by Whitney D.
Seductively, I rubbed myself against his groin before I felt his cock stir under the material of his jeans.
“The smell of your pussy on my pants is going to be driving me crazy the rest of the day...”
His hands moved to grasp my ass, lifting me up so he could spring his cock free. He slid the zipper of his jeans down and reached inside his boxers, grasping his dick at the base and pressing it forward towards my body.
Bringing three of his fingers to his lips, he put them into his mouth and sucked them. I cocked a brow, not sure where this was headed, but just as uncertainty took up presence along my face, he withdrew them, and placed them against my throbbing clit.
“Please Sebastian....”
Inserting two fingers between my slippery folds, he withdrew my wetness and coated the head of his cock.
I looked down to see him position the head of his cock against my cunt.
“Sit.”
Slowly I lowered my body, impaling myself inch by inch onto all nine inches of Sebastian's thick cock.
“Christ - your pussy's wet...” he sucked in his bottom lip as his eyes centered on where our bodies connected.
“See what you do to me?” I whimpered as I impaled myself further onto him.
“Hold your tits. Fuck yourself on my cock.”
My hands took a hold of my breasts as I started to rock against him. I arched my back just as Sebastian's fingers pulled the rubberband from my hair, letting it fall freely as it cascaded down my shoulders and laid against my breasts.
“That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”
“What is?”
“Your hair, unruly as it flows down, dancing against your body as you fuck me.”
My cheeks burned as he watched me fuck him. I'd sit up, his cock nearly exiting me and then I'd plow back down over and over and over again. Chewing my lip, I picked up the pace as his thumb rubbed against my clit, the fire building inside me with each rock of my hips.
“Yes...” I moaned as hot liquid gushed between my legs.
When the heaving in my chest became evident, his large hands grasped the cheeks of my ass and he pressed himself into me, helping me grind harder and quicker onto his cock as I reached down to rub my clit in the absence of his fingers.
My orgasm hit me like a F5 tornado... my whole torso quivered as it first took over control of my body. My body clenching around his cock as he continued to rock me against him. Every single muscle in my body tightened as pleasure surged through each nerve.
“Yes baby, let me feel you squeeze my cock. Fuckkk.... I'm so close. Oh my G- I'm... I'm going to come.”
His orgasm came moments after my ended. He pulled me off of him, laying me on my back in the passenger seat as he moved to straddle my legs. Stroking out long hot streams of semen, he coated my tits like tanning oil on a hot summer day. It was thick and warm and as he pulled his hand over his shaft one final time, he emptied the last drop of his come onto my chest. I dipped my finger into the mess he'd made, dragging it over my nipples before placing my finger into my mouth, tasting him as my eyes rolled back in my head in bliss.
With my finger still inside of my mouth, a grunt from Sebastian brought me back down to reality.
“Don't fucking do that or you'll never make it back to work.”
“Well how else do you supposed we get this cleaned up?”
Sitting himself back into the driver's seat, he reached down, tugging his jeans and boxers back up, but not before looking at me with utter devastation.
“What?”
“You're going to lick it up?”
“Maybe?” I curled my mouth into a wicked grin as I glanced back at him.
“That is the fucking hottest thing I've ever heard.”
“It is what you want?”
I watched as his face contorted into a mixture of confusion and hunger.
Dipping my finger against my skin once more, I brought it back to my lips, pausing for a reaction from him before I sucked his cum from the tip of it once more.
Impetuously, his mouth fell wide open as he was taken aback by my naughty girl behavior.
“Tell me if it’s what you want, Sebastian.”
He shook his head back and forth to rid his brain of whatever it was that I had provoked in him. Reaching into the back, he grabbed a container and tossed it to me.
“Clean yourself up. I need to get you back to work before you're late.”
What the fuck just happened? Immediately, I felt a huge rush of embarrassment as my cheeks turned hot and red.
All I wanted was to be a little naughty and get a rise out of him. I had gotten a rise alright, but not the kind I was hoping for.
I popped the lid to the wipe container and plucked out a few wet wipes, quickly cleaning myself before I slipped back on my bra and scrub top. He exited the car, went to the back and popped open the hatch.
I didn't turn to look at him because I was so mortified that I thought I might cry. Moments later, he returned, tossing a white lace thong at me before putting the car in reverse and backing out of the parking space.
Hurriedly, I slid the thong on, followed by my pants and then shoes. The entire ride back to the hospital Sebastian didn't say a word and his eyes never once left the road.
After pulling up in front of the emergency room, he put the car in park. When I looked over at him, I watched every muscle in his body stiffen in response.
“What's the matter?”
“I'll see you after work.”
