Possessed (16 page)

She
wasn’t ready to let him go yet. She stroked the strong muscles of his back and
ran her foot down the back of his leg. Sebastian remained still and allowed her
to explore him. He groaned as her hand curved over his buttocks and squeezed,
hauling her up against his erection.

“I
can only take so much.”

“I
know. I’ll stop.” She kissed his neck, licked him, and nibbled his ear.

“Before
or after you drive me insane?”

Reaching
between their bodies, she cupped his erection. She stroked him firmly.
Sebastian shuddered and groaned her name. During their previous encounters,
she’d never had much opportunity to explore his body. She longed to do so now. Wetting
her lips, she whispered, “I liked kissing you here.” She ran her thumb over the
head of his cock.

“That’s
it.” He took over. Yanking her hand off his penis, he rolled them over and slid
easily between her thighs. His mouth covered hers in a hungry kiss that had her
moaning in pleasure and arching her back to assuage the ache in her stiff
nipples. She sucked his tongue as she gripped handfuls of his long hair. It felt
like cool silk in her fingers.

He
cupped her breasts in his hands, his thumbs teasing the puckered tips. He broke
their kiss to move down and nibble them through her top. She needed more.
Urgent to feel his mouth on her skin, she pulled the shirt over her head and
flung it from the bed. Sebastian circled her nipple with his tongue, flicking
the hard nub before suckling. He continued to tug the other nipple between his
thumb and forefinger. Each pull on her nipples sent molten heat straight to her
pussy. Keva threw her head back and arched her hips into his. His cock was
nestled right where she needed him. As he feasted on her breasts, he thrust
against her in little jerks that she wasn’t sure if he was aware of. But she
loved it.

Sebastian
kissed his way down her abdomen. He worked her pajama bottoms and panties off.
They went sailing in the same direction as her top. He pressed his mouth to her
knee and trailed his lips to her center where she was embarrassingly wet for
him. Parting her lips, he gave her pussy several teasing licks before devouring
her. Keva bolted upright as he fed off her as though he were ravenous. She’d
never had a man enjoy eating her so much. And he was enjoying himself. His
rough groans turned her on almost as much as his tongue diving into her pussy.

She
was close to coming when he stopped. He raised himself and pushed down his
pants and briefs. Working the tip of his erection through her moist folds, his
eyes met hers. The head of his cock lodged in her pussy. He used gentle
pressure to push against her. “Keva, tell me you want this. I can still stop.”

“No.”
She shook her head. She’d go mad if he stopped. “I want you.” She welcomed him
with open arms. With a groan, Sebastian sank into her. She gasped as he
stretched her with his turgid length. He pulled back, thrusting again,
deepening his possession of her. “Oh, Sebastian.”

He
buried his face in her neck as he began to drive into her hard and deep. Her
nails dug into his back. He grunted, but he didn’t stop. She wrapped her legs
around his trim waist and lifted herself into his thrust.

“I
could’ve spent all night eating your pussy, you taste that good, but I want to
feel you come around my cock, want to feel you coming so hard,” he breathed
into her neck. Cupping her buttocks in his hands, he pounded into her. Her
impassioned cries only spurred him on.

In
the part of her brain that was still functioning, Keva was surprised at the
rough fucking he was giving her. She’d expected him to be gentler when he
wasn’t experiencing a psychic overload. Not that she minded. Each hard twist of
his hips was ecstasy. His thick cock stroked her walls, giving her unparalleled
pleasure.

“Oh,
God,” she cried, on the cusp of an orgasm. “Oh, Sebastian!” She threw her head
back and arched her spine as her climax rolled over her. Her pussy clamped down
over his plunging cock, her nipples tightened even further, and her toes
curled. “Oh, God, I love you! I love you! I love you!”

