Sebastian: The Complete Series (11 page)

“Turn over. Head down arse in the air.”

He followed my instructions and I watched my fingers enter his tight body. I used so much lube it was dripping from him and running over his balls and down his thighs. The hot mess had me ready to come and I grabbed my base and squeezed hard. I leaned over him, nibbling on his back as I hit him deeper, he was so ready for me. His cock was swinging between his legs, hard and dripping.

“You're so close. Do you want to come, baby?”

“Yes.” He ground his arse on my finger, searching for them deeper and harder. “I want you inside me. I want to come while you fuck me.”

“I want to fuck you, Leigh.” I took his hand and wrapped it around my cock. “Feel how much I want you.”

"God. Yes. Put it in me.”

“Greedy little thing. I'm turning you into a slut for my cock, aren’t I?”

“Yes.”

“Be a little slut for me. I like it. I want to the whole hotel to hear you begging for this cock. I want them all to know what a good fuck you are. How you take it up the arse and plead for more.”

“Give it to me please. I want to be fucked. I need your cock.”

“That's it.” I placed my head at his hole and pushed in. His tight, wet, slick heat had my balls back in my stomach and the ache from holding back so much had me growling. “Fuck, Leigh. You feel so good.”

“Give me your cock.”

“You want to feel me, don’t you? You want this cock to hurt you, to leave you sore and used so when you sit down at home you can feel me inside you, think about me fucking you.”

“Yes. I love it.”

I slammed my full length in him and shouted out. “I'm so fucking close.”

“Me too. Use me.”

I grabbed his hips and ploughed into him, fucking him deep and hard, my cock pulling at his tight hole and stretching it open as I rammed into him. He was so loud, so lost, so in to it. He was slamming back into me, fisting the sheet under him as we lost it together and came hard, his body clinging onto me and ripping the orgasm from my balls.

Lightening shot through every inch of me as I filled the condom up and came for him. “Leigh, God, Leigh.” When I'd caught my breath and come back down to Earth, I slipped from him and threw the condom in the bin beside the bed then flaked out next to his panting body. “You're wasting your life and hers. This has to stop, Leigh.”

“I know.” He looked away, but I grabbed his chin and forced him to look at me.

“This ends tonight.”

“NO!”

“Leigh, this is the last time for me. I won't do this to you.”

He sobbed as he turned from me and it broke my heart in half. I cared for him, that's my trouble, my hearts too big. I don’t care for many people, but those I do, I'd protect to the last.

“I like you.” I kissed the back of his neck, running my arms around him and holding his back to my chest, “I care about you. I know I shouldn’t…” I sighed heavily. “I'm obviously shit at this job.”

“You’re not.” He spun around to look at me with surprise in his eyes. “You're amazing.” He held my face in his hands and kissed my nose. “I'm so glad I found you. You’ve changed my life.”

“But I can't be in your life, darling. I can't be the one who holds you like this and loves you. I'm not that person. I want to help you, but I can't do that anymore from a bed. You have to talk to her. She probably knows something’s up anyway. You’ve barely been with her in three years, she may have even cheated herself.”

“I think she’s been with another man. She feels bad for it.”

“There you go. You need to help her. Don’t do this. You don’t have to come out, but to her, don’t lie to her. Don’t hold her back anymore, don’t hold yourself back anymore. You could make someone really happy, Leigh. I know you could. You're an amazing person, inside and out. Any man would be lucky to have you.”

“But not you.” He traced my jaw and I sighed.

“I'm not looking for love. I care about you. I'd have you as a friend, but… Not right now, not with us so… involved sexually.”

“The sex is awesome with you. I'd miss it.”

“It will be better with others, I promise. This is just new for you. I'm not the best you'll have, I guarantee it.”

“T
here's a new client who’s booked you.”

I took the information from Liz, the new girl who was been trained up to help out Suzie on the front desk. “What’s his name?” I searched up and down the paper, but it didn’t say anything.

“Oh…” Liz began tapping on the keyboard. “I don’t know why I forgot it… I'm not any good, right?”

“You're doing fine.” I rolled my eyes while she wasn’t looking. She was truly shit.

“I did take it. Let me look. Here it is.” She messed around, then printed off another sheet and gave it to me.

“Robert?” I glanced through the list. “What does he do?”

“Do I need to take that information? Suzie didn’t say I had to. I just got his card details and what personal details he would give me.”

“Have you checked him out?”

“Yep. Everything’s cool, Sebastian. He sounds sexy.”

"What did he sound like? Did he have a low, gravelly, sexy London accent?”

“I don’t know.” She frowned at me. “He was from down south. That's where his card’s registered anyway. I don’t know. I'm no good with accents.”

“Liz!”

