Break Me (18 page)

Raising an eyebrow, he watched me take off my bra completely.

I licked my tingling lips and ran my hands down my chest, massaging and kneading my breasts for him.

His eyes followed my movements, nostrils flaring as my thumbs lingered over my nipples.

Reaching my jeans, I looked down to undo them when he grabbed my wrists. I pushed his hands away and grabbed his belt. Cupping his erection, I squeezed probably harder than I should have, but when he bucked against my hand, I did it again.

“Again.” He groaned. Looked like I wasn’t the only one who liked a little pain with the pleasure. Squeezing him again, I kissed his chest, grazing my tongue lightly over his pierced nipple.

Pushing my hands away, he grabbed the waistband of my jeans and ripped them open, the button popping off.

I held tightly onto the dresser as he lifted me. He pulled the jeans off me one leg at a time. When they were off completely, he grabbed hold of my foot and kissed his way up to my calf as he moved to his knees.

A giggle escaped my lips at the ticklish feeling, and I lightly kicked him, pushing him away.

An evil glint flashed in his eyes, and I gasped when he reached my thigh and lightly nibbled.

I looked down at him as he knelt between my legs. Rising on his knees, he placed his hands on my waist and gripped the side of my panties.

Wrapping my legs around him and keeping my hands on either side of me, I licked and nibbled his bottom lip. His eyes darkened and his lips parted. I smiled when a deep rumble came from his chest.

“Lean back, little one,” he whispered against my mouth. “I want to eat your pussy.”

My breath caught in my throat at his words, my sex throbbing with anticipation. I looked down at him and he smirked.

Leaning back against the cool mirror, I gasped when my panties were ripped off and cried out when his mouth covered my core. Gripping his hair in my hands, I moaned and writhed under him as his tongue penetrated me. “Sebastian,” I cried out harder as my muscles clenched and twitched.

His hands moved to my thighs, holding me in place, spreading me wider for him. He moaned against my mound, sending vibrations through my sex. A moment later he lifted his head and licked his lips. “God, I fucking love the way you taste.”

“Don’t stop.” I breathed, a sheen of sweat coating my skin.

“Oh, baby, I don’t plan on it.” Two fingers entered me, and I moaned at the fullness of them. His tongue and thumb circled my clit, and his gaze locked with mine.

Panting, I watched him devour me. I bucked under him and tugged his hair, pulling him against me. Gripping the dresser, I slowly moved my hips up and down against his mouth.

His tongue licked up the sides of my labia before closing over the hardened nub. A deep groan sounded from him as he pressed harder against my clit, spreading tingles through my body. “Come for me, baby.”

“Sebastian.” I shook under him.

“That’s it.” His fingers thrust in me faster. “Come for me, little one.”

I screamed as an orgasm erupted from my core, leaving me quaking under him.

“I love the sounds you make when you come.” I whimpered as he gave one last lick. He lifted his head and then kissed my inner thigh. Grabbing me around the waist, he lifted me off the dresser. “Did you like that, little one?”

Shivers ran down my body as his stubble caressed my shoulder. “Yes.”

“Do you want more?”

I swallowed. “Please…yes.”

He chuckled. “Good.” He covered my lips with his, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

Tasting me on him sent my heart aflutter. I heard a belt buckle clinking and then a zipper lowering, making my skin and sex throb with anticipation. I looked down between us and saw his hand wrapped around his cock. My gaze followed, and my skin heated as he stroked himself. Licking my lips, I watched the involuntary bead slip out the top of the head.

“Do you like watching me touch myself, little one?” His large hand moved from the tip slowly down to the base.

My breathing picked up as I stared at him pleasuring himself. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tightened my legs around his hips. “Sebastian.”

He set me on my feet and turned me around. "Is there something you want?” he asked, running a hand down my spine, shivers following in its path.

I moaned, arching against his touch.

Lightly swatting my ass, he ran his cock over my core, moving the wetness over me. Spreading my legs, he softly bit my shoulder. Our gazes met in the reflection of my mirror. Seeing him standing behind me, wanting me as bad I wanted him, turned me on to the point of breaking. “What do you want, baby?”

