Part 19 (1/2)

Carla The shower is beating down on me, but all I can see is Sebastian back at his apartment being smashed in the head with the b.u.t.t of Gary's gun. While the tears flow, along with the water, I can't help but imagine what would have happened if I hadn't come back. If Ramon hadn't gotten back when he had.

I sink to the floor of the shower as great wracking sobs take hold. Curling into the fetal position, I let the tears flow and flow. I'm crying for my missing brother, not knowing where he is. I'm crying because I no longer have any family. I'm crying for the beating I took because of how scared and in pain I was, and most of all I'm crying because I nearly lost Sebastian.

”Oh G.o.d. Babe.” Sebastian opens the shower door and climbs in with me, fully clothed. ”s.h.i.+t. Carla.” He pulls me into his arms, sitting down on the floor of the shower while he gets soaked holding me tight while I cry all over him.

After what feels like hours, but is probably only minutes, my tears start to dry up, and I start to notice other things. Like the fact that I'm sitting naked in the shower on top of a jean and s.h.i.+rt clad Sebastian.

Throwing off my misery, I move away from him, shaking my head when he tries to keep me close. Kneeling between his legs, I rest my hands on his soaked jean clad thighs and slowly move up to his zipper.

”What are you doing?”

Is he serious?

”What does it look like I'm doing?” I leave his groin, but not before I notice his rising bulge. I smirk and lean in kissing him.

I pour all my love I have for him into my kiss, which starts off gentle and then turns into so much more. Before I can take a breath, he grabs my hips and pulls me back on to his lap, but this time I'm straddling him.

As my pa.s.sion is going from zero to ten in seconds, I slide my hands through his hair and grip his head to keep him in place as I take what I need from him. Moaning into his mouth, I grind against him. He feels so d.a.m.n good against me. It's also such a turn on being naked while he's fully clothed, but probably not for long with how hard his d.i.c.k is.

Breaking away from his mouth, I nibble my way along his jaw and down his neck to his collarbone while at the same time, I'm lifting his s.h.i.+rt up and then over his head, dropping it on the shower floor beside us.

I kiss down his chest, spending more time on his nipples before pressing tiny kisses along his ribs and the top of his V that disappears into his jeans.

”Hmm. I can't wait to get you out of these jeans. You're going to have to stand up.”

He doesn't need asking twice and starts to tug the wet denim down his legs, which I help, although I think I'm more of a hindrance especially when his engorged c.o.c.k bursts free.

Forgetting about getting his jeans off, I leave him to it, taking him in hand, literally. G.o.d, he's beautiful and has me so aroused with want of him. I have an ache inside that only he can satisfy and smoothing my hand over his foreskin as he leaks pre-c.u.m is d.a.m.n hot.

He wobbles with his jeans around his ankles while I swirl my tongue around the tip. I moan, tightening my hold on him, pulling down to the base and sucking him into my mouth as far as he'll go.

”f.u.c.k.”

He's about to lose control as his legs are quivering with need. It fills me with excitement. Knowing I can bring this powerful guy practically to his knees.

”Babe. Let me go. My jeans,” he groans, sliding his fingers into my hair and holding my head with slight pressure down on him, but nothing I can't pull away from if I need to. ”You're so f.u.c.king hot down on your knees.”

I suck and lick him deeper into my mouth and reach behind him with my hands, sc.r.a.pping across his b.u.t.t with my nails.

He s.h.i.+vers, throwing his head back. ”You're d.a.m.n good at that,” he growls as the head of him hits the back of my throat.

Looking up at him, he finally meets my eyes as I take him over into ecstasy, with one hand on his b.a.l.l.s, the other between his legs. I suck him in, swallow and moan. He curses a blue streak as his s.e.m.e.n shoots down my throat and into my mouth all without breaking eye contact. I continue to suck him off, but eventually he moves my mouth.

”No more.” He collapses against the wall of the shower.

I crawl to his feet and start untangling his legs from his jeans before standing up and switching the shower off. Climbing out, I grab a couple of towels and dry off before turning to pa.s.s one to Sebastian who emerges weak in the knees.

Nothing for it, I grin and start to laugh when he frowns while trying not to join in with me.

”Okay, I admit defeat. That,” he grabs me around the waist, ”was f.u.c.king awesome. s.h.i.+t, I can't feel my legs.”

I kiss his nose before breaking free and run out of the bathroom to take a running jump onto the bed with a smug smile on my face because I feel so d.a.m.n tall not to mention aroused as h.e.l.l.

As Sebastian follows me out he grabs my bag from the chair. ”Ramon told me to check your bag for loot. Whatever that means.”

I cringe, knowing d.a.m.n well what he's going to find. I'm not embarra.s.sed about the feather boa, but the black rabbit I am. I'd planned on working my way up to using it on him.

Chapter 44.

Sebastian What the f.u.c.k? I'm looking into Carla's shopping bag and all I can see is a...a rabbit. I ignore the feather boa and retrieve the 'thing.'

Holding it up, I watch Carla squirm on the bed. ”You want to try this out?” I raise an eyebrow.

”I bought that to use on you.”

Now she snickers at my shock. How the f.u.c.k does she plan on using this on me?

”Hmm. I was planning on using it on you while I sucked you off.”

This woman is going to kill me. I intend to go slow, but with her words I'm not sure that's going to be possible. ”Seriously?” I look down at my straining erection. Well, at least we're in agreement as to where it wants to go.

”Why are you laughing?”

I'm in trouble. She moves into the middle of the bed, opening her legs before caressing from her p.u.s.s.y up to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, which she's now playing with. I slowly walk towards her, mesmerized as I watch her ma.s.sage and pinch her nipples that are standing at attention along with my c.o.c.k.

She's watching me through heavy lidded eyes. If she can put on a show, I can too. Dropping the rabbit on the bed, I reach between my legs, stroking my b.a.l.l.s before caressing the weeping tip. Taking a firm hold of my length, I move my hand back and forth, back and forth, creating a delicious, toe curling friction.

Carla moves one hand from her nipples and slips it between her legs, moving her folds apart. She arches her back when she connects to her c.l.i.t, moaning.

f.u.c.k. My b.a.l.l.s are on fire.

Within seconds, I'm on her and in her. I pin her wrists above her head and bring us nose-to-nose trying not to come as her channel clings to my d.i.c.k.

”If anyone brings you to o.r.g.a.s.m it's going to be me. Not your fingers, no matter how f.u.c.king hot it is to watch. No one, but me.” I grin. ”Although, I'm all for playing with the Rabbit.”

She chuckles, which sends flutters along my c.o.c.k as her muscles squeeze and relax...squeeze and relax.

”Wrap your legs around me.”

She does. I slide even deeper.