Sebastian: The Complete Series (24 page)

“Yes.” I lifted my hips on his next thrust, thrusting our bodies into the other. “I’m yours.”

“Keep saying it.” He grunted down at me, filling me up with harder faster thrusts. “Tell me. I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m yours,” I called out. “I’m yours, Robert!”

“Mine,” he growled against my shoulder, losing his rhythm as he fucked me so hard the bed shook. “Mine!”

“Yes! Yours!”

I came hard, shooting out jets of pent up come over his stomach and clamping onto his rigid cock inside me, making him fight hard to move inside me.

“I’m coming!” Robert bit down on my shoulder as he shot, my hands flew to his head, keeping him there, holding his mouth on me, his teeth in my skin.

“I’m yours,” I whispered into his hair, his teeth dug in deeper, causing me to groan and lift up, working his dick in me. The long shudders I got from him, told me how sensitive he was, and I kept shifting my slick body onto him. Robert’s heavy body leaned on mine, but I wanted more. I wanted to somehow merge into one with him, and I pressed up as far as I could, encasing every inch of his not so soft cock into my body again. “I want you hard again.”

Robert chuckled softly, his throat thick and voice deep. “Keep doing that and it will happen.” He lifted off me, supporting himself on his palms by my head, looking between our slick, sweat coated bodies and staring at my hole wrapped around his cock. “You make my body react in ways that haven't happened in a long time.”

“You sound surprised, and slightly peed off… again.” I kissed his lips softly. “Is that such a bad thing? Being so desperate for my body you stay hard constantly around me?” I worked my arse over his stiffening length, clamping him inside me and moving my hips up and down him, clinging onto his ribs as I did it.

“No, but not having you in my bed at every opportunity is. I get hard constantly when we’re apart. It’s like I’ve reverted back to being fifteen again. One thought, one small memory of our time together, and I’m hard as rock in my pants. You don’t want to know how many times I’ve had to get myself off while I thought of you. How I’ve come calling out your name, my cream covering my hand and wishing you were there to lick me clean.” Robert smiled down at me, those cute dimples showing again and making me grin from ear to ear.

“Did you try fucking another twink to see if you can get what I give you elsewhere?” I kinda remembering hearing him say that he’d tried it, but it was fuzzy.

He paused, obviously thinking how I would react if he told me he’d fucked God knows how many men in my wake.

“Tell me.” I tensed my muscles, capturing his length deep inside me and working him faster, moaning into his open mouth. “Tell me how you wanted me.”

Robert jerked into my body, his cock gaining girth and length again as he began to fuck me softly. “I tried other men, men who I thought reminded me of you.” He groaned as I began to meet his movements, making our bodies collide harshly. “None of them compared to you. None felt so right.” He took in a deep breath and hit me hard, filling me up and stretching me. “None felt like they were made for me. Like they knew what I wanted before I did.” He threw my legs over his shoulders, hanging onto my headboard and shifting closer. “None of them took me like you do.” He pounded into me. My body yielding for him, relaxing and accommodating his cock as it forced itself deeper into my insides. “None made me as hard as you do.” He looked down at his cock filling me up as he rutted into me like a wild stallion. “There’s no one I want more than I want you, Seb. No one.”

“Robert! Fuck me. Make me feel it. I need it. Give it to me. Fuck me please.”

“Fuck, Seb.”

Robert grabbed my thighs, pressing me backwards, bending me near on in half and as he squatted over my arse, filling me up over and over, his heavy body crushing and pinning me to the mattress while he fucked me into another universe.

Lost in my own pleasure, I let him guide me closer to my second orgasm, my balls pulling so tight they hurt. He wrapped his hand around my cock, pulling it as he began to lose his flow, fighting to keep going. I watched as my slit opened up, precum leaking from me, spilling onto my cheeks as he fucked me harder, pressing more of his weight onto me as he lost control. I let every muscle in my legs relax and lifted my head off the pillow, opening my mouth and catching my own juices. His eyes grew wilder, pupils so big and full they were black.

“Seb!” He almost collapsed, his weight forcing my cock closer to my lips. “Lean up and taste yourself.”

