Sebastian: The Complete Series (9 page)

“You're already in trouble.” I slid down his body and yelped as he slapped my arse. “You’ve been on my mind for the last six weeks. That’s pissed me off.”

“Hmm, I've thought of you too.”

He had my elbow and was walking us to the elevator. Harry was waving at me, but I just shooed him away with a grin. “There's no need to lie. Just get in.” He threw me in the lift and I landed against the wall as his body covered mine again. “I need to fuck you. You're killing me. There's not been a day since I met you I haven't regretted fucking you.”

I opened my mouth, but stopped because what could I say to that?

“Regretted letting you go. I need you, Sebastian.”

“Robert… take me.”

I
don’t remember how we got to the room. I only remember his mouth on mine as we bounced down the hallway, ripping each other’s clothes off on the way. By the time we got in the room, we both had our shirts off and our pants undone. His cock was in my hand and dripping for me when I fell to my knees and swallowed him. He was too far gone to fuck—he needed to come.

I had him in my throat and his hands in my hair, fisting it tightly as he fucked my throat, growling and calling my name out as he stiffened and thickened for my mouth. He tasted like heaven and I had to take my own cock in my hand and fuck my fist as I sucked him or I'd come in my suit and that wasn’t going to happen, not at that price. When he fell back against the door with a bang and came hard, I shot over my fingers, moaning with him and swallowing his cream. Another rule broken.

“Jesus Christ. Get those fucking clothes off and get on the bed.” He was just as desperate as me, I could hear it his voice. My eyelids fluttered. I was still in shock over what the hell was going on. He lifted me by the arms and threw me on the bed. “Clothes, now!”

“Bossy tonight, aren’t we?”

“Desperate.” He threw some cash at me and started stripping off his pants. Three hundred pounds.

“I'm worth more than this.”

“True. I’m good for the rest.”

I tossed the money to floor and grabbed him. “I don’t take credit.”

He was naked, pushing me back on the bed and pulling my pants off before laying over me. “I only want an hour.”

I frowned, but an hour and a good fuck was going to have to be enough. “Okay. Seeing as though it’s you.”

His big cock was in my hand and I had his mouth back on mine as we rolled around the bed, taking turns at being on top, grinding our bodies together in a white hot heat of lust. I gasped when I broke from his lips so I could grab a condom and the lube from my bag on the floor. When I turned over onto my front, he kissed my spine, trailing wet lips down to my arse where he bit my cheeks softly before parting them and getting a good look at my hole.

“Fuck!” He growled, lifting my hips from the bed and pressing his tongue to my entrance.

“Robert!” I shouted out, shuddering under his wet tongue sliding over my hole. “Oh God. Yes! Yes! Don’t stop. That feels so good.”

No one had ever rimmed me before, but holy shit, had I been missing out. I was liquid in his arms, every bone in my body turned to jelly. All I could do was quiver and moan as he opened me up, forcing his tongue into me and licking me, growling and rubbing his face into my cheeks as he ate me.

“Robert… please. Please, Robert.”

I collapsed when he pulled his face from my arse, his mouth on my spine as he crept up to the back of my neck and nibbled me.

“Condom,” he whispered against my ear.

“Yes…”

“No, baby, give it to me.”

My shaking hands reached into my bag and I pulled out a couple of condoms and the sachet of lube, throwing them back to him.

“Turn around. I want you to look at me while I fuck you.”

I spun around onto my back, opening my legs and watched him roll the condom over his thick length. “Christ, you're so hard for me.”

He leaned over me, lifting one of my legs on his shoulder and pressing me into the mattress with his heavy frame. My mouth found his and I took every breath of air, every moan, every whimper as my own and kept it. There was something about his lips, the way he tasted, the way he fought hard against my mouth, trying to get deeper, kiss harder, longer. It seemed out of control and I loved every second of it.

“Robert!” The slick tip of his finger breached me. The memory of how good he touched me last time got me ready for those calloused, thick fingers fucking me. My cock was already hard, and I was all his as he worked his finger deeper into me.

“You feel so good.” He sounded shocked and I opened an eye and smiled at him as he watched his finger moving inside my slick hole. “Relax, baby.”

I blew out a big breath and felt my body give way for his second finger. “Argh, shit!”

“Sebastian…”

“I'm okay. Don’t stop.”

