Deal Breaker

by Whitney D.

  Our moment was shaken momentarily by the ringing of Sebastian's cell phone in his pants crumbled on the floor at the foot of the bed.

  “Sorry. Just ignore it.”

  His eyes shuffled down, settling between my legs, “Your pussy is dripping with want. So tight, so pink. It's fucking beautiful.”

  Positioning the tip of himself against my cunt only briefly, he slammed into me, his cock pushing deeper than I had ever experienced. My eyes watered and my back arched off the bed as he began thrusting in and out of me. His hands moved underneath me to cup my ass, lifting me up to meet his every thrust.

  “So warm... so tight. I'm fuck--- I'm going to come.”

  He had barely gotten his dick inside of me when he confessed that he was close.

  Once he quickened his pace, I rubbed my clit just a few more times before I found my own release. As my pussy began to clench around his nine-inch length, he lost himself under my spell. He grunted as he removed one hand from my ass before smacking it back hard against my tush as his come shot deep inside of me, filling me to the brink.

  “Yes. More.... don't stop, Sebastian. I'm coming. Oh my Godddddd...”

  Stopping his thrusting a half a minute later, he pressed into me as deep as he could, leaving his cock inside of me to twitch as my orgasm ended.

  He collapsed on top of me and our sweat-coated sticky skin immediately melded together. Once our breathing slowed, he nuzzled his nose into my hair and whispered, “I've waited too long to feel you come around my cock again. I'm never letting you go.”

  “I love you, Sebastian.”

  He already knew it, and I had too – but I felt the need to cement it. I tried denying my feelings for him, but what I'd been denying myself was truth. I'd loved Sebastian since I was fifteen, no amount of time or space put between us could change that... no matter how hard I tried to fight it or how hard I tried to forget him, he was always there... in my heart, in my head... haunting me.

  14

  Slipping his cock out of my still sensitive slit, he praised me, “That was the best sex I've had in twelve fucking years.”

  A booming laugh escaped me, “Yeah right.”

  “I'm not kidding....” a serious demeanor quickly covered his face as I pulled my head back just a bit to get a peak at his expression.

  “Okay then.”

  “Was is not the best for you?”

  I closed my eyes when I spoke. I couldn't admit it to him if I was looking at him. It was too heartbreaking and much too embarrassing.

  “Sebastian, I haven't come during sex in a loooong time.”

  He raised a brow at me, “Continue...”

  “Matt... he only cared about - himself.”

  “You mean?”

  “Yes. He got his and then he was done. That went on for some time before...” I pressed my palms against my eye sockets.

  “Nevermind. I don't want to talk about this.”

  Scooting off the bed, I made my way to the guest bath to clean myself up and after walking a few feet I stopped, turning back towards him for approval. Sebastian's hot seed trickled down the inside of my shaky thighs. He immediately took notice to me seeing it and he grinned while looking over his shoulder at me as he slid his boxers back on.

  “I'm going to fill that pussy every fucking night. You like it Em? You like my come inside of you, don't you? Does it make you feel dirty?”

  “Yes.”

  “Does it make you feel like a bad girl?”

  “Yes...”

  He rushed to me so quickly it startled me. His hand grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my mouth to his, as his other hand settles between my thighs.

  Wrapping my arms playfully around his neck, he tore his lips away from mine, “Taste... taste my come that was just inside of you.”

  When he pressed his finger to my lips, I obliged, licking just the tip as his lips formed into a huge O in shock.

  “Tastes the same.”

  “As what?”

  I cocked my head to the right as his finger left my lips.

  Winking at him curtly, I said, “As the last time I sucked you off. Do you remember?”

  “Do I remember? Yes, of course I remember. How could I forget? It was the last time I fucked you.”

  I shrugged before I turned to make my way to the bathroom, leaving him in stupor to my sassiness.

  “That ass is next...” he shouted just before I shut the door.

  Anal sex... totally my thing, although I wasn't sure I was going to let him know that just yet. Turning the faucet on as hot as I could get it, I grabbed a wash cloth from the linen closet and ran it under the water.

  I heard a light tap on the door just as I was half way through coochie cleansing myself of Sebastian's DNA.

  “Yes?”

  “Em, hey... I'm really sorry 'bout this, but I've got to go.”

  What the fuck? I thought.

  “Okay? I'll be out in a minute.”

  I finished cleaning myself and tossed the washcloth in a hamper by the door on my way out to ask him why he had to leave all of sudden.

  When I exited the bathroom I didn't see Sebastian, so I made my way back to the living area to look for him.

  I found him sitting on the sofa, slipping on his pebbled leather loafers.

  “Sebastian?”

  “I'm really sorry, but I have to go.”

  “What? Why?”

  When my eyes began to burn with the threat of tears, I looked away so he didn't see it. Did I do something wrong? Taking a few deep breaths to calm myself, I turned back to face him.

  “Look... I really don't know how to tell you this so I am just going to say it.”

  “Should I be worried?”

  He shook his head no, “But I think you may be upset so I am going to apologize for that now. I'm sorry.”

  “Spit it the hell out. What is it?”

  “It's Cassidy.”

