The Man Without Rules (28 page)

Sebastian didn't waste any time with questions or thank you's. He scooped Mariss into his arms and carried her to his room.

He Can't Do You Like I Do

Sebastian set Mariss on her feet next to the bed and locked the bedroom door.

"Who do you think is going to walk in?"
Her
under dramatic eyebrow went up. "Do you have a key outside the door like Catcher Block?"

Sebastian nodded and took the mobile from her. "I'm going to get your
wife
naked now." He tossed the phone on the bed and pulled Mariss to him, crushing his lips to hers. The stolen kisses were delicious, but nothing compared to having her to himself and not having to fear she would pull away.

To his chagrin, she did pull away. Mariss reached behind her for the phone, punched a button, and said, "You're on speaker."

Mariss wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with a freedom neither one of them seemed able to bear. Sebastian pushed her hair from her face, gripping it in one hand. She moaned as he tugged gently. He speared his tongue into her mouth, lapping against hers in a desperate attempt to taste enough of her to satisfy, but there was no end to how badly he wanted her.

"The fuck ya'll doing?" the husband said over the phone.

"Kissing," Mariss panted,
then
her lips and tongue were on him again.

Sebastian broke from the kiss long enough to pull her blouse over her head. He unfastened her bra without looking and palmed her breast.

Mariss whimpered. She pulled away as if he'd hurt her, but tried to keep the kiss going.

Sebastian broke away and looked down. There was a bruise in the shape of his teeth on her right breast. Two more decorated her neck and shoulder where he'd bitten her the night before. He stroked them gently,
then
pressed a kiss to each one before he laid her back on the bed to remove her shoes.

"I want a play-by-play, you two. That's the point of being on the damn phone."

"He's taking off my shoes," Mariss replied a little irritably.

When he had her shoes off, Sebastian worked his thumbs into the soles of her feet.

"Oooh, god."
Mariss writhed on the bed. He watched pleasure ripple through her body. "He's rubbing my feet," she moaned.

"It does
that
to you?"

After a moment, Sebastian switched feet. Mariss started moaning all over again. She unfastened her jeans and started to shimmy out of them. He helped her, dragging the denim down her legs to drop it on the floor in a heap. That just left her panties. Sebastian grabbed them in his fist and with one firm yank he ripped them from her body.

Mariss gasped,
then
giggled. "He just ripped off my thong."

"That's nothing new."

Sebastian laughed. He hauled Mariss up so she was sitting on the edge of the bed and put her hands under his shirt against his stomach. Her breath caught as her fingers traced his abs, then his chest. Her thumbs brushed over his nipples before she pushed his shirt over his head.

"Lick me."

Mariss smirked. Her tongue traced a similar path down his body as it had the night before. He shivered as his dick grew harder, pressing against his jeans. When she reached his waistband, her teeth nipped at his stomach before she unbuttoned him. The zipper slipped down and she pulled them off his hips.

Sebastian kicked his shoes off and stepped out of his jeans. With a hand on the back of her head, he pushed her face down until her lips kissed the head of his dick. "She's going to suck my dick now," he taunted. Mariss' lips parted and she took him inside.

Her mouth was warm and wet, her tongue so soft. He groaned more loudly than he'd intended as her lips sucked and pulled at him. He hit the back of her throat and she gagged gently.

"Ah. Fuck, Red." Mariss reached under and fondled his balls while the other splayed across his stomach.

"You like that dick, baby?" the husband asked.

"Yes." Her breath was cool against Sebastian's wet skin. She gave him one long, wet stroke of her tongue and stood, pulling his face to hers. But she didn't kiss him. She whispered in his hear, "Bassy, I want to feel you. Lay down."

Unsure of how she planned to
feel
him, Sebastian did as she asked. Mariss climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips.

"I'm sitting on top of him," she said out loud. Mariss spread herself for him, and soon her heat seared him to the core. She rubbed her slickness along the length of him, but he wasn't inside her.

They moaned together.

"He's so big, baby," she sighed. Her hips rocked against him.

Sebastian wasn't sure how much longer he could take this. If he wasn't behind her soon he might just "accidentally" take her womanhood.

"Mariss," he groaned. "You're killing me."

"Hold on," she breathed. Her body clenched. He felt little muscles contract against him and she sighed. Sebastian took her mouth with his and her hips in his hands and forced her to rock harder against him. Her body shook.

"I'm going to fuck your ass now," he growled against her lips.

Sebastian lifted her and dropped her on the bed. From the bedside table he took a bottle of lube. He didn't bother with a condom this time. He lubed himself up and pulled her to him by the ankle. Fire burned in her eyes.

"He's going to fuck my ass now," she repeated to the husband.

He used one lubed finger to open her up. Mariss moaned as he slowly pushed in and out,
then
added a second finger. He rubbed himself against her and slowly pressed inside.

"Tell him." Sebastian motioned to the phone with his head.

"Oh, god.
He's… Ah fuck."

"Tell me, Mariss."

Sebastian slid the head inside.

"He's inside me.
God."

He pressed inside until he was all the way in. "Say my name," he grunted.

"Sebastian," she moaned.

He gripped her hips as he pulled out.
"Uh uh.
My
name.
Say it."

"Bassy."

"That's it," he moaned and shook as a shiver ran through his body.

"What's he doing, baby?" The husband's voice was lower now, deeper with a bit of husk to it. He was getting turned on by listening to his wife get ass-fucked by another man.

"He's being slow. Ah. He's so big.
God."