He was above me again, looking into my eyes with his deep brown ones. I could see the need in them. I hadn’t been with anyone since him. The closest was Anthony and that was just his fingers.

“You don’t bottom much, do you?”

I shook my head and half smiled at him. “Would it make you happy if I told you the last cock I had inside me was yours?”

He turned from me and shook his head. “Don’t do this. You don’t need to.”

“I’m not lying. Do I feel like I get fucked often? You know I don’t. You
were
the last person I was with. I mainly top, but with you...” I slumped back against the bed and sighed. “I don’t lie, but if you prefer me to be the type who gets fucked daily, then I can play the part for you. Am I not enough of a whore for you? I can call my friend. He may be what you're looking for.”

“Don’t make me out to be this… this person. I don’t fuck whores.”

“Yes, you do, Robert. I'm one. So fuck me and end this.”

“End it? This won't end with one quick fuck.” He pressed his head against my hole and pushed, stretching and making me feel every thick inch of his fat cock filling me up. “You and I both know that, or are you a better actor than I give you credit for?”

My mouth opened, but all I could do was moan as he worked past my ring and slipped inside me.

“You're not a whore. No whore feels as good as you.”

“Fuck me. Fill me up and take me. Take my arse and make it yours.”

“You dirty-mouthed little…” I rose up, fucking his cock. “Shit!”

“That's it. Take me.”

“Seb…” He thrust into me, his long cock filling me and rubbing my insides like no one else could.

“Robert. Robert. Robert.”

Every thrust made me call his name and he loved it. “Keep saying it. Keep looking at me while I fuck you.”

The world could have ended right there and then and I wouldn’t have noticed because all I could think about was him and how he was claiming me.

“You're mine. Every fucking inch of you is mine.”

“Yes. Yours.”

“All mine, Sebastian.”

For the hour we had at least, I was his and his alone. When the money ran out and the clock showed our time was up, he'd be gone, just like the last time.

This time I was keeping my head on. I knew better than to get in too deep. We had one hour. But in that one hour, he was mine. All mine and I wouldn’t let my dark thoughts dampen the mood.

Inside, I knew he was a mistake. A big fucking beautiful mistake which would rock my world and turn me inside out and there wasn’t one thing I could do to stop it.

Robert was the one. The one client. The one person. The one man. He would take everything I had and I would hurt because of it.

R
obert was laid beside me as we both tried to catch our breath. My body felt like a floppy piece of string. I wanted to get the Hell up and out of the room—my room, but when I told that to my legs they just shrugged and said, how?

He was in my room. I sighed inside when I realised how stupidly I'd acted. He knew where I would be staying for the night, and I couldn't just walk out with a quick wave and a see you later. Nope, I had to politely get him out before Harry came back and found me sprawled naked on the bed with a client who hadn’t gone through the books. That was bad. Another rule I'd broken. Shit!

“You look different.” Robert dragged his thick, rough fingertips down my chest, rolling a nipple before he tugged it and I turned to him.

“New hair.” I ran my fingers through the sweaty mess and sighed. “It
did
look good.”

“It did.” He grinned at me. “I thought it was you, but it wasn’t until I was beside you I knew for sure. You look amazing.”

“Yeah, I can dress up and look pretty if the occasion calls for it. It’s just shocking because we spent most of our time… well, like this.” I motioned across our naked, dirty bodies and he closed his eyes, lying back on the bed, trying to calm his breathing down more. “What are you doing here? How the hell did this even happen?”

“I know the bride. She works with me.”

“Right. Don’t tell her about… well, me or Harry. His parents don’t know what he does.”

“Yes, I can’t imagine them being proud of their son’s achievements.”

I sat up on the edge of the bed. Was he determined to piss me off? “You can't judge what we do while you're laid there covered in my cum after paying to fuck me.”

“I didn’t…” He ran his palm over my back. “I'm sorry. I didn’t think.”

“It’s fine, Robert.”

“It’s not.”

“I'm not arguing with you.” I smiled back at him with my fake ‘everything’s good’ smile, which he didn’t buy and pulled me back down next to him.

“Are you always so pissy with your clients, or is just me?” He was half laid over me, pinning me to the mattress as he stared down at me with those brown eyes of his, his salt and pepper hair falling over his face.

