Sebastian: The Complete Series (52 page)

I found myself swaying into the house after Dominque and Robert, who’d rushed ahead to let him use the bathroom. I was just taking a break in the doorway when Dominque busted back into view, smiling, with a cute blush to his otherwise creamy skin.

“I had sooo much fun,” he slurred out, grabbing me and giving me a sloppy kiss on the mouth.

“Me too. Next time we should take taxis so Jacob can join in. I hope he’s not too pissed off with us.”

“He’ll be fine.” Dominque threw his arms wide, toppling over and landing on the lawn flat on his back and laughing like a child.

Of course, I could only stand there snorting while he acted all turtle-like on the ground. “You look so ungraceful. I should film this and keep it as proof.”

Robert huffed as he walked out of the house, Jacob joining him from the car and both of them helping a giggling Dominque to his feet while I sat on the step, wiping more tears from my eyes.

“Byeee, Roberrrrrtt,” Dominque sang out as he wrapped his arms around him. “You're so amazing. Isn't he amazing, Jacob?”

“Yes.” Jacob surprised Dominque by swinging him over a shoulder and storming to the car. “Night,” he called out over his shoulder as he slid him into the passenger seat.

“I think Jacob’s in for a good night when he gets home. Dominque is horny.” I took Robert’s hand and he pulled me to my feet where I promptly wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him.

“He’s drunk,” Robert mumbled over my lips.

“So? Drunken sex is the best.”

“Jacob won't take advantage of him like that.”

I rolled my eyes. “Can you take advantage of me at least?”

“No.” Robert grinned at me.

“Well…can I take advantage of you then?”

He paused, locking the door behind us and smiling to himself. “You think you’re okay to get hard and fuck me?”

“If you're up for it, I can do it!” I nodded expectantly at him.

“Well, then I don’t mind you taking advantage of me.”

“Yay!” I did a happy dance, which I'm sure didn’t come across as either sexy or grown up, but the occasion called for it.

“Maybe some coffee first?” Robert said with a smirk.

I swayed a little, and then agreed. Coffee, lots of coffee.

A
strong coffee later, oh, and a cherry scone, and I was feeling less drunk and more into the whole sex thing. “It’s been so long since I was inside you.”

Remembering how good it felt to be inside him and recalling the sounds he made as he came for me had me even more excited to get him in bed and spread his legs.

“Come on. Upstairs.” Robert pulled me to my feet, pushing me up against the wall and claiming my mouth with his. His hands were everywhere and we were both undressing each other as we stumbled up the staircase, dropping clothes along the way, not wanting to separate out lips or lose contact.

By the time we reached the bedroom, we were kicking off our jeans and shoes, and falling onto the bed with a bounce and a laugh.

His body continued to excite me in a way no one else’s will ever do. He was tall and bulky in all the right places with muscles built from hard work, not the gym. He was toned and well built, covered in a sexy smattering of dark hair which I constantly ran my fingers through as I crawled over him. He was the biggest man I'd topped, and it wasn’t lost on me that he still took control of the situation. I was happy with that though, it felt good having him underneath me, watching him ride my cock and lose control as he lost himself in the sensation of my cock filling him up.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” I moaned out, already slicking my fingers up and spreading his legs so I could climb in between them.

He caught my mouth with his, fighting with me as we fed on the other, too wrapped up in the moment and too desperate to move on. My fingers were tracing his cheeks, spreading them open and finding his tight hole waiting anxiously for me. With my slim fingers, it meant two could enter him without any discomfort, and I was soon adding a third, kissing his neck, sucking and biting as he arched upwards, rubbing his hard cock against my stomach as he sank his arse harder onto my hand.

“I want to feel it.” He bit my lip before I pulled away, already slicking up my cock with the leftover lube on my fingers.

“I know what you need.” I stroked my cock, rolling my head over his opening, teasing us both with the contact.

He shuddered beneath me, whispering my name as he wrapped his legs around my hips, drawing me closer to him. “Fuck me, baby.” His brown eyes looked so hazy and sleepy, still stuck on mine as I pushed into him.

“Robert…” I had to stop. His heat and tightness were too much and my oversensitive cock felt like it had a hair trigger and could go off at any time without me knowing about it.

His thick fingers captured my head, holding me still, and I found his gaze penetrating my own when I opened my eyes. It was intense, not just his body surrounding mine, not just the longing and force of the passion he showed in his eyes, it was the strength of the force pulling us together, connecting us and tying our bodies together.

With a deep sigh, I filled him up, my balls now laying flush on his cheeks and my heart stilling in my chest as I tried to edge back from the impending orgasm flooding my body. For possibly the first time, I didn’t talk, I couldn’t, but even if I could, the moment didn’t need. How could I express just how good he felt around me, how much I needed him? I craved him so deeply it hurt to acknowledge, and as his sultry gaze continued to bore into my mind, I hoped I showed some of that to him.

