Sexy Love (Sexy Series Book 4) (11 page)

Suddenly, he grabs my hips and stands again, pushing his lips against mine forcefully, ramming me backwards into the wall. Subliminally, I raise my thigh up the side of his leg, pressing the inside of my knee against his hip, desperately needing to feel him between my legs - and letting him know it.

He responds accordingly, grabbing my thigh in his strong hand and pulling it higher, roughly. It really is an excellent job that I’m flexible; he’s going for it, no holds barred. I imagine many could have had a hip out of joint by now. But for me, it’s good. Stretching is satisfying anyway, but in a carnal situation like this one, it’s downright necessary for full on intensity and indulgence. He can tug my leg out of joint any time he likes.

My skirt no longer has a role to play today; it’s crumpled around my waist, exposing my lower undergarments to Sebastian’s well hidden nether regions, and the only thing that bothers me about that, is that I want to be exposing my undergarments to his bare wood.

His kiss is still entirely voracious, his hands exploring both my naked thigh, and my active jaw. I release him and mischievously dip my hands down to his pants, unfastening the waistband.

He moans into my mouth as I lower the zipper. “Lexie, oh God, yes.” I close my eyes and continue to kiss him fervently, and I push down his pants until they fall to the floor, before sliding my fingers inside his tight underwear. The combination of his hot skin and body hair against my fingertips creates a lasting, vigorous spasm deep inside me, and I yelp, desperately.

I’m moving quickly, but in my mind, it all seems to be processing in super slow motion. Slipping his underwear down his hips, feeling more and more of that forbidden flesh, I can’t help but cry out again, needing more.

I run my fingers around to the front of the waistband and pull it out and over his hard erection so he doesn’t get caught up as I pull them past his butt. I can’t see it because my face is pre-occupied with his, but with my eyes closed, I’m picturing his thick shaft bouncing from his underwear, his hot and heavy testicles dropping as their fabric cocoon moves away.

The thought of that frustratingly arousing part of him where his delicious, rock hard stem meets the soft, wrinkled skin of his nuts sends a fast flow of arousal to the gusset of my thong. What is it about that bit? Maybe it’s because that’s the only bit that’s left in the open when a guy is buried deep inside me.
Wow. I’m horny as all hell.

“Fuck,” he cries, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist and hoisting me up, my legs automatically curling around his hips. His free hand slips between us and his fingers frenziedly pull my panties to the side, exposing my drenched and needy hot centre to his fingertips.

There’s no preparation for this, no titillating or foreplay, we’re going into this fast and lustfully, and it’s hotter than hot.

“Hold the bars,” he orders, breathlessly.

“Huh?” I ask, still immersed in the erotic moment.

“The bars, above you. Hold them.”

I look up, confused, not thinking fully, and grab two of the monkey bars, my legs tightly around his hips, and he lets go of my waist and panties to take a condom from a magical place I didn’t know about, and expertly enwraps himself. Immediately, he guides his rod to me, his other hand securing my panties to the side again.

He looks directly at my face as we make the lower body contact, as he touches me with his very tip – hot and swollen and ready. I nod - frowning, urgency overpowering my every thought.

His face is serious, he’s concentrating hard and it’s deliciously enticing, I can’t wait to see him come.

His glistening tongue escapes his mouth, brushing his upper lip as he focuses, and he pushes forward, slowly and exquisitely opening me, filling me generously.

I cry out, my head falling backwards again and he grunts animalistically as our bodies connect on the deepest level… literally – he’s further inside me than I think anyone has ever been and it feels fucking unreal. Sebastian Love is overpowering my mind, body and soul… and vagina. And I love every second of it.

“Yes!” I cry, loudly.

“Oh God, Lexie…” he moans, desperately, as he moves his hips backwards and forwards, slowly filling me for the second time. “You’re tight, baby… you’re so fucking good.”

“Oh…” I wail, loudly, becoming more and more aroused by
his
arousal.

He lets go of my panties and holds my hips firmly with both hands. “Hold on tight,” he says through gritted teeth and I nod, tightening my fingers around the unforgiving, cold metal poles above me, not even questioning why I might need to hold tightly.

