Sebastian: The Complete Series (15 page)

W
e had to calm down. Things were too out of control. Robert laid me beneath him, searching my eyes for a reason, for the answer to the question which he kept asking. Why?

All I could say was the truth, I needed him. I wanted to fuck him, join with him, let him feel me like he’d been doing to me. I wanted him to spend the next few days feeling the sex we’d had.

After a shower and leaving him to think about it, he rolled me onto my back and sat astride my thighs, pulling my cock and looking down at me with his wet hair all over his face, his body still damp and smelling sexy. “It’s been a long time, Sebastian.”

“I know. I’ll be careful.”

“I want you.” He moved his arse over my cock then pushed it between those muscular cheeks of his, working my length between them and moaning for me as he pulled his cock. I pressed my thumb over his slit, rubbing it and working the tip into him. He stopped riding me and just watched me spreading his tiny hole open and playing with it, leaking and moaning for me the whole time.

“You like that, don’t you?” I pressed his slit open wider and he threw his head back, calling out my name. “I should fuck this little hole with my tongue, spread you open and lick out your insides.”

“Fuck, baby. Yes.” He crawled up me, holding his cock at my mouth, watching my tongue lick his slippery head before forcing its way into him.

I teased him, licked him, sucked him, fucked his slit, stretching and playing with him until he couldn't take it anymore and pulled away from me.

“You might not enjoy how I like being fucked,” he breathlessly groaned above me.

“Oh, I will.”

“I want something from you.”

“Whatever you want, you got it.”

He moved up by body, sitting astride my head and offered me his balls to suck. “Play with my arse.”

I grabbed his cheeks, massaging them and working my way to his hole. I groaned when I felt his tight entrance under my fingertips.

He rubbed his balls on my face, grunting as I sucked one into my mouth and ran my tongue up and down it. “That’s it, suck them, Seb.”

I collected some of the spit on my finger which was running down his balls then rubbed it over his hole. The sounds he made for me were obscene and it got me even harder than I was. I moved him off me, pushing him onto his back and spreading his legs. He lifted his hips and propped a cushion underneath his arse. His big thighs opened and his knees fell to the bed, showing off his hole. I didn’t even think about it—I fell onto him, my tongue licking his opening.

The shout I got was intense and it took me to a new height of passion for him. “Sebastian… My God, baby.”

Oh yeah, he liked being rimmed. I didn’t do it often. I’d only done it a handful of times on two people. I liked them to be clean and that meant showers, but most of the men I fucked were quick one night stands, and most of the time we weren’t even in a room. I had issues waiting to get home most times, and outside round the back of some club was god enough for the moment.

I took my time enjoying tasting him, smelling him, hearing him lose his mind above me. When I slipped in one of my slim fingers into him and licked around it, he was shuddering.

It had been so long for him, but he enjoyed it so much. He was so ready for more. I'd licked him and sucked him, fucked his hole with my tongue. He was begging for another finger by the time I lubed him up. He was ready for me, two was all he needed.

He met my gaze and threw me the condom. “Get inside me and fuck me.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

“I’m not asking, I'm telling. Fuck me now.”

“I love a pushy bottom.”

“You should, you're one.”

“Am I?” I ran the condom over me and pushed my head into him. “Robert!”

“That's it.” He lifted his hips, slipping further down my cock. “You feel so good,” he gasped out at me.

“Take it slow.”

“No.” He took my full length in one hard shove and the heat of his tight body encasing my cock made me stiffen all over.

I was paralysed with lust for him. My balls drew up and I quickly grabbed them, pulling them from my body and giving him a frown.

“Fuck me now.”

“Pushy little fucker.” I slammed into him, watching his eyes roll back into his skull. “You like it hard, huh?”

“Yes.”

I opened his thighs more, feeling the heaviness of them against me as I pounded into him, my slim body banging into his thick muscles beneath me.

I’d never fucked anyone so big, never felt so small as I topped.

His thighs were clamped around my hips as I fucked him, forcing my cock into him. He was so tight, so hot, tensing and shaking as I filled him up.

“Seb…”

“You need it harder.”

“Yes.”

“Get on your knees.” I slipped from him and he spun around, opening his legs and bending over for me.

“Get your cock in me. I need it, Seb.” His hole was slick and open, looking hot as hell as I dipped three of my fingers into him, twisting and turning them, pressing against his button and fucking him. His wails and moans were going to make me come. “I'm close, get inside me. I want to finish off around your cock.”

I exchanged my fingers for my cock and ploughed into him over and over, calling out his name as I fucked us both into oblivion. I was so hard, tense and ready to blow when I felt him climax. His body clamped around my cock, his shouts filling the room as he shot for me. He felt so good and I came hard, collapsing over him as I came into the condom.

Sleep snuck up on us both afterwards and we spent all night in each other’s arms.

When I woke to find him gazing down at me in the morning, I was shocked I'd spent all night with him again. I wanted to leave straight after the sex, and make it clear this wasn’t the
more
which he asked about the previous day, but that was all gone now, and I was still there, still in his arms, his bed, his life.

“Morning.”

I smiled up at him, moving a strand of hair from his face as I yawned. “Good morning, sexy. What time is it?”

