Break Me (13 page)

“What do you want, baby?” He removed his cock from me completely, ran it over my sex, sending shivers through my whole body.

“Please…faster,” I demanded.

“Baby, I thought you’d never ask.”

I moaned, arching my hips for him.

He chuckled and lifted me onto my knees.

I held onto the arm of the couch and waited for him to give us the release we both needed.

He repositioned himself behind me and paused. “Ready?” he asked, his voice husky.

“Oh God. Yes.”

He growled and impaled  me so hard that my knees rose from the couch.

I gasped and moaned as he drove into me, surprised at myself that I didn’t actually scream. I held onto his wrist, panting at the deep impact. I pushed back, meeting him thrust for thrust as tingles spread through my body.

“You like it deep, baby?”

“Yes.” I moaned.

“Good, ’cause I love filling you with my cock.”

I panted, loving the way he spoke to me. His erotic words turned me on almost as if they were touching me themselves.

He moved his hips faster, and the sounds of our heavy breathing filled the room. “Oh, fuck.”

“Sebastian.” He grabbed my ponytail, pulling my head back, and covered my mouth with his. Our tongues meshed and moved as one. Our bodies moved together, and he swallowed my scream as another orgasm shattered my insides, leaving me quaking under him.

“Shiiit.” A moment later, he joined me with his own release. Slowing his hips, he kissed me one last time and removed himself from me.

I felt a sense of loss at the emptiness as I flopped back down on the couch, but it was quickly forgotten as sleepiness took over. “Don’t leave,” I said, yawning.

He kissed me on the nose, that sexy, smug grin of his splaying on his face. “As much I want to bury my cock deep in your pussy again and for the rest of the night, I don’t think Keisha would like seeing me here in the morning.”

My skin heated at his words, but I was too tired and satiated to argue.

He put my pants back on me and pulled them up to my waist, then covered me with my blanket.

I heard him do up his pants as my eyes grew heavy. I guess my questioning over him wanting me again or not was answered. Before I dozed off, a warm breath washed over my ear, followed by a light kiss. “Dream of me, little one.”

***

I woke up a couple of hours later feeling completely satisfied and happy with myself. Then I remembered why. I didn’t dream my late-night encounter with Sebastian, did I? My loins quivered and ached in response. Maybe I did.

Sitting up, I gasped. Areas of my body were sore from all of this attention that it usually didn’t get. Nope, definitely wasn’t a dream.

I did have other dreams of him though. Naughty R-rated dreams that made my skin tingle just from the memory of them.

Walking into Keisha’s kitchen, I found her coffeepot. The coffee was sitting right beside it, so luckily I didn’t have to search the whole kitchen for it.

I leaned against the counter, waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, thinking about my visit that morning from Sebastian. My emotions were scattered all over the place as I realized that I probably shouldn’t have given in to him so easily. Not like he gave me a choice really.

You’re gonna break me, aren’t you
?

Did he really say that, and what did that even mean?

I searched through the cupboards until I found a mug. I brought down two and placed them on the counter. I grabbed some milk out of the fridge when I heard a shuffling behind me. I turned to see Keisha strolling in, and I laughed. “Not a morning person, are we?”

She grumbled and made some noises that sounded like a zombie.

I laughed and poured myself some coffee. A thought occurred to me, and I really hated to ask, but I knew I had to. “Keisha…”

She held up a hand as she took her first sip of coffee. I waited as she moaned into her cup.

Turning to me, her eyes were brighter. “What’s up?”

Well, that was fast
.

Oh, crap, how was I going to ask her this?

I sighed. I was just going to ask and get it over with. “Did you hear any strange noises last night?”

She frowned. “Strange noises? No, not really. I’m a heavy sleeper, and I also sleep with music on, so I don’t usually hear anything.”

I breathed a sigh of relief and covered it by taking a sip of my coffee.

“Why do you ask?”

“Oh…I just thought I heard something. That’s all.” I went back to sipping my coffee, my cheeks heating.

“Okay.” Her eyebrows lowered as if she was seeing right through my lie.