He uses his strong hands to push my torso away from him just enough without losing that intimate contact, my legs loosely clinging to his waist, and then he pulls me back into him with a brute force that sees me temporarily weaken, his full length lusciously enveloped by my tightness.

“Oh God!” I cry out, surprised at the raw prurience of the position, and he repeats his movement, pushing me away from him and pulling me back forcibly. What we must look like, attached at the groin, dangling from monkey bars, shirts and blouses on, butts and legs out for all to see – it would obviously be shocking for anyone if they came in now, but I’m pushing that to the back of my mind while Sebastian is hard and strong inside me, pleasuring me so intensely.

He continues, speeding up substantially so that he’s pumping hard and fast inside me as I hold myself up, my biceps working overtime in the most satisfying way. Feeling every inch of his thick shaft moving through my wetness, sliding in and out as my narrow gulley clings tightly to everything it can get.

His balls slam against me, repeatedly, sending harsh tingles through to my clitoris, conveying a message to explode any minute.
No, no, no… you may not come, Alexia. More!

I moan continuously as he thrusts again and again, quickly winding me up to that place that I can’t return from until I let go, spinning into oblivion. And frustratingly, I’m very near. My arms can take so much more than this! I have to continue!

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come, Lex,” he moans, desperately, as he furiously thumps into me, which isn’t helping my situation one bit. The thought of him releasing deep inside me, the thought of him getting there because of me – makes it start, and I wail.

“Oh, fuck, Seb… it’s coming…”

“Yes, baby,” he shouts, ardently, in response, “come with me, I’m going to shoot so fucking deep, Lex.”

It’s my undoing. That’s it, there’s no coming back. And as I break, the words begin to flow from my mouth without any forethought whatsoever, a natural, erotic flow of whorish smut. “Yes, baby, shoot your hot juice inside me, fill me up, I’m coming so fucking hard and wet around your thick cock… fill me up!”

I wail as I peak, spasm after spasm of uncontrollable ecstasy, and he cries out too, his voice course as he thrusts so hard that I almost lose my grip on the bars.

Somehow I manage to observe his face amidst the furore; his frown intense, sweat beading on his crinkled forehead, his jaw clenched. He’s rugged and raw. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look more handsome.

“Fu-uck.” He stutters as he jolts violently against my body, dropping his head to the crook of my neck, softly kissing my overheated skin as he slows.

I moan, quietly as I come down, slowly pushing myself onto him to ease that final tingle that lingers after a strong climax.

“Ah…” he whispers, long and slow into my ear. “Lex. You…”

“Mmm.” I tilt my head to the side, my eyes closed, fully relaxed. Well, except for my aching arms, partially holding me up.

“Baby let go,” he whispers, and I tighten my legs around him as I gently release the bars, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, his sweat beginning to dampen his shirt.

He pushes me against the wall again, more gently this time, and I lower my legs to stand, his spent manhood slipping from me.

He kisses my neck again as we stand silently, embracing each other. He reaches down; I presume to deal with the condom, and slowly leans away from me.

“Lexie, wow.”

“Uh huh.” I nod, agreeing.

“I knew it’d be good, but… jeez.”

“It
was
good, Sebastian. I enjoyed it.”

He chuckles. “Yeah, er… I think I could tell.”

I smile, stepping away and pulling my skirt down my legs as he stares on. “I… um… I’m sorry for the things I said… it just kinda happens sometimes,” I say, a little embarrassed.

“Don’t be, you definitely have a way with words. Highly unexpected.” I nod and look down. “Seriously, Lexie. I love what you were saying. I love that you’re not what I expect; I love that you have surprises around every corner.”

“Well, okay,” I say, gently, brushing my hair from my face. “We should, er, we should get back.”

“Yes, let’s.”

We find our discarded clothes and dress once more, preparing to leave. Sebastian collects the wine glasses and hands me one as I take a last look around, making sure we haven’t left anything.

“One hell of a workout, huh?” he says, smiling as we walk to the door. I turn the light out and giggle, holding the door for him.

“Yes, quite.”

