The Man Without Rules

by Tyffani Clark Kemp

  Unsure of how she planned to feel him, Sebastian did as she asked. Mariss climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips.

  "I'm sitting on top of him," she said out loud. Mariss spread herself for him, and soon her heat seared him to the core. She rubbed her slickness along the length of him, but he wasn't inside her.

  They moaned together.

  "He's so big, baby," she sighed. Her hips rocked against him.

  Sebastian wasn't sure how much longer he could take this. If he wasn't behind her soon he might just "accidentally" take her womanhood.

  "Mariss," he groaned. "You're killing me."

  "Hold on," she breathed. Her body clenched. He felt little muscles contract against him and she sighed. Sebastian took her mouth with his and her hips in his hands and forced her to rock harder against him. Her body shook.

  "I'm going to fuck your ass now," he growled against her lips.

  Sebastian lifted her and dropped her on the bed. From the bedside table he took a bottle of lube. He didn't bother with a condom this time. He lubed himself up and pulled her to him by the ankle. Fire burned in her eyes.

  "He's going to fuck my ass now," she repeated to the husband.

  He used one lubed finger to open her up. Mariss moaned as he slowly pushed in and out, then added a second finger. He rubbed himself against her and slowly pressed inside.

  "Tell him." Sebastian motioned to the phone with his head.

  "Oh, god. He's… Ah fuck."

  "Tell me, Mariss."

  Sebastian slid the head inside.

  "He's inside me. God."

  He pressed inside until he was all the way in. "Say my name," he grunted.

  "Sebastian," she moaned.

  He gripped her hips as he pulled out. "Uh uh. My name. Say it."

  "Bassy."

  "That's it," he moaned and shook as a shiver ran through his body.

  "What's he doing, baby?" The husband's voice was lower now, deeper with a bit of husk to it. He was getting turned on by listening to his wife get ass-fucked by another man.

  "He's being slow. Ah. He's so big. God."

  Sebastian grinned. "Make that sound for me, Red."

  "What sound?"

  He pulled out and thrust all the way in twice in quick succession. Mariss made a high pitched noise.

  "That one," he grunted. He almost lost his balls from that alone.

  "God, I love that sound," the husband said.

  Sebastian picked up a quick rhythm, thrusting in and out. Mariss started to touch herself as she moaned.

  "I'm touching myself," she said. He watched her work her clit with her fingers. "Oh, god."

  "Moan for me, baby," the husband said, and Mariss did just that.

  Sebastian gripped her hips tighter, but refused to pick up a quicker rhythm. He forced himself to keep it moderate.

  "You like takin' it in the ass, don’t you?" the husband asked.

  "Yeah, baby."

  Sebastian picked Mariss up and climbed onto the bed. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him, her tongue vying with his. He laid her back down, his lips trailing down her jaw and up her neck to that spot behind her ear that he knew she loved. She shivered. Mariss legs went around his hips and she used them to pull him into her harder and faster. Sebastian tried to fight her.

  "Please," she begged.

  "Are you going to come for me, baby?" the husband asked.

  "I want to," she answered.

  Mariss panted with need and pleasure. He could sense that she was close. Sebastian licked her skin. The salt on his tongue made him moan with his lips pressed against her throat. He scraped his teeth over her collar bone.

  "Please," she begged him again.

  Sebastian picked up his pace. He slammed into her, giving her body what it craved.

  Mariss bucked beneath him. "I'm coming," she said quietly, but it wasn't for his benefit.

  "Are you coming for me, baby?"

  "Yes," she hissed into the phone. "Yes."

  "Does he do you like I can?"

  Mariss didn't answer. She turned her head away and pretended not to hear, but even the husband knew she had.

  "Mariss, does he do you like I can?" He spoke more plainly this time, his voice a fraction louder.

  Mariss turned her face to Sebastian. Her eyes spoke the answer before she did.

  Sebastian pulled back so he was looking down on her, on her body. Her breasts jiggled as he pounded into her, but he didn't look away from her eyes as he waited for the answer to come. His heartbeat picked up and he worked her at a different angle.