I turned and walked to the couch. Sitting, I groaned as my sore muscles throbbed.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Oh, my body’s stiff apparently. The couch isn’t the comfiest. I didn’t sleep well.” I was such a bad liar.

“Ah.” Yup, she could definitely see right through me.

I leaned forward and placed my coffee on the table. 

“Why is the door unlocked?”

My eyes widened and I gasped, which then turned into me choking.

“Are you okay?”

I nodded, clearing my throat. Well, that seemed to distract her from the door being unlocked. I grabbed my phone and went to the last message I got from Sebastian. I typed up a quick text reading
Next time, make sure you lock the door, ass,
and I hit Send.

Maybe then he would think about coming to me in the middle of the night and actually call first.

After our coffees and some much needed girl talk, I left and headed for home, needing to get ready for our day of shopping.

As I walked, my muscles tightened and strained against the movement. Memories of my early morning visitor flashed in my head, and warm tingles spread over my skin.

Oh, what I wouldn’t give for another visit like that, and soon.

Chapter 14

A couple of weeks had passed since I’d heard from Sebastian or even Jose for that matter. No phone calls, no late night visitors, Sebastian didn’t even show up at the coffee shop. I started to really miss him.

Work was going really well, but the way I was going, it would take forever to pay off my school loans.

It now being the weekend, I decided to stay in and do absolutely nothing, but I was missing something. Since the last time I saw Sebastian, he’d been in every single one of my dreams. Coming to me in the middle of the night, having his way with me, and then leaving right after. I always woke achy and sore for him. Every time I walked past my phone, I picked it up to text him but then quickly decided against it, not wanting to seem in the least bit desperate. But I was desperate for him. I needed him like I needed air to breathe.

Sighing, I grabbed my phone from the table and scrolled to Sebastian’s name. I typed up a text.
Call me.

My thumb hovered over the Send key. Did it sound desperate? I sighed deeply and hit Send anyway. Would he actually call me or just show up? My loins quivered at that thought. Ah, yes, my body had missed him too, apparently.

Now that I thought about it, he never even responded to my text the morning after the last time I saw him. I frowned at that, and anxiety swirled in my belly. I really hoped everything was okay.

Keeping busy with work had helped distract me from thoughts of Sebastian…somewhat, but not enough. My coworkers were also nice, and my boss treated me well, and it came with benefits.

Keisha and I had regular coffee dates, and I occasionally saw Brett. We would just say hi in passing, but since our fight, I decided to stay away from him for a while.

Keisha would keep me up to date on the club and how he was doing when I asked, but other than that, she wouldn’t mention him.

I knew that I would have to face him sooner rather than later and get this argument settled between us, but right then I wanted nothing to do with him.

I grabbed the channel changer and put down my book, lying back on my couch. My phone rang, and I saw that it was Sebastian calling me. My pussy clenched with desire at just reading his name on my phone. I bit back a groan.

I didn’t think he’d actually call me. I really should have learned to never underestimate him. Picking up my phone, I swiped across the screen and placed it to my ear. “Hello?”

“Oh, I have definitely missed the sound of your voice, little one.”

“Sebastian.” I said. I closed my eyes as the chocolaty smoothness of his deep voice washed over me.

“Mmm…and I’ve missed the sound of you breathing my name.”

My loins ached for him. “It’s just you, baby. You’re the only man I’ve ever breathed his name for.”

“Then those men didn’t know what they were doing.” 

I laughed. “No, but you definitely do.”

“I do,” he said, sounding smug.

“Are you okay though?” I asked, concern for him filling my voice. I was shocked at how much I was worried for his safety. I’m sure he could take Jose on his own, but that man scared me. He was downright evil.

“What do you mean?”

“I haven’t heard from you in weeks,” I replied, my cheeks heating at how much I sounded like a nag.

He sighed. “Yeah, business has had some minor fuckups.”

I frowned, lying back on the couch. “Okay. I just wanted to make sure you were all right.”

“Is that the only reason why you wanted me to call you?”

I chewed on my bottom lip. “Well, no, but that was the main reason.”

“What was the other reason, little one?” He said, his voice lowering.

My heart sped up. “I was going to ask you if you wanted to come over.”