“Fuck me,” I demanded.

“Music to my ears.” He growled and thrust his cock into me, his gaze not leaving mine.

I cried out as he filled me to the brim and held on to my dresser.

He paused, his hands tightening on my hips as his fingers dug in. “I’m sorry, little one, but I’m going to fuck you hard and fast now.”

“Please,” I begged.

Grunting, he pulled out of me and thrust back into me hard, lifting me off the floor. His hands squeezed my hips, surely leaving bruises, but I reveled in the fact he lost control with me.

I cried out as he pounded into me, fucking me against my dresser.

Fisting my hair, he turned my head, covering my mouth with his. The passion and the intensity of his thrusts burst into me as his tongue penetrated my lips. His hips moved faster and harder, his fingers digging into my skin. He tightened his hold on my hips as he impaled me, the mirror banging against the wall.

Our mouths continued to move together as he consumed me completely. Left me utterly breathless.

Chapter 20

Releasing my mouth, he looked down at me, eyes blazing as he continued to thrust in me. Leaning down, he licked up my neck and gently bit my chin.

“Sebastian.” I closed my eyes and pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“You are so fucking beautiful.”

My breath caught at his words, and I moaned when his lips grazed over my mouth.

His hands moved to my ass and squeezed as he thrust into me. “I can’t get enough of you, little one. I can feel you in my bones.”

My heart sped up. Watching him take me against my dresser in the reflection of my mirror was intense and powerful. His muscles strained over his bones as he controlled his movements. “I can’t get enough of you either,” I whispered.

Our gazes locked. “Yeah?”

I smiled and chewed my bottom lip as each thrust ignited shivers through my body. “Yeah.”

“And why’s that, baby?” He asked, slowing his hips.

“Please…don’t stop.” I whimpered. “I…I need…”

A mischievous grin took shape on his face as he removed himself from me completely. Turning me, he lifted me in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist.

I tightened my hold on him as he walked us to the edge of the bed. His features were strong, controlled, and even though he had tested my patience for the last couple of weeks, I realized that I did in fact love him, and it wasn’t just a physical connection we had. Most women probably wouldn’t have lasted as long as I did, but I was drawn to him. I couldn’t get enough of him. He possessed my thoughts, my dreams. Taking control of my waking desires.

Sitting on the bed, he slowly lowered me back onto his cock, making shivers run down my spine. “Is there a reason you can’t get enough of me?” he teased.

“Yeah. You make me feel good.” Riding him slowly, I ran my hands down his chest, lightly grazing my fingers over the multiple tattoos and scars. His muscles twitched and moved slightly under my touch. Rubbing my thumb over his nipple, I smiled when his breath caught. Looked like they were as sensitive as mine were. Licking my lips, I wanted to taste them. To taste the cool metal of the barbell between my lips mixed with the soft skin of the permanently hard nub.

Following my movements, he pinched my nipple with his fingers, making a hiss leave my lips. My pussy clenched at the sharp but pleasurable pain. “I think you would look hot with your nipples pierced.”

My eyes widened, liquid heat pooling in my groin at the thought.

He smirked. “Or maybe something else would look just as good.”

Images flew through my mind at his suggestion, but I wasn’t sure what exactly he meant.

Leaning his head down, he took a hardened nub in between his lips while keeping his gaze on mine. “Something that wouldn’t pierce but would be just as hot.”

“Like what?” A glint of something flashed through his eyes, but I couldn’t make out what it meant. He didn’t answer my question, and it left me wanting more. I wanted to know what he wanted to do to me, and him not telling me right away made the anticipation of not knowing all the more hot and wonderful. 

“You’ll see in time” was all he said.

“Okay.” My breathing picked up at the mention of future encounters with him. I smiled. Should I tell him? “Why can’t you get enough of me, Sebastian?” I asked instead. I clenched around him and his breath caught.

“Fuck.” His fingers dug into my ass, shivers running through his body.

“Why?” I asked again, snickering and moving my hips against him, riding him. I grabbed his chin, following the same move that he always made on me, and covered his mouth with mine. Biting his bottom lip before thrusting my tongue into his mouth, I loved the way he groaned and tightened the hand on the back of my neck, deepening the kiss. I moved against him, bringing us both to ecstasy.

