could. I needed it from him. To feel alive again after so long. It would help ease all the pain I had felt for the last two years.

Shivers ran up my body at his intense stare. His eyes were so dark, like they were looking into my soul. What he would find is how deeply and utterly turned on he had me already. From just one look, I was his. I needed him. I needed everything about him.

“I want to fuck you,” he said, his voice deep with arousal.

My stomach flipped, and my gaze flicked down to the thick bulge in his pants. A part of him that I had ached for. Had dreamt about for the last two years. He would always be a part of me. In my son, my heart, my life. God, to be touched by him again.

He took a step toward me. “I want to make you scream my name until your throat is raw.” His deep voice ran over my skin like a blanket of velvet or better yet, silk. I had always loved the deep, gravelly voice of his. It rumbled from his chest, and when he said my name, that was it. I was done.

My mouth parted, bursts of air leaving my lips as I took a step back.

“I want to taste you. All of you.” He took another step toward me, his fists clenched at his sides.

I noticed that his body was huge. He had been big before, but these two years had done something to him. Maybe he had worked out constantly, but being in the small enclosed space with him made me feel very tiny. I backed up until I hit the wall.

He looked down at me through hooded eyes, a wicked smirk forming on his lips.

Oh God. This was it, and it was going to be fast and hard. Just the way I needed it. The way we both needed it.

I looked up at him as he placed his hands on either side of my head. Even though he was only inches from me, I could feel the heat radiating off of his muscles.

I kept my hands at my sides, waiting for him to make his next move. He was in control, and I reveled in it. Craved it.

“Do you want me, little one?” he asked, his voice dripping with desire.

I licked my lips and swallowed hard. I tried thinking of something sexy to say, but “Yes” was all I could get out.

Hunger danced in his eyes. “Are you sure?”

My eyes widened. “You’re…you’re asking me for permission?”

He grazed his fingers down my cheek, that small touch sending shivers down my spine. “I am.”

“Then yes. I’m sure.” There was no way that I was stopping this.

He smirked. “Baby, I want you so fucking bad right now…” He hesitated before continuing.

“But what?”

“It’s uh…it’s been awhile, and I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he said quickly.

I frowned and then gasped in understanding. “You didn’t…not once…”

Sebastian shook his head and smiled. Not from embarrassment, but from being proud that he could tell me that he hadn’t slept with one woman since being away from me. “Not even once.”

Shock swam through me at what he admitted. Without speaking, I removed the towel from my head, letting my wet hair drape over my shoulder. Cold drops of water ran down my back, sending shivers up my spine and raising goose bumps on my skin.

He grabbed my hand and placed a kiss on my knuckles, spreading out my fingers. He smirked before biting my palm.

Jolts of electricity shot to my groin, making liquid form in between my thighs.

“So how…”

That was it. I ripped off my towel, interrupting him. His nostrils flared, his eyes heating as they raked over my naked body.

“I want you hard and fast,” I said, my voice husky.

He kissed my forehead. “Do you? How else do you want it?” he asked, his voice low and deep.

I thought a moment and smiled. “Rough and messy. I don’t want gentle.” Cupping his cheek, I ran my thumb over his bottom lip.

His mouth parted under my touch.

“Fuck me, Sebastian,” I whispered.

A growl sounded from the back of his throat as he curled his large hand around my neck. He lifted me and pushed me up against the wall, crashing his lips to mine.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and gasped as he ground his hips against me.

He grabbed my wrists with one hand and held them above my head, pinning me in place. I loved it. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I would enjoy every single minute of it. I was his.

His hips moved in sync with the hard thrusts of his tongue as it penetrated my mouth. The feeling of his sweatpants against my naked core ignited a yearning in me. I needed to feel him.

“Sebastian,” I breathed against his mouth.

He held me up against the wall and ran a hand down my chest, his thumb brushing my nipple. He released my mouth, trailing kisses along my jaw, nipping with his teeth along the way. Pain and pleasure mixed as one, and I had almost forgotten how much my body responded to his touch.

I tried moving my wrists, but his hold tightened. There was nothing I could do. He had me restrained under his hard body, my skin humming at that thought.

He ran a hand down my hip and slowly caressed the sensitive skin in the crease between my thigh and pussy.

I squirmed, wiggling against his touch. “Please, Sebastian.” It was too slow.

He breathed against my shoulder, sending hot shivers down my spine. He was teasing me before taking me hard, his fingers grazing over my opening. “You’re soaked.”

My eyes fluttered closed as his deep voice vibrated through me. My body shook in anticipation. “More,” I breathed.

He ran his finger back and forth over my core and licked back up my neck. He thrust two fingers into me and nipped my jaw.

My eyes shot open, and I cried out at the intense but delicious pressure.

“You’re hot for me,” he said, lifting his head.

I moaned and moved my hips back and forth as his fingers thrust into me, my thighs squeezing him tight.

Sebastian looked down at me through hooded eyes and licked his bottom lip. “Do you like it when my fingers fuck you?”

I panted. “Oh, yes. Don’t stop.”

Our eyes locked as he continued pleasuring me, moving his fingers in and out of me. “I love the way your hot pussy clenches around me.”

I arched against him, riding his hand. “Oh…my…”

“That’s it, baby. Come for me.” He thrust his fingers slow and deep, rubbing gently inside of me.

