Part 11 (1/2)

”I'm sorry, baby. That's rough.”

”Yeah, I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'll see you in the morning, okay?” I told him.

”Okay, baby. I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well.” Sebastian said before hanging up.

I didn't waste any time. I just dropped the phone on the bed beside me, grabbed the end of the comforter, and threw it over my body, only managing to cover half of myself.

That was enough.

I didn't have the energy, or inclination, for anything else.

I felt my body being moved, placed under the covers correctly. Then a warm, male body slid into the bed beside me, pulling me close to his chest.

I managed to crack one eye open to see the blinking numbers of the clock that read 12:23 A.M. Then I wrapped my own fingers around Sebastian's thick wrists and pulled him closer.

”Thank you.” I whispered into the darkness.

His answer was to kiss my head and whisper, ”Go back to sleep.”

Chapter 11.

Don't fall in love with men and their devil p.e.n.i.s magic.

-Note to self Baylee A hard body was plastered up against my back. A very hard body.

My eyes opened warily, and I stared down at the hand that was resting on the inside of my thigh. It was a big hand. At least twice the size of my own. I'd woken up to this particular hand only once before, and that one time was enough to make my crave more.

Turning carefully in Sebastian's muscular arms, I stared up at the man that made my heart race and my stomach flutter.

He was still sleeping, which was to be expected since he didn't get off s.h.i.+ft until eleven last night. The man had a soft heart, as I was beginning to see, and worried about me having bad s.h.i.+fts.

Two weeks ago, when I 'd woken up at his house with him wrapped around me, almost exactly like now, I 'd freaked out because I didn't recognize the room I was in. However, after explaining what had happened with the fire, and that I had been so tired, he'd explained that he'd decided to take me to his home. I had told him where to find my spare key in case anything like that happened again.

Knowing me, it would. I could sleep anywhere.

So he'd used my key to get in here last night, and being the gentleman he was, only cuddled with me to make me feel better.

I, on the other hand, was tired of just cuddling.

A soft snore came out of his mouth, making me focus on his mouth and lips. He had a scar bisecting his lip at the bottom, giving him an edgy look. His nose was straight, even though he'd said that it'd been broken three separate times. His eyes were closed, with his large dark lashes laying in half-moons against his cheeks.

Then I started taking in the details on his lower half.

We weren't covered with a blanket, which was the reason I'd woken up. Upon closer examination, I saw that the blanket seemed to be on the floor. Along with a pile of his boots, uniformed s.h.i.+rt and pants, as well as his leather jacket.

Looking at his chest, I saw his dog tag chain, and a.s.sumed the tags themselves had fallen behind his back, since I didn't see them. My eyes ran down from his well-defined pecs, with their dusty brown nipples, to the ridged abdomen that, even in sleep, looked like perfection.

The scar that ran from armpit to elbow looked mean and raw, still a deep purple, and probably always would be. I couldn't see his appendectomy scar, but knew that one had healed much better than this scar.

Then my gaze lit on his boxers. Or boxer briefs. They were black with lime green stripes running horizontally, and the edging around his c.o.c.k that allowed for easy access, was accented in a teal blue.

I could clearly see the perfect outline of the head of his c.o.c.k, and the long ridged column leaning to one side with the bulge of his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es nestled between his legs.

My fingers itched to touch him.

Then I thought...why not?

Getting up as quietly as I could, I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and then searched quietly through my drawers for something I hadn't needed for nearly a year.

Coming up empty, I tiptoed to Sebastian's pile of clothes, fished out his wallet, and found one lone condom in the money portion of his wallet.

Thank G.o.d.

Tossing it on the bedside table, I divested myself of my underwear, bra, and tank top, picked up the comforter off the floor, and laid down carefully. Once I was sure he wouldn't wake up, I gently pulled until he was on his back.

Getting on my knees, beside his torso facing his feet, I slowly started to work his c.o.c.k out of the access panel in front, and gasped when I saw the I sheer size of it, even when he was nearly soft.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the man was the size of my ex when he wasn't the least bit hard. What the h.e.l.l would he look like when he was?

Then I got my answer.

Slowly, his c.o.c.k began to rise, and when I felt his large, warm palm on my knee that was planted on the bed travel up, up, and up some more, I knew he was well and truly awake.

I hadn't intended for him to be asleep when I got down to business; it was good that he was awake. I had plans.

When his hand reached the top of my thigh, I felt his large thumb sweep over the outer lips of my l.a.b.i.a, and s.h.i.+vered.

Needing more, I took the plunge, and straddled his big chest until my face was clearly in line with his ever-growing c.o.c.k, and my v.a.g.i.n.a was on presentation for his viewing pleasure.

My overheated c.l.i.t came down on his chest, and it took everything I had not to grind my v.a.g.i.n.a back into his face. I needn't have worried though, because in the next moment, he hauled my back until his face was buried in my s.e.x, and his c.o.c.k was tapping against my face in exuberance.

My moan of pleasure opened my mouth, allowing his c.o.c.k to slip inside.

Once that happened, I kind of lost track of what happened next.

I licked my lips, rasping the edge of my tongue along the head of his c.o.c.k in the process. The hands that had been on my hips split, one going to my hair, and the other going to my leaking channel, filling me up with one blunt finger.

His tongue worked wildly on my c.l.i.t, circling the hardened bud while he worked another finger in my core, causing me to cry out.

When I moaned, the fingers in my hair nudged me forward, begging me to take more of him into my mouth; I obliged.

Relaxing my throat muscles, I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, and still didn't come close to having him fully inside me. Sliding the hand that wasn't wrapped around his thick d.i.c.k underneath the elastic of his boxers, I gently grasped the silky sack of his b.a.l.l.s. Ma.s.saging them, I worked my mouth and hand in tandem up and down along his c.o.c.k.

Then, Sebastian worked a third thick finger in, and then curled them in, seeking the hidden spot inside of me that made me wild.

Sitting up until I was nearly sitting on his face, I let the hand that was wrapped around his b.a.l.l.s go, and used it to balance myself so I didn't smother him with my v.a.g.i.n.a. The hand that was on his d.i.c.k kept up its pace, though, coaxing drops of pre-c.u.m out with every fourth pull on his ma.s.sive erection.