  "Mariss. Does he do you like I can?"

  "No." She didn't even blink.

  Sebastian faltered. He pulled out of her and turned her over without a word. He wasn't careful when he slid back inside. His hips pounded furiously against her backside. She made whimpering noises that had nothing to do with pain and everything to do with "how he could do her". He reached over and pulled the mobile closer so Mariss was moaning directly into the mouth piece. Sebastian made sure the husband could hear every bit of the pleasure he gave his wife, and he made damn sure she couldn't fucking talk.

  But it wasn't enough for Sebastian. He couldn't come for the life of him, no matter how hard he pounded her. Leaning forward, he licked a long, languid line up Mariss' dewy spine. He shuddered, somewhat disgusted with himself, and came hard inside her. His mind and body fractured, ripping his soul apart as he struggled to breathe.

  Light caught his eye and Sebastian looked up, staring at the decorative, mirrored shards of glass that hung from the ceiling across the room. He momentarily caught his reflection there, shattered into tiny shiny pieces, his broken spirit reflecting what little light Mariss had brought into his life. She'd left him broken and the worst part was that he'd caused it himself. He couldn't fairly blame her, because she'd warned him. They all had. She wouldn't leave her husband for him.

  As soon as he was able, Sebastian pulled out and propelled himself as far away from Mariss' perfect, round ass as he could get. He tossed a box of tissues on the bed and stepped into the marble sanctuary of his bathroom, slamming the cherry wood door. He hoped against hope that Mariss wouldn't interrupt him.

  Sebastian took the shortest shower he could remember. He only stayed in long enough to scrub himself down and rinse off in the lukewarm water. The salt of her skin lingered on his tongue. In an attempt to rid himself of all of her, Sebastian found his toothbrush and scrubbed his teeth until all he could taste was cinnamon and fluoride.

  Mariss was curled up under his bed covers when he walked back out to the room.

  "You can shower, if you like." He found a pair of clean jeans and a t-shirt and dressed quickly while she watched. If she thought he would stay to chat, she was mistaken.

  He'd left his mobile on the kitchen counter. Sebastian strode from the room, trying to hold on to whatever dignity he had left, and slammed the bedroom door. He knew it was childish, but it made him feel better.

  He had a missed call from Juliet, so he sent her a quick text. :At my flat. Come as fast as you can.: The food hadn't arrived yet, so he sat down to wait and watched the furnace burn.

  ***

  Juliet and the Chinese arrived at the same time Mariss exited the bedroom. Sebastian let Juliet pay for the food with his credit card while he carried the bags to the kitchen.

  "Jules, I need you to take Mariss back to my mother's." He chanced a look at Mariss. She didn't say a word, but watched him like she knew what she'd done.

  "Okay," Juliet said slowly. "Right now?"

  "Yes. Right now."

  "You just paid for food for her. Can she at least eat it?"

  "She can take it with her." He made sure the meals were in separate bags and handed one to Mariss. She stared into his eyes, but he wiped his face clean of any and all emotion. He wouldn't let her know what he was thinking, because he didn't want to admit it.

  "Wow. Okay. Mariss, the car is parked out front. I'll be down in a minute."r />
  She nodded, gave him one last parting look, and left. Neither he nor Juliet spoke until the front door shut.

  "What the hell happened?" Juliet frowned and crossed her arms over her chest.

  "Jules, do not force me to remind you that you are not my friend. You work for me. That is the extent of our relationship."

  "Like hell, Sebastian. What did you do?"

  "Why is it always that I've done something?" he shouted. "I buggered her arsehole."

  Juliet's eyebrows went up. "Oh? And what does Holden say about that?"

  "The husband was on the phone the whole time."

  She nodded again like she understood. "What did he say?"

  "Excuse me?"

  "What did he say? He must have said something that pissed you off. Or did she say something?"

  "I'm not having this conversation with you."

  "She warned you, Sebastian."

  "Juliet, that's enough!" He slammed his fist against the marble counter top, surprised to hear something crack.

  Juliet looked down at his hand. Pain shot through it when he tried to unfist his fingers. Sebastian winced and let his hand drop down at his side.