“Faster, baby.” He grunted.

I panted, lifting and lowering myself on him as I rode him, giving us both the release that we desired and craved.

“Fuck. Me.” He groaned.

I grinned. “Oh, baby, I am. I so am.”

“Oh, yes you are, aren’t you?” His other hand squeezed my ass, and holding onto my hips, he lowered us both to the floor. His head fell back, resting against the bed.

Running my hands down his sweat-glistened chest, I grazed my teeth over his stubble-shaded jaw and licked down his neck.

My head was yanked back, and Sebastian’s tongue entered my mouth.

I jumped when his finger pushed against my clit, and I cried out against his mouth.

“Come again for me, baby.” His finger pushed and rubbed harder against the nub.

“Oh, Sebastian.” I screamed against his mouth as an intense explosion erupted inside of me.

A moment later, Sebastian moaned, shaking under me as he felt his own release.

Removing my mouth from his, I stopped moving and looked down at him. Running my hand down his cheek, I rested my head against his shoulder. The erratic beating of my heart slowed to a steady rhythm, and I sighed.

“What happened today?” I lifted my head and ran a hand over the dark bruising on his cheek.

He tensed under me. “How do you know something happened?”

“You have bruises, and your eye is puffy.” I ran my thumb over his lips. “And your lip is swollen.” Leaning down, I placed a soft kiss on his mouth. “And when you got here, you were upset.”

“I wasn’t upset.”

I raised an eyebrow. Clearly it was going to be harder to get answers from him than I thought.

He rolled his eyes and brought his knees up to his chest with me still sitting on his lap. “Fine, yes, I was upset, but I feel better now.”

Leaning against his knees, I smiled, knowing that I had helped him feel better. “So what happened?”

He sighed and ran a hand down my back. “Jose and I had a disagreement.”

I frowned. More like he had a disagreement with Jose’s fist. “What was your disagreement about?”

“It’s not important.”

“Sebastian. It obviously was important enough for him to punch you in the face.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Fine.” I huffed. “I know something is going on with you two and Brett, but I honestly don’t really give a shit about that right now.”

His eye brow rose in warning. “Little one.”

I continued and braced myself for his reaction. “What I care about is what Jose said to me today.”

His gaze flicked to mine, his demeanor tensing. “What did he say to you?”

Swallowing past the dry lump in my throat, I sighed. “He said that if he has it his way, you and I will not be together.”

“Fuck.”

“Brett also told me that you were leaving the city.”

His gaze snapped to mine.

I looked down and ran my hands over his chest. Tracing small circles around his pierced nipple, I took a deep breath and went on. “He said that you were leaving because you love me.”

His breath caught, and he grabbed my hand. Bringing it up to his lips, he kissed my knuckles. “Look at me, little one.”

My heart beat erratically against my chest at the thought of never seeing Sebastian again. I fell for him hard and fast probably from the very first moment I laid eyes on him.

“I said
look at me
.” The commanding tone of his voice sent shivers over my skin, and my eyes instinctively responded to his tone. Affection and adoration swam through his gaze as his dark eyes bored into mine.

Moments went by where neither of us said anything to each other, and anxiety swirled around in my belly at being told that Brett was full of shit.

“Little one. How do you think I feel about you?” His gaze didn’t leave mine, and I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to. The intense stare froze me in place.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I sighed. “I…I’m not sure.”

“You’re not sure?” he repeated.

“Well, I know you care about me, and I know you said that there’s no one else you want, but…” I looked away that time and moved to get off of him.

“But what?” He grabbed my hips, stopping me.

I sighed. “I don’t know, Sebastian. I never thought of it until Brett said something and then Jose asked if I loved…” My breath caught at my outburst, and my cheeks heated.

Pinching my chin, he placed a soft kiss on my mouth. “I don’t care about that. I just want to know how you feel about me. Tell me. Do
you
love
me
, little one?”

“I…” Words caught on my tongue. I did love him, but could I say it aloud?

He kissed my jaw. “Because…” He then moved to my ear. “…I…”