  “Cassidy? Your ex-wife?”

  “She's not my ex-wife yet. I told you that. Nevermind. It doesn't really matter.”

  “It does matter, Sebastian... why are you leaving after fucking me to go be with her? What the hell is going on?”

  “It's not like that. She's in the ER again. I'm sorry. I've got to go. Please don't be mad.”

  “Seriously? She's a fucking adult, Sebastian. It's not your job to go and clean up after her dumb decisions. You have even less of an obligation now that you are getting divorced.”

  “You don't understand. I've got to go. I'm sorry.”

  He came closer, grasping my upper arm, he leaned in to kiss my cheek, but I turned my head, preventing him from connecting with me.

  “You're the only girl I love. Please forgive me. Don't be upset.”

  When I didn't respond, he let himself out and didn't look back.

  I was fucking livid.

  I contemplated about going into work since my day with Sebastian had basically been ruined, but I decided against it knowing they were probably there now... in my ER.

  Instead, I went to my room to take a nap – actually sleeping in my bed for the first time in more than a week. An hour later my cell phone jolted me awake, alerting me that I'd received a text message:

  Libby: Hey.

  Me: What's up?

  Libby: How's your day been?

  I debated over whether or not to tell her about what had happened with Sebastian. After all, she was the one who saw me break out into ugly tears when we first saw each other the other day. However, I decided against it because the story was much too long for a text message. I decided I'd tell her during our next shift together instead.

  Me: Going great.

  I rolled my eyes to myself at the lack of sarcasm in my text even though it was meant to be factious. As soon as I got the read notification from Libby, she called me.

  “Hey? Everything okay, Lib?”

  “No everything is not okay. Please forgive me.”

  “What the fuck Sebastian!”

  “Sh
e was here. I asked her about you... we talked a little bit. I may have convinced her to let me use her phone to call you.”

  I rolled my eyes in frustration.

  “Let me come over once I get Cass out of here. Let me make it up to you, please.”

  “Is this going to be a regular thing, Sebastian? We're not even together and the second you slip your dick out of me, you run off to rescue your ex. Do you even realize how fucked up that is?”

  “Yes.... babe, I said I was sorry. Please.”

  I heard him move and then when he spoke again it was like his hand was covering the receiver, trying to mask what he was saying to me from anyone who might be listening, “Let me come back over and make it up to you. Let me worship every inch of your body. I fucked up, I shouldn't have left you like that. Please....”

  I let him stew for a few silent moments before I caved, “Fine.”

  “I'm going to make love to your body all night long. You'll be begging me for a break by the time I'm finished with you.... Oh and that ass is mine tonight.”

  I gasped, making it seem like I didn't want him to, but knowing it wouldn't take much for me to let him fuck me there.

  “Whhh... what?” I stammered.

  “I'm going to fuck your ass tonight then once I've filled you up, I'm going to spread your cheeks wide and watch my come drip out of you... Christ. My dick is getting stiff just thinking about it.”

  “Yeah we'll see... I don't know how I feel about--”

  “Baby, it's happening. You will let me do it and trust me, you will love it. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to do it again.”

  Wetness flooded between my legs and my whole body warmed in reaction to his dirty talk. I liked it. A lot. What he didn't know was that I was about to teach him a thing or two about proper anal sex.

  “Someone is going to hear you talking to me like that....”

  “I'm getting laid tonight!”

  I covered my eyes, mortified how he had shouted to the entire ER what his plans were for the night. Becoming even more embarrassed only after I realized he was screaming it in front of all of my co-workers and for all intents and purposes, in front of his wife.

  “See no one cares. Except there is this doc in a white coat sitting in the pit looking in my direction. He's got glasses and he's probably in his early forties. Should I invite him over to watch? He seems a little intrigued by the way he's staring at me.”

  “NO!”

  A rolling laugh erupted on the other end of the phone, “I'm just kidding, Em. Do you know him?”

  “Yes.....” I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to picture Dr. Dudley looking at Sebastian while he confessed he'd be fucking me later. Mortified. I was fucking mortified. Although, I suppose Dr. Dudley had no idea who Sebastian was referring to. I imagined Libby standing there, balking at Sebastian's forwardness about his evening plans with me. Fuck. Libby on the other hand, she definitely knew who he was talking about. I'd never live that one down. I prepared myself for the five thousand inappropriate questions I was sure she'd ask during our next shift together.

  “What time will you be here?”

  “I'll be leaving here soon, but I need to take care of something before I come over. I can be there by six.”

  “Alright... see you at six.”

  “Goodbye beautiful.”

  “Bye Sebastian...”

  I hit end on my phone before snuggling back under the covers for another thirty minutes or so. When I finally decided to yank myself from bed, it was nearly four o'clock. I went to the kitchen, finding Einstein, once again pawing at the cabinet for food.

  My chubby little sausage of a cat did nothing but eat. He was the definition of a fat lazy house cat and I loved him even more for that. He'd been with me since I graduated from college and before I'd met Matt.

  At about five, I hopped into the shower to scrub myself from head to toe. My body was deliciously sore from the beating that Sebastian had given it earlier that day and the thought of him fucking me again made my heart race and my skin prickle with goosebumps.