  "I'm sorry." Juliet's eyes were sympathetic and pained for him. "I really am."

  "Please, just get her to my mother's. I'll be staying here a few more days."

  She nodded. "Do you want me to bring your things from your mother's?"

  "Please. I'll call her later." He tried to flex his hand, but it sent sharp pains to his shoulder.

  "Let me know if you need anything. See a doctor for that hand."

  Sebastian nodded slowly. They both knew he wouldn't. He reached for his dinner, trying to ignore the pain as he finally got his hand open, but he couldn't lift the bag. There was too much pain.

  "I'll get an x-ray in the morning."

  "Good. Call me, Sebastian."

  "I will."

  Juliet left him. Sebastian used his good hand to sort out his food. He took the tops off and poured himself another glass of whisky. As he raised it to his lips, his hand spasmed. Pain ripped through his arm and the glass slipped from his hand. It hit the edge of the counter before it crashed to the floor. Liquor splattered his feet and trousers.

  With a guttural cry of frustration and an angry sweep of his arm, Sebastian threw the food to the floor. Lo Mein, chicken, and sticky white rice hit the tile. It stuck to the chrome refrigerator and oozed down the wooden cabinets. The whisky bottle clattered to the ground. Amber liquid glugged onto the floor, but he made no move to stop it. Sebastian went to the cabinet and grabbed a bottle of something strong to nurse his hurt feelings.

  ***

  The x-ray showed a few hairline fractures. Sebastian stepped out of the drug store and slipped on the wrist brace the doctor had suggested. Almost instantly, the support helped soothe some of the strain.

  "Sebastian."

  He turned to see Henry coming his way. "Hello, Henry."

  "Nice to see you again. I'm sorry about canceling lunch yesterday. I hope Mariss wasn't too upset."

  "No, not at all." The mention of her name filled him with butterflies of despair.

  "What's happened to your hand there?"

  Sebastian held it up and inspected it in the sunlight. There was a little bruising near his wrist. "Slammed it in a door. It's nothing too serious."

  "Well, that's good. I'm glad I ran into you. I heard what happened at the dinner. I hope you won't think me too nosey, but is it true?"

  Sebastian felt his face drain of all emotion, even as he knew he would give himself away. "That's really none of your business, is it?"

  "I feel it's my business. Mariss is a close friend of mine. I'm sure she explained the nature of our relationship. It's my duty to protect her."

  "Mariss is in no danger of harm from me. I can assure you. She and her husband came into my club one evening about a year ago," he said to appease the man. "They were looking for a third partner. We have a mutual agreement. That's all. No harm. No danger."

  "You should know that some are saying she's your new project."

  "Project?" Sebastian scoffed. "No. More like a chore."

  "That's a bit harsh isn't it? She's a lovely woman."

  "Is it harsh? I'm not sure."

  Henry half smirked. "That's interesting. You two were pretty cozy at the awards the other night for her to be nothing but a chore."

  "I'm going to be late for lunch with mother," Sebastian said, his voice flat. "If you're done fishing for gossip?"

  Henry shook his head, but said, "Of course. Don't keep your mother waiting. I'll be seeing you."

  Sebastian watched him walk away, then got into his car. He purposefully kept his mind off the night before. Thinking about it made his chest hurt. He spent the twenty minute drive trying to decide if he wanted to do the Burberry shoot or not, giving himself reason to, then every reason not to. By the time he got to his mother's home, he couldn't remember why it mattered.

  Martha was in the kitchen waiting for him when he walked in.

  "Juliet told me something happened." Martha looked up at him. "She didn't give me specifics, but I know enough. What the hell were you thinking, Sebastian?"

  "Mother, this is none of your concern."

  "It is my concern. Did you sleep last night?"

  Sebastian frowned. "No."

  "Why not?"

  He shook his head. He did not want to be having this conversation with his mother, because all of the rationalizing and denial he'd spent the night doing would be shot to hell. Sebastian rubbed at his aching hand.

  "Sebastian, answer the question. Why didn't you sleep last night?"

  "Because she wasn't next to me."