“No…” I smiled a little at his cheeky grin and those dimples made me forget about getting him out of the room. “You just… you say things which wind me up and I can't help it. I mean, I get the whole whore things turns some men on, it’s just they don’t usually act like… well, like you do in bed, then say the stuff you say. You confuse me. I don’t know what you want from me.”

“You gave me what I needed. Don’t worry about your performance.” He was abruptly up off the bed and walking into the bathroom.

Again I felt like I’d said the wrong thing. “We keep misunderstanding each other. Which means we should be more vocal about our… liaisons.” I grinned at him as he threw some cold water over his face.

“I told you, I'm new to this.”

“Oh, yeah.” I turned onto my side, watching small droplets of water run down his chest as he dried his face. “I meant to ask you about that.”

“It’s true, before you say anything about me lying to you. I don’t know the procedure or have the knowledge how to deal with this.”

“This is bad.” I brushed my hair back with a sigh.

“What? Why?”

“This.” I motioned around the room then between us. “I'm not supposed to do this. Everything has to go through the agency.”

“They won't know.”

“Harry does.”

Robert perched on the edge of the bed, running his hands over my hips and arse. “I thought you were friends?”

“We are. It’s just…” I didn’t know how well I could trust Harry. He and Suzie were friends, he could slip up.

“I can call up and explain.” Robert kissed my thigh softly.

“I don’t want you to do that. You'd have to go on their books.”

“Is that so bad?” He leaned down, kissing my neck and I grimaced a little. “I bit you again.”

“I noticed.” I moaned when he sucked the bite, rising up, pushing my hip into his hand.

He grabbed it firmly. “I don’t want to get you in trouble. I’ll explain.”

“Sure you want to associate yourself with an escort agency, Robert?”

He chewed his lip while he thought and it made me smile. “They seem confidential. And they have you.” His sexy eyes met mine and I chuckled a little. “I meant it when I said I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

“You need to find a boyfriend. Not an escort.”

He kissed my throat, laying hot kisses up to my ear where he sucked on the delicate skin underneath it and smiling as I moaned for him. “You're right.” He kissed me again in the same place and my jelly legs slipped into the liquid stage. “Shame all I can concentrate on is you.”

“Well…” I groaned as he sucked again. “After a few nights, you'll grow bored of me and something even shinier will catch your eye.”

“I can't imagine anything catching my eye as you have.”

“There's plenty of choice. I’ll introduce you to someone.”

“I don’t want them.” He was on top of me now, spreading my thighs with his knees and working his mouth around my jaw to my lips. “I want you, Sebastian.”

He had hold of my arse in his meaty paw, squeezing it tightly, massaging it and making me squirm against his hot flesh above me. I wanted him too. Wanted him in a way I hadn’t ever wanted anyone and it freaked me out. I couldn't do this. I wouldn’t be hurt by his lies and soft words.

“I'm yours any time you need me. Just call up and book me. I’ll be happy to spend hours with you.”

He huffed, throwing a frown my way. “Yeah…”

“You should stop.” I shifted slightly, wanting to be alone and confused, not confused with him on top of me. I needed to think and my mind played stupid while ever I was near him.

“Have I used up my time?” He was angry again and I hated it.

“This isn’t about the time or the money.” No, this was about me not giving a shit and wanting to have him with me all night. “I'm sharing this room. Harry won't be too impressed I've brought you back here.”

“You're staying here tonight?”

“Yes.”

He must have caught the worry I felt and he smiled softly, tracing my jaw with his fingertip. “I wouldn’t hurt you. You're safe with me. I won't turn up and demand more from you. Besides, I've ran out of cash.” He grinned and I shook my head.

“They take credit at the agency.” I laughed at his smirk.

“I can see me getting into debt booking you every spare second I have.”

“Ha! Robert, don’t do that.” I was serious and he kissed me softly on the lips. I was wondering why I was letting him do it when he lifted off me and knelt between my thighs.

“Do you kiss all your clients?”

I shouldn’t have been truthful, but I’ve already explained my brain went dead in his presence. “No. None of them.” I closed my eyes at the mistake.

“Sebastian…” His mouth was mine again, our mouths clamped together as we kissed each other into a mind numbing state again. When we broke for air, we were both hard. “Shit!” He moved off me, running his fingers through his hair. “I hate that I want you so much.”

“I can tell.” I tried to touch him, but he was off the bed and pulling his clothes on. “Robert… I'm sorry.”