“I always want to come over, baby.”

I smiled. “Good, ’cause my door is always open to you.”

“I like the sound of that. Where are you?”

“I’m at home,” I answered, turning to the TV.

“Oh? What are you doing?” His voice lowered.

“I was watching TV, but now I’m talking to you.”

“Sounds fun.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah, tons.”

He chuckled. “What are you watching?”

“Adult cartoons.”

“Adult cartoons?” he asked, sounding disappointed.

I laughed. “Were you hoping I’d say porn?”

“Well, yeah.”

I smiled, feeling brazen. “Why do I need to watch porn when I have you?”

“Oh, little one, you read my fucking mind. Are you sure you want me to come over?” he teased.

My heart sped up. “Yes, please.”

“Would you like that, little one?”

I took a deep breath and sighed. “Oh, yes.”

“Good. Unlock your door.” And with that, he hung up.

I frowned and threw my phone on the table. I really needed to teach that man some phone etiquette.

Standing from the couch, I walked to my apartment door and unlocked it, smiling to myself when I saw the broken security chain.

*** 

I woke to late night TV awhile later. Gotta love those adult cartoons. Lying on my couch, I realized that I must have fallen asleep.

Rolling onto my back, I frowned. Sebastian never came over. Disappointment washed over me, and I was surprised at how much I missed him.

My apartment was completely dark except for the glow coming from the TV.

A moment later, the hair on my arms stood on end as I felt eyes wandering over me. My heart sped up as excitement flew through me. “I know you’re there, Sebastian.”

A deep chuckle came from the kitchen. “Really? Then why don’t you come and find me.”

My stomach flip-flopped and excitement grew inside me. Shivers ran down my spine. I feigned boredom and pretended to yawn. “Please, these cartoons are way more entertaining.”

“Is that so?” His voice was deep and sultry.

I giggled and looked toward the kitchen but couldn’t see him at all in the darkness. Placing one arm above my head, I sighed. Feeling a moment of bravery, I bent my legs, took a deep breath, and then spread them apart.

I smiled when I heard an intake of breath from somewhere in the dark kitchen. Knowing he could see all of me, I ran a hand up my inner thigh until I reached my core. Pausing, I waited. “You know, it’s kind of lonely over here.”

There was no response.

“Okay, guess I’m going to have to take care of this myself then.” I called out. Placing my other hand on my inner thigh, I brought my finger up to my mouth and inserted it between my lips, slowly sucking on it. Releasing it with a pop, I ran it down my stomach, igniting shivers down my spine. Squeezing my thigh, I smoothed my finger through my wet folds, making myself gasp as I touched the sensitive nub. I bit my bottom lip and closed my eyes as I flicked my clit. Arching my hips, I moaned.

“Make yourself come for me, baby.”

My eyes snapped open, and I saw Sebastian standing at the end of the couch. I reached out to him. “Touch me,” I begged.

He shook his head, looking down at my hand between my legs. “Come for me.”

I groaned and rubbed my clit harder.

“That’s it, little one. Make yourself wet for me.”

I cried out as tingles spread through my body, and I inserted a finger in my core.

“Are you wet for me?” he said, the words smooth as a purr.

“Yes.”

“Use two hands,” he demanded.

As I thrust my finger in me, I rubbed my clit with my other hand.

“Are you thinking of me?” His voice lowered as he watched me pleasure myself.

“Always.” I panted, imagining it was him pleasuring me. Feeling his rough hands on my body. How could I not be thinking about him when he was right there? A couple of feet away from me. Knowing that he wouldn’t touch me yet made the anticipation build up quickly.

“Do you want me to fuck you, little one?”

I squeezed my eyes shut as ecstasy traveled through my body. “Yes, please...”

“Come first. Scream my name, baby,” he demanded, his voice firm.

A moment later, I screamed his name as an orgasm erupted from my insides, almost breaking me in two. After the tremors left my body, I lay there panting, watching Sebastian watch me with those beautiful dark eyes of his.

He then walked around to my side and grabbed my hands, but not before I noticed the very large bulge in his pants. Looked like someone else enjoyed that almost as much as I did.