by E. Walsh
“Uh, no, not all,” Liz said, not having a clue about what he was talking about.
“Well, we’re going to have until next season to find out who the killer is.”
“Well, hey, this has been great,” Liz said. She pushed herself off the couch and reached for her purse. She couldn’t wait to get home to get the soaked panties off.
“It has been great,” Sebastian said, getting up to see her off. He was smiling at her and she didn’t know why.
“What’s funny?” she asked, holding her purse in front of her to shield her crotch from him. She could smell her wetness and wondered if he could, too.
Sebastian tapped a finger to his cheek and smiled. “You might want to wash up before you go. You have chocolate all over your mouth.”
“What? Oh shit…” Liz felt like a total fool. She hurried into the bathroom and cringed when she looked in the mirror.
Her mouth was covered in chocolate.
Shit!
Why didn’t he say something earlier?
She splashed her face with cold water and used the towel hanging from a hook on the wall to dab her face dry. She held the towel to her nose. The towel was damp. It smelled like him…
“Shit,” she said again. She hung the towel on the rack and took a minute to compose herself. She wished she could just teleport herself home so she wouldn’t have to face Sebastian again.
* * *
Chapter Seven
When she came out of the bathroom Sebastian was standing there with the cupcake container. He handed her the container and said, “You’d better take these with you because I’ll eat them all if you leave them.”
“Okay,” she said, mustering a smile.
He tapped the top of the container. “I think they might just be better than sex.”
“Well… maybe… I mean… I wouldn’t now,” Liz said, thinking that she would love to conduct a comparison test at that very moment.
Sex with Sebastian competing against a cupcake.
She suspected that the sex would win by a long shot and then some.
Liz started for the door and said, “I guess I’ll see you at work on Monday.”
“I expect so,” Sebastian said with a friendly smile. He opened the door and followed Liz into the hallway. He pressed the elevator button while he spoke. “We should definitely do this again sometime.”
“Yes, we should,” Liz heard herself say. Hypnotized by Sebastian's smile, she stepped onto the elevator and told him goodbye. As the door slid shut, she watched him walk away.
* * *
Chapter Eight
“I'm sorry, Diane, I appreciate the offer, but I just got out of a relationship, so I’m not looking to date anyone right now.”
Liz heard Sebastian talking to Diane Garber, a buxom blonde who worked in the secretarial pool. She paused outside the break room until their conversation was done.
Sebastian said, “I hope you can understand.”
“Sure. You know where to find me if you change your mind,” Diane replied. She cut Liz a dirty look as she breezed by.
“That was the nicest brush off I've ever been witness to,” Liz said with a smile.
“Yeah, that was a bit awkward.” Sebastian visibly winced. He leaned over towards Liz, lowering his voice.
“She’s not really my type.”
“Were you telling the truth?” Liz asked. “About just getting out of a relationship?”
Sebastian gave her a slow nod. “Actually, it’s been a while now, but it didn’t end well. She was overly possessive. Very jealous even though she had no reason to be.”
“I can understand her being jealous,” Liz said with a wry smile. “The ladies do seem to flock to you.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Most of it is attention I’d rather not have. My ex got pretty crazy toward the end. Making threats, having me followed, cutting up my clothes. Just crazy stuff.”
“Jealousy can make you do crazy stuff,” Liz said.
“Yes it can,” he said quietly.
“So you haven’t dated anyone since?”
“No, you’re actually the first person that’s been inside my apartment in months.”
“Wow,” she said, feeling her cheeks flush. “I’m honored.”
He grinned at her. “In fact, you’re the first person I’ve even wanted there in a long time.”
Liz blinked at him. She felt her cheeks getting warm and her heart gave a little flutter. “Wow, I’m really honored.”
“Maybe it’s time for me to stop being a hermit,” he said, staring at her as if his mind was formulating an idea.
“What is it?”
His lips curled into a smiled and he twitched an eyebrow at her. “Do you like to dance?” he asked.
“Dance?”
“Dancing, you know, move around to music?”
“I know what dancing is,” she said, poking a stiff finger in his chest. Oh my god, she thought, we’re actually flirting. “Why do you ask?”
“Because I love to dance and I haven’t in a long time,” he said, narrowing his eyes at her. “Would you like to come dancing with me?”
She almost said, “I’d like to come doing anything with you…”
But she didn’t say that.
She just squeezed her knees together and gave him a dumb look and said, “Sure…”
* * *
Chapter Nine
Liz could feel the base of the music vibrating in her chest the moment they walked into the club.
The multicolored lights flashed in time to the beat.
Behind the bar were bartenders of both sexes, wearing tight t-shirts and cowboy hats.
Amid the roars of his friends, an obviously inebriated male climbed onto the barber chair installed on the long counter.