My own orgasm was too close.  Did I really want to come on my own lips?

“Please, baby”

My head moved on its own, my tongue slipping through my lips. I screamed and licked at the same time. This was bad, or good depending on how you looked at it.

“Fuck! Seb!” Robert ploughed into me, his hand wrapping itself in the back of my sweaty hair and forcing my mouth closer still. “Suck it, you can do it. Do it for me.”

When my lips finally cover my own head, my own dripping head, I looked into his eyes and sucked. Fuck! I shouldn’t have been that turned on by my own mouth, but hey! This was
my
mouth, and I’m super fucking good at head, so… I came. Came and shot into my own mouth, opening my lips and letting Robert see my cream before licking my wet head, crying out and sucking at the same time, letting jets of cum run over my cheeks as he lost control and came harder than he’d ever come with me before, swearing and growling at me, calling me names which I knew he would never do in the right state of mind. Whore being one which stuck out. I smiled at how lost he was.

“You dirty slut. That’s it, lick it clean.” He growled as I followed his instructions, still jerking into my sore body and watching me swallow. “That’s it. Fuck!” He shuddered above me, and then slammed his fists into the wall behind us. “Fuck!”

R
obert slid from me carefully, but that was the only thing he was careful about. The way he jumped from the bed and stormed across the room, barely pausing to wrap a towel around his hips before he left our safe little cocoon, slamming the door behind him, made my worn out body jerk on the bed. With a long sigh, I sat up, stretching out the ache in the back of my thighs and wiping the cum—my cum—from my face with my t-shirt.

“Robert…” I waited to see if he would respond, but after a minute—a super fucking long minuet—I got up and pulled on some jeans discarded on the floor before following him. A quick look around as I walked down the hall showed me Harry and Leigh were still out, or maybe they came home, heard us fucking and left again. My hair was sticking to the sweat on my forehead, and I quickly wiped it back with a short huff, and then thumped on the bathroom door—loudly!

“Hey! You know, I’m sick of you running off and not knowing what the hell for. You get peed off with me all the time, but I sure as shit don’t know why.”

I felt inside he was running because he hated being with me. And the gut feeling I had was usually right.

“You can leave if you want.” I picked my fingernails as I leaned back on the wall beside the bathroom door, going for nonchalant and relaxed. “If you’ve had your fun and you’re ready to fuck off, then just go. Don’t be a prick and make me wait for it.” I was ninety five percent he wouldn’t go and that he would be hurt by what I’d said, but still, he pissed me off.

The door sprung open and I saw I was right about him being peed off, but being a drama queen—I don’t know if you’ve noticed this by now, but I can be. This is probably a shock to some of you…not!— I spun from him, walking into the sitting room and staring out of the patio doors leading onto the small balcony.

Robert walked past me, sliding the door open and standing outside, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes. “I’m sorry,” he eventually said after a long pause.

I didn’t help him out. I just stood there, staring at him coldly until he hugged himself tightly. “About what exactly?” Just saying sorry wasn’t going to cut it. I wanted the big drawn out thingy from him, but what he said next just shocked me.

“About making you do that… in bed… the end.” He turned bright red and chewed his lip while he rocked on his heels.

I couldn’t help it. I burst out laughing. “Is that why you stormed off? Seriously.” I blew out a big breath and stopped laughing. “Honestly. I really thought you were pissed off with yourself for fucking me, or feeling for me, something, but not that.”

Slowly I took a step to him and reached out, cupping his cheek softly and still trying to stop smirking. I mean, the poor guy was obviously upset, and there I was laughing in the face of his issues.

“I’m sorry, Robert.” I rolled the r and t and got a smile out of him. “I just didn’t see it being a big issue. A huge accomplishment on my part, but not something to worry about, and you certainly didn’t make me do anything I didn’t want. Is that why you’re worried? Because you think it was something I didn’t want?”