Sebastian grinned. "Make that sound for me, Red."

"What sound?"

He pulled out and thrust all the way in twice in quick succession. Mariss made a high pitched noise.

"That one," he grunted. He almost lost his balls from that alone.

"God, I love that sound," the husband said.

Sebastian picked up a quick rhythm, thrusting in and out. Mariss started to touch herself as she moaned.

"I'm touching myself," she said. He watched her work her clit with her fingers.
"Oh, god."

"Moan for me, baby," the husband said, and Mariss did just that.

Sebastian gripped her hips tighter, but refused to pick up a quicker rhythm. He forced himself to keep it moderate.

"You like takin' it in the ass, don’t you?" the husband asked.

"Yeah, baby."

Sebastian picked Mariss up and climbed onto the bed. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him, her tongue vying with his. He laid her back down, his lips trailing down her jaw and up her neck to that spot behind her ear that he knew she loved. She shivered. Mariss legs went around his hips and she used them to pull him into her harder and faster. Sebastian tried to fight her.

"Please," she begged.

"Are you going to come for me, baby?" the husband asked.

"I want to," she answered.

Mariss panted with need and pleasure. He could sense that she was close. Sebastian licked her skin. The salt on his tongue made him moan with his lips pressed against her throat. He scraped his teeth over her collar bone.

"Please," she begged him again.

Sebastian picked up his pace. He slammed into her, giving her body what it craved.

Mariss bucked beneath him. "I'm coming," she said quietly, but it wasn't for his benefit.

"Are you coming for me, baby?"

"Yes," she hissed into the phone. "Yes."

"Does he do you like I can?"

Mariss didn't answer. She turned her head away and pretended not to hear, but even the husband knew she had.

"Mariss, does he do you like I can?" He spoke more plainly this time, his voice a fraction louder.

Mariss turned her face to Sebastian. Her eyes spoke the answer before she did.

Sebastian pulled back so he was looking down on her, on her body. Her breasts jiggled as he pounded into her, but he didn't look away from her eyes as he waited for the answer to come. His heartbeat picked up and he worked her at a different angle.

"Mariss.
Does he do you like I can?"

"No." She didn't even blink.

Sebastian faltered. He pulled out of her and turned her over without a word. He wasn't careful when he slid back inside. His hips pounded furiously against her backside. She made whimpering noises that had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with "how he could do her". He reached over and pulled the mobile closer so Mariss was moaning directly into the mouth piece. Sebastian made sure the husband could hear every bit of the pleasure he gave his
wife
, and he made damn sure she couldn't
fucking
talk.

But it wasn't enough for Sebastian. He couldn't come for the life of him, no matter how hard he pounded her. Leaning forward, he licked a long, languid line up Mariss' dewy spine. He shuddered, somewhat disgusted with himself, and came hard inside her. His mind and body fractured, ripping his soul apart as he struggled to breathe.

Light caught his eye and Sebastian looked up, staring at the decorative, mirrored shards of glass that hung from the ceiling across the room. He momentarily caught his reflection there, shattered into tiny shiny pieces, his broken spirit reflecting what little light Mariss had brought into his life. She'd left him broken and the worst part was that he'd caused it himself. He couldn't fairly blame her, because she'd warned him. They all had. She wouldn't leave her husband for him.

As soon as he was able, Sebastian pulled out and propelled himself as far away from Mariss' perfect, round ass as he could get. He tossed a box of tissues on the bed and stepped into the marble sanctuary of his bathroom, slamming the cherry wood door. He hoped against hope that Mariss wouldn't interrupt him.

Sebastian took the shortest shower he could remember. He only stayed in long enough to scrub himself down and rinse off in the lukewarm water. The salt of her skin lingered on his tongue. In an attempt to rid himself of all of her, Sebastian found his toothbrush and scrubbed his teeth until all he could taste was cinnamon and fluoride.

Mariss was curled up under his bed covers when he walked back out to the room.

"You can shower, if you like." He found a pair of clean jeans and a t-shirt and dressed quickly while she watched. If she thought he would stay to chat, she was mistaken.

He'd left his mobile on the kitchen counter. Sebastian strode from the room, trying to hold on to whatever dignity he had left, and slammed the bedroom door. He knew it was childish, but it made him feel better.

He had a missed call from Juliet, so he sent her a quick text.
:At
my flat. Come as fast as you can.:
The food hadn't arrived yet, so he sat down to wait and watched the furnace burn.

***

Juliet and the Chinese arrived at the same time Mariss exited the bedroom. Sebastian let Juliet pay for the food with his credit card while he carried the bags to the kitchen.

"Jules, I need you to take Mariss back to my mother's." He chanced a look at Mariss. She didn't say a word, but watched him like she knew what she'd done.

"Okay," Juliet said slowly.
"Right now?"

"Yes.
Right now."

"You just paid for food for her. Can she at least eat it?"

"She can take it with her." He made sure the meals were in separate bags and handed one to Mariss. She stared into his eyes, but he wiped his face clean of any and all emotion. He wouldn't let her know what he was thinking, because he didn't want to admit it.

"Wow. Okay. Mariss, the car is parked out front. I'll be down in a minute."

She nodded, gave him one last parting look, and left. Neither he nor Juliet spoke until the front door shut.

"What the hell happened?" Juliet frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.

"
Jules,
do not force me to remind you that you are not my friend. You work for me. That is the extent of our relationship."

"Like hell, Sebastian. What did you do?"