Sebastian
grunted and fucked her harder, his hips slamming into hers over and over,
causing her orgasm to heighten to agonizing proportions. He closed his arms
about her and shuddered as he filled her with his seed. Keva felt a second
mental explosion as he poured psychic power into her. Her body bucked at the
unexpected jolt. She screamed from the intimacy, the beauty of it. And suddenly
she could see into Sebastian. They were one person. She knew his thoughts and
his feelings. She knew how deeply he loved her, how he had for some time, and
how he would for the rest of their lives.

“Why?
Why did you do that?” she asked as her breathing calmed.

He
pulled back so that their foreheads were almost touching. “Because you had to
know for sure. I can say I love you. For a few weeks, I can be considerate and
kind. But now you know.” He kissed the tip of her nose and her lips. “I love
you, Keva.”

An
annoying ringing disrupted Keva’s cozy, warm sleep. She clung to the dream
world with both hands, but it was no use. The grating noise continued until she
was forced to wake. Sebastian shifted beneath her. “Hello?” His voice was deep
and gravelly and so sexy. Keva smiled.

“She’s
here. Hold on a second.” He pressed the receiver into her hand. “The phone’s
for you.”

She
sat up. “Hello?”

“Was
that who I think it was? Please tell me that that man is not in your house, in
your bed.”

Keva
squinted at the decorative clock on her wall. It was barely eight on a Saturday
morning. “Lily, why are you calling me so early?”

“I
called to invite you to go shopping for an outfit for church tomorrow, but it
seems that you are otherwise occupied. I can’t believe you’re sleeping with him
after I specifically warned you about his type. He’s a loser and a user.”

She
closed her eyes. “No lectures before noon,” she said.

“I’m
being serious!”

Keva
bit back a sharp retort. Lily would never change. The only way to prove her
wrong would be to actually do it. Nothing she said in support of Sebastian was
likely to change her mind about him. Only time would do that. “I’ll go shopping
for a dress with Sebastian, but thanks for the offer.” Their minister had said
multiple times that it was fine for them to come as they were, but her mom was
traditional. Keva would never hear the end of it if she attended church in
slacks. “While we’re at it, he can pick up a suit.” She sent him a questioning
look because she wasn’t sure if he owned a suit.

He
gave her a nod and slid out of bed. “I’m going to go shower,” he whispered.

“Is
he going to buy a suit, or do you mean you’re going to buy him a suit? Once he
starts leaching off you, he’ll never stop.”

Keva
rolled her eyes. Her sister’s comments were an insult to Sebastian’s character.
It was also a slap to her pride. Did Lily really find it unfathomable that she
could interest a handsome man like Sebastian? “Oh, my God, Lily, I’m not rich.
If he were after money, he could do so much better.”

“Honey,
to a homeless man, you are rich.”

“He’s
not homeless.”

“Oh,
yeah? Why’s he living with you?”

“Because
he wants to.”

“Hmph.”

Keva
could see this was getting her nowhere. “I should go. I’ll see you tomorrow at
church.” She disconnected before Lily could argue. What an awful way to begin
her morning. Last night had been so wonderful. Lily’s call was a mood killer
for sure.

Sebastian
had talked about buying a house and starting a business. So far, he’d made no
steps toward doing either. She hesitated to bring it up to him, but if they
were going to start a future together, she wouldn’t go into this blind. Not
that she cared if he was poor, but she needed to know what she was getting up
front.

Sebastian
exited the bathroom in only a towel, emptying her mind of anything but his
slick, toned body. His wet curls hung in spirals about his broad shoulders. It
was the only soft thing about him. If anything, it emphasized the masculinity
of the rest of him. His stomach was flat and hard, his legs muscular and toned.
“You’re beautiful,” she blurted.

He
chuckled. “Thank you.”

She
bounded out of bed. Latching onto his towel, she backed him into the bathroom.
“Shower with me?”

He
grinned wickedly. “But what would I do? I’ve already had a shower.”

“We’ll
think of something.” He kissed her as his towel hit the tiled floor.