  "Hm. What happened to your hand?"

  "I hit the counter. Juliet was asking too many questions."

  Martha shook her head. "That girl is too hard to scare by punching granite. How much did you have to drink last night?"

  "Not fucking enough. Can we stop with the twenty questions? I'm hungry and I'd like to take some pain medication."

  "Fine. But you listen to me, Sebastian Fenwick. If you do anything to hurt that woman, I will pray your life falls down around you."

  "Thanks, Martha. That's lovely to hear from my own mother. Just fantastic."

  CHAPTER THIRTY

  Almost Eloisa

  Sebastian looked up when Juliet walked into his office. It had been a month since the incident at his flat and he hadn't heard from Mariss in all that time, nor had he tried to contact her. The dreams hadn't stopped, but he could finally get a full night's sleep again.

  "Mr. Boa, your car is here."

  "Thank you, Jules. Are you joining me today?"

  Juliet made a tolerant face. "Checking out mostly naked men. Can't wait. I ought to get a bonus for being your cockblock."

  "There's no need for cockblocking if I'm not going to fuck anyone."

  Juliet snorted, but didn't say anything else. He knew she and Mariss had lunch together on occasion. He was fine with it as long as she didn't come back telling him stories. And he could accept that Mariss had told her all of what happened at his flat. He would have told her eventually. But things were tense between him and Juliet now. On top of it, he hadn't spoken to Hellena since the awards ceremony.

  Sebastian gathered his mobile phone and keys. The car was out front when he got there. It wasn't a long drive, but it seemed to take forever. What was going to happen when they arrived? How would Mariss act? He had no intention of getting involved with her again, if you could call their previous relationship "involved". He'd been involved no doubt, but she'd been… What had she been?

  "Nervous?"

  Sebastian frowned at Juliet.

  "You're shaking your leg."

  He looked down at his knee and forced it to stop bouncing. Juliet turned to the window, but he saw the grin that she tried to hide. Sebastian sighed.

  "What has she said?" Juliet just looked at him. "About me. About what happened. Has she said
anything I should know?"

  "No." Juliet shook her head. "Anything she's told me is confidential, Mr. Boa. You know that."

  "There's nothing you can tell me that might make this…easier?" He hated admitting vulnerability. He hated begging Juliet to divulge secrets just so he could manage a situation that shouldn't need managing.

  "She's fine, Sebastian. She wants you to be fine, to let it go and move on."

  Was it that easy for her? He sucked in a deep breath and forced it out hard. "I am fine."

  "You're shaking your leg again."

  They stopped in front of the building. Sebastian let Juliet precede him inside and they got on the elevator, another ride that felt like it took longer than it should have. The doors finally opened to the lobby and Mariss, Brit, and Eloisa were waiting for them.

  "Hey, chicky." Mariss enveloped Juliet in a hug. When they pulled away, she turned to him and extended her hand. "Sebastian."

  "Mrs. Red." He shook her hand. The little bit of contact made his body react in ways it was hard to hide.

  "We're in the green room. There's coffee and doughnuts." Mariss eyes were bright and clear. Sebastian fought, and failed, to look away.

  "And men!" Eloisa exclaimed. "Since you've been ignoring my calls." She thumped him on the arm.

  Sebastian let his most charming smile lift his lips and made sure Mariss was in line of sight. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I've been busy, but I promise to make it up to you."

  "Yeah, yeah. Just words."

  Eloisa pushed him away, but there was a hunger in her eyes that had nothing to do with romance. That was what he needed; unattached, rabid sex with a woman who wouldn't expect him to call her later.

  "Why don't you show me where the coffee is." He smirked at the Latina woman.

  "Of course, Mr. Boa. Anything for you, darling."

  "Please, call me Sebastian." He caught Mariss' burning gaze and shifted his eyes away quickly. He wasn't going to feel guilty. He was still the man he'd been before he met her.

  Eloisa fluttered her eyelashes and her cheeks flushed. "This way, Sebastian."

  Mariss blinked at him, dubious. Sebastian shoved his hands into his pockets as the elevator buzzed and three men stepped off.