I cried out when his thumb flicked my clit, sending electricity racing down my spine. “Oh God, Sebastian.” An orgasm hit me fast and hard as I shook against him. It had been so long since I’d had a release, and did it ever feel good. To be touched again and not feel guilty about whether I would hurt the person. This time it was right. I was being touched again by Sebastian, but it wasn’t enough. I was like a greedy kid in a candy shop. One taste and I wanted more.

His thumb rubbed faster, his fingers speeding up, igniting another burning desire deep within. Releasing my wrists, he cupped my ass as he continued pumping his fingers into me.

“I need you…oh God.” My thighs shook against him, tremors from my orgasm quaking through me. “I want…”

Leaning down, he sucked on my bottom lip. “What do you want, baby?”

“I want your cock. In me. Now,” I whispered.

“Do you now?” He thrust his fingers into me, pushing them as deep as they would go.

Gasping, I bucked against him. Gripping his shoulders, my fingernails bit into his flesh, scratching him as he penetrated my core. “Oh…my…wow…”

Sebastian groaned. “I fucking love that you enjoy it deep.”

“Deeper…the…better, baby,” I panted.
Oh God, did I just say that?

Releasing me on a growl, he set me on my feet and turned me so I was facing the wall. “Deeper the better, little one?” he asked.

I nodded, placing my hands on the wall.

He moved my hair off of my nape and kissed my shoulder. “You’re going to enjoy this then.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him remove his pants and I swallowed at the size of him. I had forgotten how big he was, and from this angle, it would definitely be deep.

He wrapped a hand around my neck and ran his cock over my core. In one smooth thrust he filled me halfway.

Gasping, I shivered.

“Take me, little one,” he growled, pushing into me the rest of the way. “Take all of me.” His hips moved, pumping his cock into me.

I cried out as each thrust lifted me off of the floor. He was big, filling me to the brim. From that angle, I felt him to my womb. “Oh God.”

He squeezed my hip. He pulled back and then pushed forward, driving his cock into me. “Is this deep enough for you?”

I moaned, loving the feel of him in me. Thinking it would never happen again, I wanted to stay like this forever. “Yes.”

“Or do you want it deeper still?” he asked, biting my shoulder.

“Oh…my…” I panted.

He set me on my feet and removed himself from me altogether. He gently pulled me to the side of the tub and placed a hand in between my shoulder blades, pushing my torso down.

I gripped the side of the tub with my hands and squeezed until my knuckles turned white.

He groaned as he ran a hand down my back to the tailbone and over my ass. “Now this is a sight I’ve missed.”

I wiggled my hips and gasped when he slapped my ass. The hot sting erupted through me, and he slapped my ass again, making me moan.

He brushed a finger over my core and thrust it into me a couple of times before removing it.

“Please,” I moaned, pushing back against his hand.

“And I’ve missed your hot, tight pussy.” He grunted, slamming his cock into me.

I cried out at the fullness of him. I met him thrust for thrust. The sounds of bodies slapping filled the room, setting my skin on fire.

“Faster,” I demanded, arching against him. The hard thrusts of his cock erupted an orgasm so strong my vision blacked out. His name left my lips and bounced off of the walls, igniting a satisfied grunt from him.

He powered into me with everything in him, digging his fingers into my hips.

“Oh God, Sebastian,” I cried out as another orgasm spread through me.

He squeezed my hips and growled as he released into me. With one last thrust, his body trembled and his hot cream shot into me. The warm feeling of him coming inside of me as he quaked above me turned me on. I had done that to him.

He lifted me and grabbed my chin, covering my mouth with his. His tongue dove between my lips before releasing me completely.

My muscles jumped and twitched from being well used, and I sighed.

He ran his fingers down my cheek and pinched my chin, kissing me gently on the lips. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

I grabbed onto his waist, grazing my fingers over his hard abdomen. “I’ve missed you, Sebastian.”

His muscles jumped under my touch. He smiled. “Good.”

I laughed at his smugness. I ran my hands up his strong arms to his neck and brought his mouth harder against mine. “I want you to fuck me senseless again,” I whispered. I couldn’t get enough of him. We had two years to make up for, and I wanted him in every way.

He smiled against my mouth and groaned, cupping my ass. Sebastian pulled me against him. His cock hardened, twitching against my lower belly. It had always amazed me how he could be ready again so quickly. “I told you I’d make you scream my name before the day was out,” he teased, licking his way into my mouth.

I moaned, digging my fingers into his broad shoulders. It felt so good to be back in his arms again. To let him have his way with me. I was addicted before, and when he left, it was like I had to quit cold turkey, but now that he was back, I could please my craving. He was definitely my drug of choice.

He released my mouth and kissed the corner of my lips. “What are you thinking about?”

I sighed. “About how good you make me feel.”

“Yeah?” he said smugly. “What else?”

“I think I’m addicted to you.” My cheeks heated. Saying the words aloud sounded cornier than in my head.

He lifted his head, his heated gaze boring into mine. “I’m your drug of choice, baby?” he asked, taking the words out of my mouth.

All I could do was nod.

He slammed his mouth back down on mine. He shoved his tongue between my lips, kissing the hell out of me.

A cry erupted from the baby monitor, separating us.

Sebastian smiled and swatted my ass. “Go check on our boy.”

I giggled and moved to walk past him when he pulled me against him. He leaned down to my ear, his hot breath grazing my skin.

“And when you come back, I’m going to show you how addicted to you I am.” He fisted my hair and pinched my chin. He tilted my head and placed a hard kiss on my lips before releasing me.