“I’d like to do that routine again.”

“I’m sure you would. Maybe you’ll find a nice lady to fulfil that wish for you.”

“I’ve found the lady I’d like to fulfil it. I don’t think I’d want to do that with anyone else.”

“Ah, I see,” I respond, smiling as we meander down the halls towards my apartment. “Well, we will have to see about that.”

“I very much hope we will.”

CHAPTER TEN

TUESDAY 18TH MARCH

I stir in the very early hours, it’s probably about four thirty, and I’m facing a very serene looking Sebastian love. My heart skips a beat, not because I’m having the panic attack I might usually have, waking up next to such a creature, and certainly not because I’m falling for the guy, but just… because.

I’m actually okay about what we did last night. I’m slightly shocked that I fucked a man in the gym without even
checking
to see if the doors had locks, bearing in my mind my name is not Tilly, but I’m feeling quite satisfied.

Somewhere, deep down, there
has
been a form of sexual tension between us, I’ve always vehemently denied it, but I shall now come forth as the honest woman that I always claim to be, and admit it. Somewhere inside of me, I wanted to fuck Sebastian Love. I also wanted to quite like him, and I do; I do like him, and I
do
like the fact that he’s lying next to me in my bed right now. I think I’d even go as far as to say that I think I’d like to see him again, too.

The rest of last night was a lot more sophisticated, in the end, and a lot less crude. No more disgustingly filthy words erupted from my face, thankfully, and we managed to sit and talk for a good couple of hours, joined by a couple of fantastic guests, Pinot Grigio and Sauvignon Blanc. There might have been a little kissing in the piano area… a little touching, perhaps, but I shan’t deny nor confirm either.

We decided that it wasn’t a terrible idea for Sebastian to stay at the apartment, and it wouldn’t be preposterous if he slept in my bed with me. We were extraordinarily exhausted by the time we climbed into my soft linens, so we knew there wasn’t going to be any more naughtiness, or maybe it was just because I passed out the minute my head hit the pillow… either way, we managed to keep it clean for the remainder of the evening.

As I lie here and look at his sleeping face, it’s hard to recall a time when I thought he was a lewd, egotistical bigot. He’s actually really quite nice, and very funny, too.