Robert rolled his head back and looked up at the stars twinkling above us. “I just… I don’t know what to say. You make me do things. Stupid things. Things I would never think about with anyone else. Part of me worries it’s because of… because…”

“Because I wouldn’t refuse? Because I’m used to doing whatever it takes to please someone? Is that what you think things are like with us? Between me and any man I fuck?” His eyes slammed to mine. I’d tweaked on a raw nerve by bringing up other men and it showed instantly in how dark his eyes turned and how every inch of his tall body stiffened. “I don’t live to please constantly. Shit! I don’t even think I do it half the time. Most of the time it’s about me, about what I want or need. Not them.” By trying to make him feel better about using me, I’d made it worse by inadvertently saying I enjoyed the men I slept with, took advantage of them, took advantage of Robert. “Wait…”

He didn’t let me finish, instead he spun from me, knocking my hand from his face and gripping the cast iron railing running around the balcony.

“Robert, please, I didn’t mean—”

“I know, Sebastian.”

“I didn’t feel like you took advantage of me.” Moving behind him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and held onto him. “It was supposed to be you doing this to me, not the other way around.”

He chuckled quietly, taking my hand from his stomach and bringing it to his lips where he placed a soft kiss to my knuckles, making my knees weak in the process. “No matter what you say, I still question myself, my actions. I’m different with you, because of you. Whether that’s down to the job or to just you, I don’t know. You’re the same person, so maybe it’s just me being stubborn.”

“I’m not the same, Robert. Not really. I don’t give myself to others like I do with you. You get all of me, they don’t. Okay, so I’m not the best at separating me from Seb the escort, but I’m doing it more and more. At first I didn’t want to. I thought I could do it, thought I could cope giving everything, but I can’t. I don’t want to. I never enjoy anyone like I enjoy you.” I managed to creep in front of him, pressing myself to his chest and wrapping my arms around him. “This is difficult, for both of us, and sometimes I can’t see how we will ever make this work. All I know is when I’m not with you, I want to be. When I’m not right here in your arms, that’s the place I need to be. I’ve never felt more right with anyone before. And don’t throw my age back in my face, I’ve been around the block enough to know what we have is special. The question is… Can we move past the beginning? Past the job? Can you see me and not what I do?”

He tilted my head back, looking down into my eyes with those deep brown ones of his, the cool breeze gently causing strands of hair to flutter past them, hiding their sexiness from me and teasing me. “I want to, Seb. I really do.”

“You want to.” I lifted up on my toes and kissed him. “But you can’t?” I whispered the words on his lips before pulling away, turning around and laying my back on his chest as I looked over the canal below us. “You can’t move past it. You can’t stand me being with other men. You can’t…” Love me. I finished off inside my head. “It’s okay.”

I wouldn’t cry. I couldn’t. I felt dead inside. I loved him and he would never feel that way about me.

“We don’t know what’s going to happen, Seb. I’d prefer you to do something else, anything else, but I also won’t demand you change your life just to see if we work out. Who’s to say even if you leave the job that we’ll work out? We have more against us than you being an escort. I’m older, a lot older than you, Seb. And I know you probably don’t even think about it, but I do. In ten years’ time I’ll be in my forties and you’ll be in your twenties. That’s a huge difference. We live on opposite sides of the country. It’s not a huge distance, but it’s far enough to stop us just calling round and spending a couple of hours out at dinner, or watching TV.”

He kissed the back of my neck, sighing when he kissed the teeth marks on my shoulder. “That bite is a huge sign of how I feel about you, about how you drive me crazy.” He kissed the same spot, then laid his head on my shoulder and hugged me tight to him. “There’s this big wolf inside me which thinks he’s claimed you or something. I’m sure he feels if he marks you or scents you enough that other men will desire you less.” We both chuckled. “I want you to be mine, Seb.”

“I am. I have been since I first saw you in the Hilton.”

“That was about ten minutes after I’d already decided you were mine, Seb.” He sucked on my earlobe. “I saw you riding the escalator up from the bar, every step it climbed I saw more of you. Even from the tips of your stylishly scruffy hair I knew I wanted you. Knew I’d do whatever it took to get you. By the time you joined me, I was a mess. I’d never wanted anyone that much.”