“What? Is something wrong?”

“I don’t know. He just wants sex and he wants me to bottom?”

“Yep.”

“I don’t do that.”

“Oh, don’t you? I thought all of you did that.”

“Nope, love, not all of
us
.” That pissed me off, could you tell?

“Right. I can book someone else in and—“

“No, let me call him.”

“Should you do that?”

“I bloody well am.” I grabbed the phone and slunk off into an empty office, then called the mobile number up on his private details.

“Mr Barrett speaking.” I almost dropped the phone when I heard his voice.

“Robert?”

There was a pause then he cleared his throat. “Sebastian, I wasn’t expecting you to call.”

“I had to. The new girl she… I don’t… I'm sorry. I had to see if it was you before I agreed to the date.”

“Something about me on paper which put you off?” He sounded amused but slightly concerned too.

“No, nothing like that. It was just… What you requested. I had to be sure it was you.”

“What I… Oh. Give me a second, Sebastian.” I could hear him moving around and doors shutting. “Okay, I'm back and alone. Is it because I requested…” He drifted off and I jumped in.

“I don’t bottom often. I told you that like three or four times. I'm fine with you…” I slapped my forehead then cleared my throat. “I'm fine with this. The date has been booked.”

“I'm glad.” I could hear the smile in his voice.

“I’ll leave you to do whatever it is you're doing.”

"I'm at work.”

“Oh… I didn’t interrupt anything important, did I?”

“Nothing’s more important than hearing your voice again.”

I chuckled then sighed dramatically. “Hmmm, don’t let your patients hear you say that. I wouldn’t want them to think you're a sex starved man who needs his cock buried somewhere tight and hot and he just can't hold back anymore,”

“Fuck!” His voice was rougher, deeper. “Sebastian, I want you now, baby.”

“Your voice got me hard the moment I heard you.”

“Mine too.”

“Tomorrow is too far away.”

“I'm driving up in the morning.”

“Call the office as soon as you get here and I’ll come round.”

“I will.”

By the time we said goodbye, I was already grabbing my cock and breathing hard. I needed him inside me and tomorrow would take three times as long to come round. I calmed down and took the phone back to the front desk and smiled at Liz.

“He's fine for tomorrow, probably early afternoon. He's going to call here and then you can let me know. I may even be here, I don’t know yet.”

“Okay. Here’s your date for tonight.”

“I don’t have one. I only do three a week. Tomorrow will be my third.”

“Oh, I didn’t know that. Suzie didn’t say anything and I booked one of your regulars in for tomorrow.”

“Who?”

“He's called… Anthony.”

“Fuck!” I slammed my head on the desk and groaned. “I can't see him.”

“You're not turning down a regular for a new client.” I twisted around and saw Harriot standing with her hands on her hips. “You can cancel the new one, or see them both. You should really be taking more on by now anyway. Three a week is no good for me or your wallet.”

“I make enough and I hate seeing Anthony.”

“He likes you. If you're smart, you could make him pay a hell of lot more for you. Just play nice.”

“I’ll be exhausted for tomorrow afternoon.”

“I can call him and try to get him to meet you earlier to help you out, but that's it.”

“Fine!” I folded my arms across my chest and glared at her. “Then do that. I can be there in an hour.”

“Yes, but he can't. He doesn’t work in Leeds, he comes from York. He may not be able to reschedule, so don’t get your hopes up.”

I sat biting my fingernails as I waited for her to come out of her office and tell me what he said. She had good news and told me he could get there two hours earlier than he’d booked me for. I breathed a big sigh of relief and went home for a shower and to get something to eat before I had to drive to the hotel he liked to us out side of town.

I was early but he'd already checked in and booked dinner, which I’d totally forgotten about and was going to be too full to eat anything. I wanted him to cancel dinner and just get the sex part over, but knowing him, I knew he wouldn’t go for it.

Anthony was waiting for me and was surprised to see me early. “Good Evening, Sebastian. You're early.”

“I drove myself and set off a bit sooner because I wasn’t sure how long it would take me.”

“Well, come in and take a seat. I ordered dinner.”

“I've eaten not so long ago.” I could see the irritation in his eyes so I smiled. “We usually meet at eight and I'm hungry again by then.” It was only six.

“Well, I haven't eaten yet and I need my strength. I hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not.” I smiled and took his hand in mine, which he wasn’t too comfortable with. “Shall I pour you a drink?”

“There’s a bottle of wine in the cooler.”

Anthony and I saw each other every two weeks. He was my least favourite client. All the others I had fun with, but with him it was all tense, and the sex, or lack of it, was long and tested my hard limits on patience and foreplay. The last time we met, I hadn’t been happy with how he had touched me. He'd been rougher than before and used less lube. Sometimes I'm okay with being slightly dry, but he plays with me for hours and I was sore. I didn’t like it and asked him to wet me again, but he found my discomfort amusing and continued, he even added a third finger and watched me bite down on my hand.