I check the time on my bedside clock and snuggle my torso back into the sheets, kicking them off my claustrophobic feet. It’s four, near enough my guess, and I have another two hours before I need to be up for work. I wonder, as I slip into a calming doze, how the morning will go. What should I make him for breakfast? Will we go out for breakfast before work?  Will he want a cup of coffee? Maybe he prefers tea, or juice even. Do I have juice?

~~~~~~~

His hand skims my belly as I roll onto my back, stretching as I wake. Before I open my eyes, his bearded face brushes my shoulder, those soft lips pressing against my neck.

“Mmm, good morning,” I whisper with a smile on my face, and he remains silent, exploring my early morning, sleepy body.

His hand moves from my belly to my hip, and from my hip to my pubic region, and from there…
oh.
The way his fingers slowly nuzzle into my most sensitive zone creates that buzz deep within, the promise of impending wickedness.

I’m still so tired, and my regions very much unprepared for such an early fondle, but just picturing that part of him that so easily turns me on, and acknowledging the expertise of his fingers cultivates a readiness; an arousal that invites him to continue, and indeed, progress.

“Oh,” I whisper, gently, “that feels so good, Sebastian.”

“Shh,” he responds, abruptly, almost scolding me.

“Um… okay?” I say a little louder, perturbed at his authoritative manner, letting him know I’m unhappy about it, but I’m reluctant to take it further while I’m being so delectably handled.

He clearly picks up on my tone and rectifies the situation, whispering, “Just enjoy it.”

I nod, strangely and uncharacteristically submissive, and he slowly slips his fingers further down to my entrance and gently circles, feeling my arousal. I moan and arch my back, desperate for him to satisfy me, to fill me.

He uses his other hand to pull my silk nightgown from my left breast and lowers his face, kissing and then gloriously sucking the nipple. I moan louder, my flesh prickling as his mouth smoothly manipulates the hypersensitive peak, and his fingers continue to seduce my ripe opening.

He releases my breast and moves slowly down the bed until he is crouching between my legs, pushing them further apart. The morning light through the curtains is dim, but it’s bright enough for me to be totally on display for him. And I like it.

It would be fair to say that this man has incredible oral skills, not only does his tongue seem to be able to execute some kind of clitoral somersault, he also manages to perfect his rhythm magnificently.

He has barely been down there thirty seconds and I’m writhing in discomfort, desperately trying to hold back the climax. And he seems to know where I’m at, too, because just when I think I can’t take any more, he slows and rises to his knees.

He gazes at me, there’s a look in his eyes; it’s undeniably solely sexual, their shape is more almond than usual, and the point at which the pupil meets the iris is almost blurred. If he were an animal, this would be the look of hungry determination before he pounces on his prey.
Oh God. Pounce!

He’s not being friendly; he’s not smiling, but as I notice his hand slowly move downwards to his groin, the corner of his mouth twitches ever so slightly into an aroused smirk. He might look angry or serious right now, but I can see through that. He’s enjoying every damn second.

As he takes hold of himself in his fist, I watch. His hand slowly gliding his skin backwards, exposing his end, and then slipping forwards again to partially cover it.

Watching a man touch himself like this, manipulating himself, it’s definitely something I’ve always enjoyed. It’s not something that most of the men I’ve been with have been forthcoming about doing, unless I’ve asked, and I learnt that they were always a little perturbed by my interest.

To begin with, I think it fascinated me because I wanted to be the best that I could be, pleasuring a man with my hand, so I thought, what better way to learn, than to observe the person who knows a cock better than anyone; a man. Then, it became something I found thoroughly arousing when one guy I was with became excited by
my
excitement. From then, I’ve always been keen, but never forward.

I lick my lips hungrily, my eyes firmly on his dick, and I lower my bent legs to the bed, ensuring I have the best possible view. I know he’s looking at me, and I like that he wants to see me as I watch him harden further.

He’s as stiff as a board and his end is round, hard and more than ready as he holds his hand at the base for a few seconds, his full, rigid length exposed.

My breathing deepens, my stomach rising and falling quickly with the excitement, and slowly, he edges each leg forwards at my sides, his cock still hard in his hand, crawling along my body. He doesn’t stop when he gets to my waist, and I know, immediately, what he wants.
Yes.

I look up at his face, that sexual look intensified, and I smile, his dirty eyes thrilling me fantastically.

He approaches my face, straddling my chest, and I gently wrap my hand around him, evoking his deep, remedying sigh. He releases himself, handing over the reins, as he drops his head backwards, his mouth ajar.

I’m in my element, holding him tightly and rhythmically dragging my hand back and forth around him, making sure the tip of my thumb grazes his eager juice and brushes the knot at the back of his tip.

He groans and looks down as I worship his manhood, before sloping his pelvis towards my head and stretching his arms in front of him to hold himself against the headboard. I reach out with my tongue and firmly lick the end, still caressing him with my hand.