It took everything I had to move, and when I did, both of us threw back our heads. He bit down on his lip, groaning erotically as I pulled out, letting my head stretch his entrance before sliding back into him. He looked stunning laid out before me, those pouty lips, his dark eyes now back on mine, his strong arms flexing as he gripped my hips, the feel of his heavy thighs encasing me in their grip.

When he rose to meet my next thrust, I opened my mouth in a silent moan, caught off guard by his muscles tightening around me, by the harder force connecting us. Focusing on him and how he needed me, I met his thrusts, aiming to get him there before me. Wrapping a hand around the base of his cock, I smoothed it up to his head, rolling my thumb over his slit as I pounded into him.

He tightened his thighs around me, lifting up off the bed and riding my cock, thrusting into my hand and claiming me with every movement. I was barely holding on, the tight heat, the flexing of his body around me, massaging my cock deep inside him, my balls pulled tight and I gripped his dick harder, stroking it up and down as I lost my rhythm and ploughed into him, too lost in the beginnings of my own orgasm to notice he'd reached his peak underneath me.

Feeling his hot cream spill over my fingers released my own, and I shot deep inside him, shouting out his name, my gaze still connected to his as we both climaxed together.

Too exhausted to move, I simply laid on him, leaving my cock to deflate inside him before it slipped out. He wrapped his arms around me and there we stayed, sweaty and breathing hard, his lips working over my neck as I clung onto him.

One day I would wake up and find Robert was a dream.

Someone who I'd made up and enjoyed for a short time only to find my bubble had burst and I woke to find him gone.

It was all too good to be true sometimes, and there was this gremlin which lived constantly in my head which told me he couldn't possibly want all this.

“I love you, Sebastian Knight.”

I rubbed my face into his chest, enjoying those words just as much as the first time he said them to me. With a slight shift, I slipped from his body and found myself underneath him, his lips on mine, his hands everywhere.

He took everything from my world and left just me and him. If I woke the next day and found out we were the only people alive, I would be content with just his company for all of time.

“I need you.” I arched up to him. “Robert.”

Parting my legs for him, I felt his thick fingers caressing my hole. His kisses and the need for him to continue were all I thought about. Okay, so maybe the drink gave me a nudge, but I knew what I wanted.

He slipped a digit into my mouth, groaning as I sucked it, covering it with my spit before he slid it back out and caressed my opening. When he slipped it into me, I widened my thighs, letting my knees fall to the bed, and gave him the unspoken invitation to give me more.

He took it, and I could have thanked every god known to me for him not stopping. The stretch of two of his gruff fingers filling me up, the gentle burn, the scissoring of them as they pulled from my body, it had me calling out his name on every movement and I became lost underneath him, closing my eyes, letting his mouth caress every inch of me they could reach as he plundered my body over and over.

He was right there, hitting me perfectly, his other hand working my cock. When his mouth wrapped around it, I choked out his name, gripping the sheets in my fists and lifting up so I could fuck his mouth. I felt another finger fill me up and that was it. I came hard, riding those fingers and thrusting my cock down his throat at the same time.

I was comatose when he appeared above me, his lips on mine, his stiff cock rubbing against my thighs. I sleepily took him hand, working him smoothly as we kissed, his leaking head spreading precum over me as he climbed higher. When he was close, I quickened up, gripping him tighter, working my palm over his head. He threw his head back, shouting as he shot for me, covering my stomach in streams of cum.

He collapsed next to me, our naked bodies still burning up and our hearts beating out of our chests. I rolled to him, not caring how dirty we were, and just held him, letting the rhythm of his heart lull me to sleep.

I
n between taking pain killers for my hangover—a hangover it seemed only
I
suffered with despite Dominque drinking a lot more and appearing a hell of a lot more drunk than me—I was sitting staring at the Christmas tree which Robert had put up while I was in bed trying to feel more like a human being. It looked sort of sad in the middle of the bay window with no lights or decorations on it. It also looked a lot smaller than I’d hoped.

“Size isn’t everything,” Robert chuckled out as I complained yet again how much bigger it looked when we chose it.

“Yeah, but that poor little thing looks lost in the big space. It’s crying out for something bigger. A bit more girth is needed to fill it up.” I grinned at him. The smile actually hurt my face and I groaned. “I'm never drinking again.”

Robert lifted a brow, and then checked his watch. “I have to be out of here soon. I was going to leave you decorating this thing, but from the sounds of it, you're not going to be doing that.”