A busty, bleach-blond bartender yelled “giddyup” and straddled him, pouring a shot into his mouth from a bottle of tequila.
Liz hadn't been in a bar like this since her college days and she wouldn't have chosen to been here now. Except for the stunning man walking in front of her.
Sebastian turned around and said something that Liz couldn’t hear.
She put her hands to her ears to indicate she hadn't heard him.
“I was just making sure you didn't get lost,” Sebastian shouted. “Here, take my hand. I hear the second floor is less noisy.”
“There’s a second floor?” Liz said, her question swallowed by the noise of the music and the crowd. “Christ, isn’t one floor of this enough?”
She slid her hand into Sebastian's, who proceeded to work his way through the crowd. They reached the carpeted stairwell. Liz reluctantly let go of Sebastian's hand and followed him up the stairs.
With him moving in front of her, Liz couldn’t help but admire the way the blue shirt he was wearing clung to his muscular frame, and the way his jeans rode low on his hips.
She regretted not wearing heels to show off her legs, but better to look less fashionable than fall on her face and break something. She hadn't been kidding about how uncoordinated she was.
When they came to the second floor, the music wasn't nearly so loud. It appeared to be geared towards established couples rather than crazed dancers and drunks.
In the low light, Liz could see pairs sitting on the couches while others danced on the wooden dance floor in the middle.
“Let's get a drink,” Sebastian suggested, leaning in close so Liz could hear her. Liz inhaled the intoxicating scent of Sebastian's cologne. That was almost enough of a buzz in and of itself.
“If you're expecting me to dance, I'm going to need one.”
Again, Sebastian took Liz's hand as though he was worried she might get lost. Or more likely, run away. Not that Liz was complaining. She just hoped her palms weren't too sweaty.
Sebastian handed Liz a brightly colored cocktail in which cherries floated. Liz drank a bit of the sweet concoction, nearly choking when Sebastian’s eyes darkened as she popped the cherry in her mouth and swallowed it.
Liz did her best to look too out of place, not too difficult really, since Sebastian had taken her hand again to navigate the crowd.
They sat down on a couch right on the edge of the dance floor.
Liz took another sip of her drink and looked around.
She watched the couples dance with one another.
Most of the guys just awkwardly shifted from side to side while their respective female partners shimmied and danced around them.
Sebastian tapped his fingers to the beat next to her. Draining her glass in order to steel her nerves, Sebastian suggested they get up and dance. Sebastian didn’t know that she had two left feet. She took a deep breath. This was not going to go well.
Back in elementary school when they were learning square dancing, Liz was eventually told to sit on the bleachers. She was that bad.
* * *
Chapter Ten
Taking her hand and holding on tight, Sebastian led the charge onto the dance floor with a reluctant Liz behind him.
Not sure of what to do, Liz swayed back and forth as best she could. She hoped she was in time with the music, but she was pretty sure she had a tin ear.
“You're so stiff!” Sebastian said, his own body moving like liquid. “Here let me help you.”
He moved in close to Liz, putting his hands on her waist. Sandwiching Liz's leg between his own, Sebastian started to move.
He applied pressure to Liz's hips, forcing her to move in time to the music.
Liz felt herself give into the rhythm of the movement.
Though she had never been able to before, here she was dancing.
“There you go!” Sebastian yelled into her ear, his torso pressing against Liz's. His chest pressed up against Liz's, whose nipples tightened in response. “Just lose yourself to the music.”
By some small miracle, Liz did not lose her rhythm even as the pace of the music changed. It slowed dramatically.
Sebastian began making larger, more erotic circles with her hips.
He ground his hips on Liz's leg causing her dress to inch up high.
Sebastian placed Liz's hand around his waist all the while moving his hips.
Liz could hardly breathe for the throbbing inside her.
She told herself to calm down.
Sebastian hadn't broken eye contact with her.
Not once.
* * *
Chapter Eleven
At the end of the night, they climbed laughing and breathless out of the cab that stopped in front of Sebastian's apartment building.
It had been by the far, the best night Liz had in a long time.
In spite of her earlier reservations, dancing had been just want she needed.
It was just the boost Liz needed to feel empowered and sexy.
It was with this feeling, she stepped off the rickety elevator with Sebastian.
Since they were both so energized, they decided to come back to Sebastian's to watch movies until breakfast or until they passed out, whichever happened first.
“That was incredible! I had such a great time. You’re a great dancer. Oh my god, my feet are killing me!” Liz realized she was babbling like a drunk. Rather than being embarrassed, the thought just made her laugh.
Sebastian opened the door and switched on the table lamp, giving a welcoming glow. He shut the door behind Liz, and dropped his keys on the table.
“You’re an amazing dancer,” Sebastian said, turning back suddenly to push Liz against the door. He slanted his mouth across hers and felt her take a deep breath.