“Eight. How do you feel?”

“Not too bad, still sleepy.”

“You woke up in the middle of the night.” The little creases on his forehead and the tightness of his lips sung concern to me.

I smiled at him, trying to ease him. “Strange room probably.” I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

Robert slid down so he was laid on his side, looking me in the eyes. I huffed a little, waiting for it to come and he chuckled. “You're
sort of
right, Seb, but that's not the whole truth.”

“Hmm.”

“Okay.” He kissed my forehead and I relaxed on him. I was still half asleep and his soft touches on my back made me begin to drift off. “Who’s Anthony?”

I stiffened against him, waking up instantly hearing that name. He reacted to me and I was on my back before I could blink. He was staring down at me with such an intense look in his eyes little shivers ran through my whole body.

“Sebastian, if he’s done anything to you that you didn’t want…” He gritted his teeth, his body shaking against me. “You could tell me.”

“I could.” I kissed him softly. “Don’t do this here. I don’t want to.”

He spun from me, jumping out of bed and pacing around the room, looking beautiful and dangerous. “He’s a client. You don’t have to say yes, I know he is. You don’t like him.”

“Not really.” I rubbed my eyes again. It was far too early and I needed tea before drama. It was a rule of mine. “Robert, just calm down.”

“What has he done to make you shout out in your sleep?”

I couldn't remember my dream and I had no idea what to say, or where to go with the conversation. “What did I say?”

He leaned over me, making me lay back in shock and cling onto the sheet as I stopped breathing. The look on his face made me afraid. “You said ‘no, don’t.’ He was forcing himself on you.” I twisted from him, but he stopped me. “Talk to me.”

“There's nothing to say.”

“There's a fucking lot to say about that, Seb.”

“Don’t do this to me, please. It’s not what you think. He didn’t rape me. He’s just a person who freaks me out. It’s what he’s like with everyone, but they’ve only had to suffer him once. I’m his first regular. Aren’t I lucky?” I pushed him away and stormed into the bathroom, locking the door and throwing cold water over my face.

“What did he do, Seb?”

I breathed out loudly, looking at my tired reflection in the mirror. I needed sleep and a few days doing nothing to just relax, but I had classes to go to in the afternoon and a date the following evening. “He's just generally a freaky type of person. If I told you he was a pathologist, would you calm down?”

Robert went silent, so I opened the door and saw him sitting on the bed, chewing on his lip. I sat beside him, resting my head on his shoulders.

“I won't be seeing him again. He didn’t rape me, but how he acts… It’s just something which makes my skin crawl. He wasn’t always this bad. He’s just opened up to me more in the last couple of dates.”

“How he touched you, you didn’t like it?”

“Not really, but it’s not because of what you think.” He looked into my eyes and I groaned. “Don’t make me sit here and tell you about the other men I see, Robert. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“What’s his surname?”

“I don’t know.”

“Which hospital does he work at?”

“I don’t know… No. York. Harriot said he came from York.”

“Okay, that’s a small place compared to most hospitals. I can check him out.”

“What! No. I don’t want you to.”

“Please, Seb, just let me make a few calls. Just for me. I don’t even have to tell you about it, I just need to know he’s okay.” He ran his finger across my cheekbone and I smiled sadly. “You're worried about him.”

“I am.” I sighed heavily and he took me in his arms. I hadn’t thought much about how Anthony touched me because it had been too painful to recall it, but being held by Robert and seeing how concerned he was brought it to the front of my mind and made me feel what I’d been hiding. I shuddered and clung onto him. “I can't see him again. Harriot wants me to, but I can't. It will get worse, I know it will.”

“I thought you didn’t, you know…”

I rubbed my face into him and he kissed me again. “I haven't. He just likes to… touch me.”

Robert tensed then moved from me, leaving my body alone and cold. “I can't bear that.” He almost whispered the words.

I held my face in my hands. “I can't do this. I have to go.”

“No, wait, please.” He held me again, kissing me and comforting me when I knew he was so angry he wanted to punch something. “Even if he is okay, I don’t want you to see him again.”

“Because he worries me or because you're jealous?”

He held me at arm’s length, looking furious. “I'm concerned about your safety.”

“And jealous.”

“Yes, I'm fucking jealous.” He stood up, grasping at his hair and turning from me. “I don’t want you to see someone like him, not when you don’t want to, and I don’t want anyone’s fucking hands on you and especially not inside you.”

“I won't be just yours. It’s only a matter of time before I move on anally with someone else.”

“No,” he growled out, quickly throwing me backwards on the bed and climbing over me. “No, Sebastian.”

"Robert, please. Let me go.”

“You can't be with anyone else.”

“I'm not yours.”

“Yes, you are. You tell me that every time we’re together.
Every time
, Sebastian. You’re mine.”

I wanted to be his, but the reality was, it wouldn’t work. Even if I wasn’t an escort, I wasn’t ready for this type of relationship.

We were in different places. I was nineteen and just starting to live my life.

He was thirty six and ready to settle down and keep his life running smoothly.

I wanted action and adventure.

“I don’t belong to anyone. I never will do. Now, get off me, please.”