****

Attending
church always made Keva feel like a bad Christian. She had a short attention
span and within an hour, she was ready to leave. Unfortunately, the average
length of services at their church was two and a half hours. She kept glancing
at Sebastian to see if he was as antsy as she was. He appeared alternately to
be absorbed or confused by the events taking place around him. He’d never been
to an African American Baptist church before. She sighed. At least he wasn’t
falling asleep like some of the older parishioners. Near the front of the
church, Deacon Sutton’s head bobbed, causing light to glint off his balding
scalp. Keva estimated him to be about ninety. A few of his fellow deacons’
heads bobbed in unison and she had to look away to keep from laughing during
the sermon.

After
services were over, members tended to linger and talk. People were naturally
curious about Sebastian as she’d never brought a man to church with her before.
And being white, he stood out. Keva greeted people even as she made her way
inexorably toward the door, making sure to keep Sebastian in tow.

“So
what did you think?” she asked once they had made it back to her car. She put
the car in drive but waited for him to buckle up before easing out of her
parking space.

“It
was interesting. A bit chaotic at times. My parents didn’t attend church much,
but when they did, it was nothing like this.”

They
drove back to the townhouse to pick up the tea they’d prepared for the Sunday
dinner at her mother’s house. When they arrived, they were greeted by Kevin’s
wife Lecretia. “I’m sorry, Keva. I tried to talk Lily out of it.”

Keva
frowned. “What are you—”

“Keva,
come into the den.” Lily latched onto her arm and steered her away from the
door. Keva glanced over her shoulder at Sebastian as she was tugged behind
Lily. “Oh, Sebastian, you can take those into the kitchen,” Lily called.

“What’s
going on? Where’s the fire?” She hung back, making Lily really work to keep her
moving.

“I
thought you needed saving from yourself,” she whispered.

Keva
frowned at the odd explanation. In the den, Kevin and Jackson talked with a
third man. Understanding dawned when she saw his profile. “You didn’t!”

Anthony
turned at the sound of her voice. He smiled and stood when he saw her. “Keva,
wow, you look fantastic. How long has it been?”

“High
school graduation,” she estimated. Anthony had aged well. His face was broader
and manlier than when she last saw him. There was a bit of gray mixed in with
his short-cropped hair, but it didn’t detract from his handsomeness.

“It’s
been too long,” he said, his eyes roving over her figure. “Way too long.”

Lily
grinned at her and nudged her with her elbow. Keva shot her a glare. “Keva,
Anthony was just telling us about how he recently had to expand his
restaurant’s dining room. I ate there last week and the place was packed.”

Anthony
laughed and his chest puffed up with pride. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking of
opening a second place across town.”

“That’s
great. I’ll have to visit.”

“You
do that. It’s the best Southern cooking you’ll find outside of your mama’s
kitchen. If you let me know ahead of time, I’ll make sure you get a free
dessert.”

“How
about tomorrow night?” Lily asked. “I’ll come with you, Keva.”

“Lil,
hon, we’re supposed to—”

“Not
now, Jackson,” Lily said, hushing her husband.

Keva
could guess her sister’s plan. At some point, she planned to abandon her alone
with Anthony and hope that romance would ensue. But not only did she have no
interest in eating at a restaurant that specialized in home cooking that she
could easily prepare to her taste at home, she had absolutely no interest in
Anthony. “Thanks for the offer, Lil, but I’ve got plans.”

“Nothing
you can’t break, I’m sure.”

Keva
shrugged. “I don’t really like going out on Monday nights. It’s the start of
the workweek and Mondays are always the worst. Trust me; you don’t want to talk
to me after a day of arguing with people over a bill.” Her job was depressing,
and she hated it more each day. Pressuring sick people and their families for
payment grated against her morals. And when she wasn’t harassing ill patients,
she was pushing paper. It was a mind-numbingly dull job.

“Dinner’s
ready,” her mother announced as she joined then in the den.