  For some reason Sebastian still treated me like I was an inexperienced teenager... it was evident in everything he did to me earlier that day. Feeling a bit daring, I decided to do something to make him realize that I had grown up and perhaps that I was the one who was more sexually experienced than he was.

  After getting out of the shower, I didn't give any effort to getting dressed because I knew clothes would just delay the inevitable once he arrived. I pinned my hair up into a top knot on my head and left a few wispy tendrils that naturally flowed down, framing my face perfectly. I did, however, lay a pair of black five inch heels next to the bed. I knew it would make me tower over him, and something told me he might be up for a little lady domination – even if it only lasted five seconds, which I was certain it would. He would think he was the one dominating me, but he'd actually be doing exactly want I wanted him to.

  Pouring myself a rather large glass of my favorite red wine, I sipped it slowly as I waited for the all important hour to arrive. Twenty minutes later and exactly fifteen minutes before Sebastian was set to arrive, I stuck a cute little handwritten note to the front door:

  Hide and seek...

  If you find me,

  I will give you what you want.

  Leaving the door unlocked and the note taped at eye level on the front door, I went to my bedroom and slipped on my patent leather stilettos.

  My room was in the front of the house, so when he pulled up, his head lights sliced through my bedroom window, alerting me of his presence.

  Shuffling quickly to the end of the bed, I stood with my back to the door and my hands splayed out along the silky material of my comforter. I was bent into a perfect ninety-degree angle with my ass displayed perky and ready for him.

  I heard him come into the house when the door slammed shut. Searching with intricate precision, he checked every room as he made his way down the hallway towards me.

  As he neared my room, I heard him stop in front of the closed door briefly before his hand went to the knob. Twisting it, he pushed the door open, but he must've stayed planted in the threshold because I heard him grunt in appreciation, “Christ, Emery... I was not expecting to find you like this.”

  I didn't turn to look at him, but my heart fluttered in response to his presence and in anticipation of what was about to transpire as I smiled knowing I had pleased him.

  Before he took another step, I heard his zipper go down and the clunk of each of his shoes as they hit the floor.

  Liquid rushed between my legs and I tried to squeeze my thighs together to find a bit of relief, but it was no use. I knew my arousal would be a perfect lubricant for what he was about to do, so I removed one hand from the bed, dipping my finger inside of myself and then withdrawing the wetness to coat my puckered flesh. I peered seductively over my shoulder to gauge his reaction just as I heard his breath hitch in response to me touching myself.

  Bouncing quickly on his bare toes, he rushed to me from the doorway. The plane of his large palm came down across my left ass cheek and I instantly felt the surging bite of pain as it radiated through me. Screeching in response to the sting, I tightened my fists into the crumbled comforter, as I submitted to the torture.

  “You fucking like that Em? You waited for me, like this... knowing I would find you in here, bent over, with your lush ass spread wide open and ready for my cock, your pussy dripping in expectation. Knowing I would fuck you. You're a slut. My precious little closet whore - I fucking love it.”

  “Yes I am... yes, Sebastian - I want it so bad. Please.”

  He pressed his firm cock against the crack of my ass, taunting me. A moan escaped my lips as one of his hands trailed between my legs, gathering more of my wetness, then rubbing it back against my asshole, before pressing one long finger inside of me. I jolted forward a bit as my body stretched around his finger, accommodating him. He began moving his finger in and out of me in articulate
rhythm as I turned my head back to peak at him. His eyes were plastered on my ass in determination as his finger continued to move in and out of me. His other hand stroked his cock in tune with his fluid finger thrusting. Inserting a second finger, I began to beg, “Please Sebastian... I can't---”

  “Can't what, baby?”

  “I can't take anymore.”

  “My, my, my, sweet Emery... not so sweet any more...”

  Falling forward onto the bed, his finger slipped out of me involuntarily. I quickly flipped to my back before sliding myself off the bed, and kneeling before him. I looked up at him with neediness and as his eyes trailed down to me, he pursed his lips in uncertainty.

  “Is this what you want?” taking the base of his cock in his hand, he nudged the tip of his length to my quivering lips.

  I didn't speak, instead I opened my mouth as an invitation.

  “Well, I believe it said if I find you that you would give me what I want....”

  Moving my hand forward to wrap around his cock, he stepped backwards and out of my reach.

  “And what is it that you want?” I questioned.

  He took one step back towards me before he reached down, placing his hand on my elbow and nudging me up to stand in front of him.

  “You know what I want.”

  15

  Although his question was sexual, his tone suggested there was a hidden meaning behind his statement.

  I smiled before one of his fingers wrapped around the dainty silver chain on my neck that held the tiny band of diamonds he'd given me on my sixteenth birthday.

  My eyes trailed down to the necklace just as he gave a hard tug to the chain, snapping it. The ring fell to the floor. The room was so silent that we could hear it clank as it made contact with the hardwood beneath our feet.

  “Sebastian?”

  I wasn't sure what his strange behavior meant, but it didn't seem like a good thing. I pulled back a bit to catch the look in his eyes as my ego slowly began to crack.