“I think I'm going to get a bigger one and put this in the hall.” I slid my eyes to him and saw he was busy packing his briefcase.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” He checked his watch again. “I’ll take the tube and drive home in your car, so I might be a bit later than usual with the traffic. There’s a brisket of beef in the fridge, just pop it in the oven around five and it’ll be ready when I get home.”

“Okay. Did you leave instructions?”

“For what?” Robert pulled his arms through his jacket.

“For the beef.”

“You don’t need to do anything else. Just put it on a tray and put it on the oven on a low heat. It’ll cook for hours. You can’t go wrong with it.” He bent down and gave me a kiss. “Use my car if you need to go anywhere. It’s got a full tank and a sat nav built in, so you should be fine to go anywhere. Just drop me a text to let me know where you are just to keep my nerves intact.”

“Okay, baby. I’m not going out for a while. I need to sober up and eat. I need bacon.”

“There’s bacon in the fridge.” He covered me up with a throw and gave me a lingering kiss. “I love you.”

“Hmm, and I love you.” I smirked at him. “Don’t go sitting down too fast.”

“You’ll be a permanent reminder all day. A good reminder.” He gave me a dirty smile, and then picked up his briefcase. “Call me if you need anything.”

“See you later. Have a good day.”

“I’ll try.” With another wave and a smile, he disappeared into the hall and I heard the door closing and locking behind him moments later.

When I’d finished my cup of tea, I planned to fry up some bacon then have a shower, a long one. Looking at the tree again, I rolled my eyes. I was hoping to have it decorated, but no way was I going to use my good decorations on that thing. I was going out and picking up a huge one.

An hour later and I was standing by the patio doors in the kitchen, flapping a newspaper around and trying to get the black plumes of smoke out of the house.

I
may
have forgotten about the bacon… It was reduced to charcoal, so God knows how long I’d left it on the hob while I napped. Obviously too fucking long.

In between pirouetting around the kitchen countertops while I removed the smoke alarm from the ceiling and doing some sort of interpretive dance around the rest of the house while flapping my paper, I’d missed a call from Harry, so the fact he was now watching me from the garden with an amused smirk on his smug bastard of a face irritated me even further.

“Cooking, I presume?” He sniffed the air. “Hmm, nothing like the smell of bacon to give you an appetite.”

“Don’t just stand there, prick. Come help me.”

“Help you with what exactly? Calling the fire brigade maybe?”

“It’s too late for that. Though firemen filling up the house instead of just smoke kinda sounds good.”

Harry walked in, turning his nose up at the burning smell still occupying the kitchen. “It’ll take days to get that smell out.”

“Just open more windows and throw that frying pan in the bin outside. That’ll help.”

Harry sighed, but opened all the windows in the kitchen and dining room, then scooted past me with what used to be the frying pan, discarding it in the wheelie bin and slamming the lid shut. “So, you need a bigger tree, huh?”

“Oh yeah. You coming with me?” I threw the newspaper on the counter and slid onto a stool. “Also, we should go eat.”

“I agree, and we should most definitely eat something
you
haven't touched.”

I sprayed a generous amount of air freshener around the house, not that it helped, and I was sure Robert would be able to smell I’d set fire to something as soon as he walked in. By the time I'd changed and downed another coffee, I was sober and ready to get the
real
tree. “Where should we go for a tree around here?”

“Not being a regular tree buyer, I don’t have a huge amount of ideas concerning that, but I think they sell them in all the major supermarkets now. We can grab something to eat at the same time.”

With a plan in mind, we jumped in Robert’s car and drove to the massive supermarket twenty minutes away. As soon as I parked up, I spotted some Christmas trees outside and grinned. They had a good selection and I hoped we could grab one, quickly followed by a bacon butty and be out of there in half an hour.

It was packed and I sighed heavily seeing the huge queues, but Harry pulled me along to where they’d stacked up the trees and I began rifling through them until I found
the one
. It was perfect. Tall and wide and had a good amount of branches. It was the biggest one there. Harry had drifted off to the booze aisle by that time, so he wasn’t there for the whole gimmie, gimme, gimme moment I had with the member of staff. He did however return just in time to see me and the poor guy trying to fit it through the machine which wrapped it in netting.

He was on one end shoving it, and I was pulling the other end. The machine was obviously shit because it wouldn’t do the job and kept lifting off the ground. With a scratch of the head, the young guy straddled the machine and shouted pull, so me and Harry pulled and pulled while he bounced up and down on it like some rodeo cowboy and we somehow got the widest middle part of the tree through the machine.

The bottom half had less branches, and so it began to go through easier, too easy for us to continue pulling as we were doing, and I ended up sitting on top of Harry on the floor with half of the tree on top of us both and two staff members running to help us.

“How big is this fucking tree, Seb?” Harry pushed me and the tree off him and stood up, pine needles everywhere and no amount of shaking his clothes were getting rid of them.