With the other hand, I reach between his legs and cup his soft, hot ball-sack, gently tugging at the skin. “Holy fuck,” he whispers.

“Shh!” I respond, harshly, secretly smirking.

Toying with the loose skin and still squeezing his length, I lower him once again to my mouth, and cover the head with my lips as I increase my speed around him, effectively jerking him into my mouth. It sounds unromantic… in fact it really is unromantic, but it’s fucking hot, and we’re not in love, so who cares?

“Jesus, baby…” he cries, his hips rotating, gently pushing himself inside my mouth. I am okay with this, as long as he keeps it gentle; I’m not one for partaking in face fucking. But he’s careful; he’s maintaining control and staying in the shallow end.

I continue to pleasure him in this way for a few more minutes, before he finds it hard to continue without coming on my tongue, and although I’d be okay with that – he wants more.

He shuffles backwards and grabs a condom from his pants pocket at the end of the bed, and quickly slips it on. He immediately lowers his groin to mine, wasting no time, and once positioned, he pushes into me, hard and fast. I cry out and arch off the bed, relishing the way he fills me, a lot quicker than expected.

He moves smoothly, grinding deeply inside me, and it’s clear to both of us that this won’t be a long session of passionate lovemaking, but a short and intense moment of erotic satisfaction for us both. One might call it a morning wood burner, or just a quick hard screw

He looks down at me as he thrusts, concentration etched on his face, and he shakes his head. “I can’t hold out, Lex.”

I grip his buttocks with both hands and nod. “Uh huh, good, harder.” I demand, and his frown intensifies.

“You coming?” he asks, pained, and I shake my head in response. I’m enjoying this thoroughly, but his pleasure is what’s doing it for me right now.

“No, I just want to feel you come, I want to see it on your face.”

“Fuck,” he groans, slamming into me ferociously, repeatedly, and I feel his release immediately, his thickness pulsating within.

He cries out, his glazed eyes fixed on my face, and he shudders as he attempts to slowly wind down.

“Whoa,” he says, shaking his head and coming to. “That was great, thanks.” He leans down and kisses my forehead before climbing off me, quickly. He seems to be in a rush.

I remain still for a short while, watching as he moves around my room to find his clothes, feeling like I’ve just been used. But I’m probably over-thinking it. I clear my throat and sit up, straightening my nightgown. My clock tells me it’s five minutes to six; the very quick session didn’t make me late, thankfully.

Not a word is coming from the guy on a mission to get out. So I start. “Um, would you like to use the shower?”

“No, I’m good,” he says. “Thank you.” An afterthought. Am I detecting a fuck ‘n’ leave situation here? Yes, I am.

“Okay,” I say as I stand and walk to the closet. I slip my arms into the welcoming, cool silk of my gown and tie the belt into a bow, before running my fingers through my hair. I feel awkward standing here looking at him as he fumbles to get all of his clothes on.

I decide to leave, he’s acting oddly and I’m not going to stand by and observe. “Coffee?” I ask out of politeness, but I already know his answer.

“I’m good, thanks. I’m just gonna get going. Early meeting,” he yells from the bedroom as I walk, dismissively to the kitchen.

“Yeah.”

I prepare the coffee machine and take the cup from the cupboard, spoon from the drawer, and generally potter as I usually do in the morning.
Am I just being overly sensitive? Am I looking into things too much, the way some girls do after they have sex?
Who knows? Maybe Sebastian isn’t acting strangely at all; maybe it is normal to jump up straight after early morning copulation to get ready to leave. I can’t say I’ve had an awful lot of ‘casual coitus’ to know what’s what. Maybe it’s normal for a guy
not
to want to use a girl’s shower or hang around for coffee…

Maybe I expect too much friendliness from a guy after we’ve shown each other our private parts, though he wasn’t like this in Aspen, he wanted to hang around after we did those things. We didn’t have work that morning, though, so maybe that’s why.

What am I doing?
Alexia Rose Berkeley, pull yourself together, woman. Be in charge. Act like a lady and think like a boss… and all that.

I take a deep breath and finish making the coffee, agreeing with my inner-leader to take back the control. I do
not
fret about guys’ behaviour, least of all, Sebastian Love’s.

He walks towards me in the hallway as I leave the kitchen with my cup. He smiles, almost patronisingly, angering me somewhat. “Sexy Lexie, last night was incredible. We will definitely do it again.” He holds the tops of my arms and kisses my forehead again before continuing his journey to the door. “I’ll call you,” he shouts, and as if by magic – poof! He’s gone.

What an ass
.

I make a very conscious, very ‘Alexia’ decision to forget about it. I did nothing wrong, he was in a hurry to get to work and was too preoccupied to rein in his rudeness. It’s fine. I can’t forget that he’s the same Sebastian Love that I couldn’t stand, not that long ago – there was a reason for that.

It’s not a gym day today so I can get ready in relative comfort knowing that I don’t need to hurry. I turn on the shower and walk back through the bedroom to open the balcony door to let some fresh, morning air into this hot, stuffy bedroom. That unsavoury, claustrophobic sex smell hit me as soon as I re-entered the room with my coffee. I have never understood why people like that smell; it’s not remotely sexy.