Part 13 (2/2)

Knowing what he wanted, I grasped each thigh with my hands, and lifted my head. I tried my best to angle my head so his c.o.c.k would enter my mouth as it exited the top of my flesh; it worked out well until my neck started getting tired.

Sebastian, noticing my discomfort, placed a hand behind the back of my head, holding me in place.

My eyes traveled up until they met his. They connected, and held.

”This is everything I've ever fantasized. My c.o.c.k filling your mouth. Jesus, all that's missing is you coming, too. But we'll remedy that.” He said, and punctuated that statement as he released my nipple, and buried the same two fingers he'd used on me earlier, back into my sopping core.

Pleasure bloomed slowly inside of me. Everything that was happening right now was so very erotic that it wouldn't have mattered if he was stimulating me, I was going to detonate regardless. But with the added help of his talented fingers, it wasn't long until my hips were rising to meet each thrust of his fingers.

He ground the heel of his hand against my c.l.i.t, in between thrusts, and that was all the added stimulation I needed. My muscles clamped down hard on his burrowing fingers, and I screamed.

Sebastian's d.i.c.k happened to be buried in my mouth at the time, and that seemed to set him off.

His fingers withdrew from my core, and he brought them to his mouth and licked them clean before grabbing my head with both hands, and pumping his c.o.c.k hard.

Saliva, sweat, and pre-come coated my chest, and with each further thrust of his hips, he came closer and closer. With one final plunge, his c.o.c.k jerked, and short bursts of come shot out of his c.o.c.k drenching my chest, b.r.e.a.s.t.s, nipples and chin with his juices.

”f.u.c.k, yes.” He growled, watching his juices cover my chest.

He released my head; it fell back onto the mattress. My arms fell down to my sides, and my chest heaved in the aftermath of our lovemaking. I was utterly spent. I really could just lie here and sleep for another hour, at least. Maybe two.

Except I found my body floating and being carried into the large bathroom.

Sebastian sat me on the counter, and turned to start the large walk-in shower.

When he turned back around, his eyes became hooded and possessive as they took in my crazy s.e.x hair, as well as our combined juices coating my body.

”G.o.d, you're beautiful.” He said, kissing me slowly.

I returned the kiss, melting into his body, and wrapping my arms around his torso.

”You're going to have to hold me up in that shower.” I added as he lifted me to my feet.

He smiled. ”I think I can handle that.”

Sebastian ”So, what's the plan for today?” Baylee asked me.

I looked at the woman in the seat next to me, and I couldn't help the gratefulness I felt for her for coming with me. This trip tore me up every year I did it, and it never got easier. It still hurt every time I drove the three hours it took to get to that cemetery.

This year was a h.e.l.l of a lot easier than it usually was. Even though I hadn't spoken with her much on the ride, her silent presence was more than enough to stop the roiling emotions that were churning through me.

”I want to take you to a bar we used to go to while we were in boot camp. It's got really good fried pickles.” I said, turning my grin on her.

She grimaced. Baylee didn't like fried pickles. We'd found that out the hard way when I'd taken her to the barbeque festival last week on my one day off. She'd immediately thrown up the ma.s.sive amount of food she'd consumed through our time there.

”That's just awesome.” She said dryly.

I laughed and navigated the streets of the town I'd made my home, through my years in the Marines. Not that I'd spent much time there. It was actually a little less than a year, at most, but that was where my stuff was housed, and where I came home to when I wasn't on a tour.

I noted the familiar car in the parking lot, denoting the one person who'd be least likely to want to see me in the entire world was currently inside, but I ignored the warning bells and walked around the side of the truck to help Baylee out.

My truck wasn't huge compared to some in the south, but it was big for a girl that had on a pair of tight jeans that barely let you bend your legs. She said they were stretchy, but I had doubts that she wouldn't rip a seam and cause the men of Oklahoma a heart attack when they saw her goods.

Although, just walking into the bar had every man's eyes on her. At least the s.h.i.+rt she was wearing covered up her t.i.ts.

Just as I was walking in, my phone vibrated. Pulling it out of the pocket of my pants, I smiled when I saw my son's smiling face. Yeah, I'd gotten the kid a cell phone. And yeah, he was only three, but to be honest, I was tired of giving up my phone. It was seriously getting beyond old to have my own phone covered in f.u.c.king cheese puffs and running my battery down from playing Angry f.u.c.king Birds.

”Hey boy, how ya doin'?” I asked when I connected.

My son was crying, and my heart dropped out of my chest, finding a home somewhere around my knees.

”What's wrong?” I barked.

h.e.l.l, I got mean when I was scared. I couldn't help it, and I'd never been able to contain it, either.

”He's okay. He fell outside when we were out at the pool. He has a b.u.mp on his head. He wasn't even crying until I told him we'd have to call and tell you.” Doreen said, explaining his crying to my satisfaction.

Taking a deep breath, I let it out, as well as the fear that had taken place in my heart. ”Hey, boy. No more crying now. Be nice for Grandma or you'll have to come home.”

That shut him up. He loved his Grandma and hated coming home. Most likely it was because Doreen let him drink Coca Cola's and eat ice cream because he asked. The woman had a problem saying no. Which is why he had a f.u.c.king trampoline, a Jeep Power Wheels, and a ten-foot blow up pool in my backyard.

”Okay, daddy. I stop.” He said, not even a hint of tears evident in his voice.

Baylee gestured that she was going to get a table, and I stayed outside and caught up with my son and his activities for the past day. After ten minutes, I said goodbye, and headed inside.

My eyes took a few minutes to adjust, but when they did, I didn't have any problem making out Baylee's tight a.s.s warming a bar stool, nor the three men in uniform talking to her.

Sighing, I made my way to her, staring at her a.s.s the entire way.

The men that I pa.s.sed made room for me as I crossed the wooden floor, either noticing my face that was set in stone or The Dixie Wardens MC cut that was covering my back. Either way, they moved, and I was grateful.

Baylee looked over her shoulder, saw me coming, and stood, smiling.

The a.s.s that I'd been watching showed the faint outline of her panties, and I remembered when she'd slipped them on over her a.s.s that morning.

The little slips of fabric were bright green with lighter green polka dots interspersed throughout the miniscule amount of fabric. At first, they looked non-threatening, but then she'd turned around, and I was treated to half her a.s.s hanging out.

I never would've thought I'd be turned on by a pair of panties, but I d.a.m.n sure was. When she'd come closer, digging in her bag next to mine for the tight pair of jeans, I ran my finger along the fine lace that partially covered one a.s.s cheek.

And, even now, knowing what was under those skin tight jeans, I was hard and ready for her. Regardless of our previous night's activities.

She left her fan club and walked into my arms when I was a little over six feet away. The glares I received over her shoulder were totally worth it when she slapped my hand away from her a.s.s and threatened to withhold her goods from me for the rest of the weekend.

”How's Johnny?” She asked, leading me to a table in the far back corner.

I told her what happened, and it made my heart warm to see the concern for my boy on her face.

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