I didn’t want a repeat performance and made sure I brought my own oil this time, a nice slick one which lasted ages, not like the cheap crap he used which turned to water after a few minutes.

I sat with him while he ate his roast chicken and vegetables, talking about his week. I always hated hearing about his work, because his work involved dead bodies and autopsies. It was always while he ate too because that's the only time we talked. I never ate much and it made him laugh seeing how green I'd go.

When he'd finished, I took my shower then laid on the bed and waited for him, making sure I placed the oil right where I could get it if I needed it. He came out and joined me, sniggering when he saw the oil.

“Last time was just a bit of fun to see how far you could go. A little pain makes you feel alive.”

“I'm not into pain. There are men who enjoy it. I can put you in touch with.”

“I want you, Sebastian. You give me what I need.”

I wish I bloody didn’t.

Anthony was attentive but too soft for me. He relaxed my body so much I sometimes drifted off before he'd even got down to playing with my arse. He would kiss my ears then whisper into them and I would jump awake, making him laugh. That night was no different. It wasn’t often I got massaged and he knew which muscles needed my attention.

“How did you learn to do this so good? Was your first job a massage therapist?”

He chuckled. “No, I'm afraid not. I just know the body a little differently from most people. I see the muscles without all the flesh, I know how they work, how they move and ache. I spent a long time dissecting the human body. I see your insides even when I don’t mean to.”

“Okay…” That was fucking freaky, right? “I guess that comes with the job. Most surgeons have to go through all that, don’t they?”

“Yes. But of course I am far more knowledgeable then they are.”

He dug his fingertips into my inner thigh and I moaned loudly. “You're magical. I don’t care how you learned, just don’t stop.”

“I like you relax so much under my touch. It shows you trust me and enjoy my hands on your body.”

“I'd pay for this.” I grinned at him and he smirked back at me before sitting astride my hips.

“You have a beautiful body. So young and fresh. Unmarked except for these.” He ran his fingers over the scar on my arm from my break and I jerked. “You hate these being touched.”

“I'm jumpy around them. If you grab too hard, it hurts.”

“Why? How did this happen?”

It made me pause because Robert had been able to tell just by looking and a few gentle touches what happened. Anthony had spent hours with his hands on my body, and even I could feel the screws when I pressed against the skin hard enough.

“A childhood break which I had to have surgery on.”

“Hmm, must have been bad.”

“It was.”

“I’ll be careful with it from now on.”

“Thank you.” I was drifting off as he worked my shoulders.

I woke to his fingers moving over my hole. I jerked awake and looked over my shoulder. “Open wide.”

I shifted around, still half asleep as he rubbed my hole with his dry finger. I let him play, waiting for him to wet me. His finger entering me made me wince and I slammed my thighs shut, trapping his finger inside me.

“Sebastian. You're relaxed enough.”

“I'm dry. I don’t like it like that.”

He threw me an angry look then nodded. “Open up and relax.” I did as he said and he spat on his finger and rolled it around my hole, working his finger in more. “I like it like this. Too much oil and it spoils how you feel. It can be more intense like this. Just let me try it with you and see how it goes.”

I breathed out and let him finger me for a little bit, but I hated every second and he could tell.

“This would be easier if you would just let me in, Sebastian. You're so tense.”

“I'd like the oil.”

“Fine! Give it to me then.”

I passed him it and he used a small amount and entered me a little too roughly.

“I don’t have unlimited patience. I need to feel you working with me. It’s not fair I give you so much attention and then get nothing from you. Haven't I just lulled you to sleep with my touch, then when I ask for enjoyment from you, you make me feel like I'm forcing you and hurting you.”

“It did hurt.”

“Sebastian.” He delivered a deep thrust into my arse and I tensed around him. “Dear God. I'm going to enjoy myself, I suggest you relax and enjoy it with me.”

I tried, but his fingers were digging into me all wrong. He had never touched me so roughly before and I knew this was a punishment. I took it for as long as I could, I even let him get two inside me. He wasn’t taking his time tonight and I hated it.

“Do you wonder why I don’t fuck you?” I stayed quiet, not wanting to make him angrier. “I haven't been able to fuck anyone in years. I had a car accident, damaged my spine. I had surgery on it and suffered nerve damage. I couldn't walk right for years. I regained my mobility, but I've had erectile dysfunction issues since.”

I was lost for words. I would have been more sympathetic if he wasn’t fucking my arse so roughly and hurting me, all I could do was grimace and breathe.