“Don’t apologise. Just… You know what.” He pulled his shirt on, hiding his glorious body and dark chest hair from me. “Yeah, apologise because saying shit like that to me… I don’t need to hear it, okay. Let’s just keep this as sex. You're a professional. So, if I'm paying for you, then that's all I want. None of this.” He had his waistcoat on and was looking for his jacket. “I don’t need to… I don’t need the promise of more.”

“I never promised you anything.”

“Your lips did.” He ran his thumb over my mouth and I kissed it gently “Sebastian… God, just…” He trailed off when I kissed his thumb again. “Why do you kiss me?”

“I don’t know.” I lifted up off the bed, grabbing his waistcoat and pulling him back on top of me. “I want to.” I kissed him, wrapping my arms and legs around his big body. “I want you.” I moaned into his mouth before his tongue slipped inside me and claimed me.

“Sebastian, please.”

“I want you, Robert.”

“Please.” His cock was hard and pulsing as I rubbed against him.

“I want you now.” I freed his cock and pulled him. His fully clothed body felt good against mine. It felt dirty, raw and wrong. “Fuck me again.”

He growled as I rubbed his slick head against my hole. “Don’t tease me like this.” He moved away, grabbing another condom and slipping it over his thick length. “You feel too good to keep sane. I want to fill you up and feel your hot insides against my cock.” He pushed into my body and we both shouted out. “I need to feel my cum slipping from your used body.”

“Yes!”

He fucked into me while I clung to his waistcoat. “How much would that cost me, huh? How much would you charge me to fuck you bare? How much would it take?”

I was too lost for words again, just moans and shouts making it past my lips as he pounded into me.

“I want you so fucking much, Sebastian.”

“Take me. Show me.”

He bent me backwards, draping my legs over his shoulder as he squatted over my arse, holding onto the headboard and fucking me harder than I'd even been taken before. He was an animal, out of control, lost and wild. I'd made him lose his mind.

“You're so fucking good.”

I opened my mouth, gasping as he wrapped his hand around my cock and working my slippery head in his big hand.

“Oh God.”

“You're going to come over your face for me.”

I flashed my eyes to my cock, watching my slit leak and pulse as he aimed it to my mouth. “Robert…” I stopped talking, a silent moan slipping from my mouth. I was coming and he knew it.

“That's it, baby. Come for me. Come while I fuck you. I want it. Give it to me.”

“Robert. Robert.”

“Come, baby.”

I opened my mouth, my eyes falling back to my cock, watching as I shot for the first time. It hit my face, then a second on my lips. I was howling, listening to him shouting out as he took my arse, rutting into me with such powerful thrusts I heard the headboard snap from the wall as he climaxed. He came so hard, so fast, so beautiful with my name on his lips as he grunted and swore, his hips still thrusting into me as he shot.

“Are you clean?” He was beside me and I don’t know how or when that happened.

“What? Yes.”

“Good.” He pressed his mouth to my lips and licked me clean of cum. “You taste good, baby.” His tongue was in my mouth, I could taste myself on him. “So fucking good.” He licked my cheeks and chin, moaning as he tasted my cream.

It was some time later when we’d both calmed down and got our brains back from our dicks when I spoke. “Just for the record, the next time you ask someone if they’re clean and you just take their word for it… don’t. Don’t believe them.” He looked concerned and I kissed him. “Not everyone’s honest, Robert.”

“You swallowed mine.”

“Yeah…” I tilted my head and grinned. “I don’t do that, not really, not since... I got spooked out by all the tests they put me through when I joined the agency. I'm safe now.”

“How did you know I was?”

“I didn’t. That was me being stupid.”

“Don’t be stupid with anyone else. I'm clean. I have to be. I get tested for work.”

“See, now I shouldn’t believe you, but… I do.”

“Would you fuck me bare?”

“No.” I sat up, shifting from him and sighing. “I couldn't do that. I have to keep something for me.”

“I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to… This shouldn’t have happened.”

“I know. That was my fault.” I checked the time and saw we’d been missing for two hours. “I have to go back down for the evening meal. You can shower here, or… Are you staying?”

“For the meal? Not now, no.”

“It will look strange you just leaving.”

“I’ll say my goodbyes. Tell them I got called up for work or something.”

“Was that your wife?”