Liz returned the kiss with a vengeance. She wrapped her arms around Sebastian’s neck and pulled him closer.
Her nipples immediately became erect against Sebastian’s chest.
Sebastian groaned into Liz's mouth, pulling her towards the bed, never breaking contact.
Frantically now, after so many hours of sexual tension, Liz felt her insides begin to throb with the anticipation.
Her core grew wet, even as Sebastian pulled at the thin straps of her dress, pulling it down to release her breasts from their confines.
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” Sebastian said, breathless. He lowered his lips to Liz's breasts, teasing each nipple with his eager tongue.
Liz threw her head back as Sebastian drew his tongue up between her breasts, ending at her neck. He gave a quick nip on Liz's right earlobe and felt the heat rise in response.
Liz tugged Sebastian’s shirt over his head and watched as he stood up and shucked off the jeans. When he slid his boxers down his legs Liz could see his cock was already thick and hard. The sight of it caused the breath to catch in her throat.
Sebastian reached for Liz’s soaked panties and slid them quickly down her long legs. He put his hands on her knees and spread her legs wide, revealing her womanhood. He licked his lips as he stared at her.
“May I?” he asked.
“Please…” Liz sighed.
Sebastian lowered his lips to Liz’s quivering pussy. His tongue lapped at her lips like a puppy, savoring the aroma and taste of the juices flowing from deep within her.
His tongue licked from her anus to her clit and back again, over and over. With every lick Liz’s body shuddered and she moaned loudly.
She closed her eyes and squeezed her breasts as she felt his fingers probing her clit, massaging it gently with the lube of her own juices.
Sebastian pressed his lips to her cunt and drove his tongue in and out, in and out, until Liz could take it now more. Her thighs squeezed against his ears as she came in waves. Sebastian sucked the hot juices and licked her clean until she could take no more. She placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled him up to her. She pressed his lips to hers. She tasted herself, salty, musky. The taste made her sigh.
She could feel his rock hard cock pressing against her belly.
“My turn,” she said, pushing him over onto his back so that his cock was standing like a rocket about to explode.
Liz moved down the bed until she was between his legs. She took his cock in hand and pressed her lips to the head, teasing the little slit with her tongue. Sebastian moaned his approval. His cock throbbed in Liz’s grip. The head swelled with blood.
She gently wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and began to suck as her fingers stroked the shaft up and down, up and down.
She worked rhythmically as Sebastian's writhed beneath her touch. His breathing came out in short pants.
“Stop,” he said, catching his breath. “I want to come inside you.”
At Sebastian’s urging, Liz got on the bed on all fours with her ass in the air. Sebastian stroked his cock as he moved in position behind her.
He used his free hand to hold her ass steady as he guided himself into her pussy, just a little at first, just the head, then an inch, then another.
Liz moaned with every inch of him coming into her. Her fingers knotted the sheet and she pressed her face into the pillow.
Sebastian put his hands on her ass cheeks and started slowly sliding himself in and out of her pussy. His fingers dug into her ass as his movements increased. The sound of his thighs slapping into her ass made them both smile.
He used the juices from her pussy to lube her anus with his thumbs. He gently slid in the tip of one finger and Liz shuddered with passion and pain. They both knew that was something they would explore later.
It was Sebastian's moans of ecstasy and feverish rocking that pushed Liz toward the edge.
She could tell by the way his fingers were digging into her ass and the increasing speed of his motion that he was about to explode inside her. It was as if she could feel him all the way into her throat.
When she felt him tense up and press himself fully into her, the orgasm overtook her and she screamed in delight.
* * *
Epilogue
They collapsed into each other’s arms, their bodies awash with sweat, reeking of alcohol and sex.
Liz tried to ask if he was okay,
but she was unable to formulate the words because she couldn’t stop smiling.
Sebastian raised his head and looked up at her. He must have sensed the unspoken questions, because he began to speak.
“I’ve always had a crush on you, you know” he said quietly.
“You have?”
“I just didn't know if you’d be interested. Tonight though, I couldn't wait any longer to find out. When we were dancing, you rubbing yourself against me, I knew I had to at least try. I couldn't stand another night of not knowing how we could be together.”
“Well, God bless Unlawful Intent and chocolate cupcakes,” Liz said with a heavy, satisfied sigh. “Speaking of food, do you have any of those chocolate muffins left from last week?”
“Why do you ask?” Sebastian grinned wickedly.
“Because I just thought of something new that I would like to lick covered in chocolate…”
Sebastian paused long enough to kiss her lips, then jumped off the bed and headed into the kitchen.
The End
38. The Convict's Hostage
By: Kylie James
The Convict's Hostage
© Kylie James, 2016 – All rights reserved
Published by Steamy Reads4U
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