“You were drunk. Not too drunk, but enough. I don’t think you’d ever have picked me up, let alone paid for me if you were sober.”

“Why wouldn’t I have picked you up?”

“I’m not your usual type.”

“There’s no one like you, baby.”

“If you were sober, would you have just offered to pay for me like you did?”

“Maybe not, maybe I would have tried my luck and taken you out for dinner instead.”

“I would have gone if you’d asked me. Okay, not that night, but it had been a shitty day, but dinner the next day would have worked.”

Robert sighed. “I left the next morning.”

A heavy sigh left my lungs. “I guess we need to just accept things happened the only way they could have happened to get us here and move on.”

“Move on where?”

“We date, right? Do long distance. Call each other up. Do what everyone else does in this position.”

“And what about me?”

“What exactly about you, Robert?” I laughed as I spun around and kissed him.

“Is this… Well, not that it can be
just
us, but…” Robert gave up and looked over my shoulder while he calmed down.

The thought of him seeing other men, dating them, fucking them, being with them when he couldn’t be with me… it bothered me. It didn’t before, but right then, right at that moment where we were talking about moving on, the thought of anyone having part of him when I couldn’t be there, it stuck in my throat and choked me. It wasn’t the sex, it was everything else. Would there be men he would introduce his friends to, friends he wouldn’t introduce me to? Would they be everything I wasn’t?

“I’m okay with you seeing other men.” I swallowed the bile in my throat and hugged him. “I can’t ask you to be monogamous right now. How unfair would that be? Plenty of people date a few people at the same time. I guess I’d like to feel special. To be your main man.”

Robert rolled his eyes. “I don’t feel like I want to be with anyone else.”

“Then don’t be. Be mine.” I ran my fingers through his hair, coaxing a smile from him. “Don’t you want to be mine, Robert?”

He shook his head, a sexy smirk on his lips as he pressed me back against the railing, holding my hips in his tight grip and kissing me hard and deep, strong fingers curling in the back of my hair and taking possession of me for a few long moments before he slowly withdrew those sexy as sin lips from mine and smiled against my mouth. “I’ve been yours since you first smiled at me, Sebastian.”

“Robert…” A foolish moment of romance crept through me and I opened my mouth, preparing to tell him just how much I felt for him. “I l—”

“Sebastian!!” Harry’s shouting made us both jump, turning quickly to see Harry rushing through the room, half undressed, looking…

“Has someone beaten you up?” I rushed to him, holding his chin and surveying the cut lip and black eyes he was supporting. “Who did this? Your date? Have you—”

“Shut up, Seb.” Harry shot out, holding me by the shoulders and staring into my eyes.

“Where’s Leigh?” I was fighting back the fear inside me, trying to keep calm, but a million and one things were going through my head.

“Leigh’s fine. Harriot’s goon Shane did this to me when I mouthed off at her about offering Leigh a job there.” Harry tensed all over, his eyes glazing with anger as he remembered it. “But, that’s not what’s wrong. It’s Damien.”

We both stared at each other, him giving me time to picture the little blond twink who had caught my eye since I first joined up, the one who flirted and teased with me but I never got anywhere with him. “What about him?” Even as I asked, I knew it was something I didn’t want to hear.

“He’s missing.” Harry sighed, running his fingers through his hair and looking over my shoulder at Robert. “Seb has to leave. He has to get away from Leeds.”

I shook my head, grabbing his jacket. “What the hell are you talking about, Harry?”

“You have to go, Seb. Harriot won’t say anything, but I know what’s happened. It’s him. Anthony. I know it is. He started to date Damien after you. Off the official books, but Harriot still booked it. She knows everything, she knows what he could be and she didn’t care. She let Damien go to him and now he’s gone, Seb. He’s been missing for two days. I only just found out because of the shit that happened at the office after my date tonight.”

“No…” I drifted off. “That can’t be… She did that? What about the police?”

“He’s only got us. Anyone else from his past is long gone. He’s been with Harriot for five years. She just…” Harry turned from me and took a deep breath. “You can’t trust her. You have to go. Go with Robert.”