“I dunno. Big.”

Harry eyed up the now carefully wrapped tree and shrugged, disbelief showing on his features as he swiped back his brown hair.

It really didn’t look that big.

Know why?

Because we were in MASSIVE supermarket where it’s hard to actually judge just how big something is.

Yeah, as soon as we’d got it to the car, we knew it was bigger than we should have bought, but there was no going back.

Harry let down the back seats in Robert’s pristine BMW, and together we hoisted it in with much swearing and shoving. The thing was so long it filled the whole car, and when I say the whole car, I really mean it. Its trunk, and it was a trunk, not some weedy twig which our first tree had, oh no. This fucker was around twelve inches thick at the base and the netting, which was straining against the branches had stretched, allowing it to slowly fill the car width-way.

With a cautious movement, I closed the boot then stepped back, and together we both just looked at the car. It was like a Triffid. It kept moving and growing—the netting not being able to contain it—and after a few very quiet minutes, we took a walk around the outside of the car. Each window had squished up branches against it. It looked hilarious and I couldn't help but laugh.

It was insane. I’d never seen anything like it. “It’s just the netting, that’s all.”

Harry was unconvinced. “What if we get in the car and the netting totally goes, and suddenly we’re sitting in the middle of a huge tree with you behind the steering wheel and—”

“Pfft, that won't happen.” I was confident something was going to go wrong, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. I needed him back at home to help get this humongous Redwood out of Robert’s pretty new car and into the house.

“You sure this will fit in the sitting room?”

“Yeah, of course. There’s tons of room.”

Sitting in the car with that tree was truly
the most
nerve-wracking experience of my life.

It was like sitting next to a time bomb and not knowing when it would blow. Every creak or groan from the pine made us both look over our shoulder with bated breath. When I went over a speedbump a little too fast and the thing jumped, I may have screamed. A branch touched my shoulder and I saw my life flash before me in a series of snapshots, the last being how they had to pull me and Harry from the car, entwined with the tree, pine needles everywhere and several branches pierced through our bodies. Add to that Harry reminding me there was probably tons of creepy crawlies living in it, and I was sweating like a pig wearing this season’s Armani suit in a disco.

Parking up outside Robert’s place, you'd never seen me and Harry move as fast. Those doors were opened so quickly you could have lit a cigarette on the hinges. We were out of there and standing on the front step faster than a Formula One car on its first lap.

Honest to God, I was a nervous wreck.

Harry was laughing like a lunatic and snapping pictures on his phone. “I can't wait to see what this fucking oak tree you’ve bought looks like in your sitting room.”

“We’ve got to get it
out
of the car first.”

“Hmm, that in itself is a great feat no man before has achieved.”

“I agree. If we complete this mission, we should get a trophy or something.”

Not wanting to scratch the shit out of the leather interior, we edged it out cautiously, somehow getting it onto the lawn. Both of us had discarded our coats and were covered in sap, sweat and pine needles and looking considerably less smarter than when we left an hour ago.

We rolled it to the front door, and then dusted it off as much as we could before we tugged it into the hallway, leaving it on the floor while we both took a tea break.

It was then, with Harry leaning against the breakfast bar, eyeing up the mammoth green size lump on the floor, that he turned to me and uttered, “You got a stand for it, right?”

A stand? “What do you mean?”

Harry gave me one of his famous cool looks. “Well, it doesn’t have roots, Seb. It won't stand all by itself, will it? How did you think it would stay upright? Did you think it would just miraculously hover there until after the New Year and you dragged it outside?”

“Fuck!”

So off we went back to the shop where we purchased a bright red stand, and where I also bitched about not being told I would need one before we hurried home.

It was a lot more complex than I'd thought, and involved screwing the thing to the trunk, and with it being so thick, the stand really wasn’t up to the job. Once it was upright, it swayed, so Harry took some of the stones from the garden and built up some sort of temporary stone wall, then it was time to release the kraken.

With a pair of scissors, I began carefully snipping the netting, starting from the bottom and working up. It didn’t take long for it to just rip, and there I was, standing in the middle of a forest, needles up my nose and screeching like a cat in heat as I tried to escape its clutches.

By the time I'd wormed my way out, Harry was rolling around on the sofa crying with laughter and I was exhausted.

I lay on the floor, looking up at my oak tree with relief and horror. “You know what this means?”

Harry wiped his eyes. “What?”

“We need more decorations.”

“Yeah, or a chainsaw to trim the thing down.”

“That's probably not a bad idea actually.”

After showering the sap from our bodies and a change of clothing, we stood before it and smiled. Okay, so it was ridiculously huge and took up most of the room, and you couldn't see out of the bay window because it was
all tree
, but once it had lights and stuff on it would be worth all the fuss.