“Sebastian?”
“Just go, Em.”
18
Feeling the sting of tears forming, I grabbed my purse from the floorboard and let myself out of the car. Turning back after the door shut, I was certain he'd roll down the window, tell me he loves me, and that he'd pick me up at whatever time. But... he didn't. Instead, he put the car back in drive and pulled away from the curb, leaving me clueless as to what the fuck just happened.
I knew instantaneously that the rest of my shift would consist of me wallowing over whatever it was that had just transpired between me and Sebastian.
Had I done something wrong? I had no fucking idea what I did or what his behavior meant. But the next six hours were torture as I pondered over every possible scenario I could that would've led him to react to me the way he did.
Seven o'clock finally rolled around and I went over instructions with the evening charge nurse before clocking out. I left the glass sliding doors of the ER precisely at 7:30. Looking left, then right, I was surprised to see that Sebastian wasn't waiting for me. Seriously, I thought, was he not coming back for me?
I took a seat on a bench, figuring that I'd at least give him the benefit of the doubt. Snatching my phone from my purse, I checked my email... junk, junk, coupon, email from mom, junk. Nothing really piqued my interest, and as I went to slip it back into my bag, I heard a car pull up, stopping right in front of me.
“Need a ride beautiful?”
Smiling at first, I looked up to see Matt in his black Lexus, with the window rolled down.
My smile instantly turned to a scowl as I crossed my arms firmly in front of me.
“Excuse me?”
“I went to the house, but you weren't there so I figured you were at work. Leave your car here, let me take you home.”
Confused, I looked around, “Are you fucking joking?”
“Baby...”
I put my hand up, “Don't you ever fucking call me baby or any other pet name again!”
“Emery, I get it. You messed up. So did I, but just get in the fucking car,” he raised his voice at me like I was a child.
Standing, I walked briskly over to the car window. Leaning down, I pointed my finger at him as I spoke, “Never and I mean never fucking come looking for me again. We are done, Matt.”
“Yeah I assumed as much - moving on so quickly, letting whoever the hell that prick was into my home to fuck my wife.”
“That is none of your business. Leave. Now.�
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Just as the words left my mouth, I heard a roar of an engine as a car pulled up behind Matt. Glancing back I noticed it was Sebastian and when our eyes connected, he tightened his grip along the steering wheel.
“I've got to go,” I didn't wait for a response, instead I pushed off the car and made my way back to Sebastian's Bronco.
“Who was that...”
Reluctantly, I simply said, “Take a wild guess.”
“What's gotten in to you?”
I turned, my eyes narrowed and I swear they would've shot laser beams out of them if I they were capable, “No, Sebastian. What the hell has gotten in to you?”
He threw his hands up in defense, “Babe, calm down.”
“No. What the fuck was that this afternoon? Why did you freeze up like that all of a sudden? What did I do?”
Matt had pissed me off so badly that he'd ignited this rage inside of me and it was screaming for me to let it out. All I wanted to do was fight. Unfortunately, Sebastian got the brunt of it because aside from the strange whatever-that-was that happened this afternoon, I had no reason to be acting this way towards him.
We'd made it about three miles from the hospital, and we were just nearing the edge of town when he suddenly pulled the car off the road and got out.
I closed my eyes as tightly as I could. What is happening?
Prying my lids open slowly, I watched him pace back in forth in front of the car, as the headlights cast a spot light against his every move.
Reaching for the door handle, I opened it and got out, nearly falling as the embankment sloped sharply downward.
Still pacing, but faster now, I finally sliced through it, “What! What is it Sebastian? Just tell me.”
Rushing so fast as if his feet were gliding across the grass, he pinned me to the car with a dark glare.
I pulled my head back trying to get a better look at him as my stomach turned sour.
“Three days. In three fucking days I will be divorced.”
“That's grea-”
“Let me finish...”
I shut my mouth and watched as he looked down at his feet while he kicked around the dirt beneath us.
“And I feel like I'm going crazy, Emery. You just flew back into my life like a breath of fresh air and I feel like I'm losing my mind. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, it was unexpected, and I still feel like it's just a dream. What you did today, was such a fucking turn on that I was worried I was going to hurt you. I had to put some space between us. I'm sorry I reacted the way I did, it was uncalled for.”
“Hurt me?”
“Physically.”
Shaking my head, I struggled to breathe, “Whh.. WHAT?”
“Probably not quite what you're thinking.”
It was then that I realized that Sebastian and I had both grown more than I thought since we'd last seen each other. Our lives had taken completely different paths, veering east and west from one another. Every experience and relationship along the way marking us... molding us... changing the people we used to be - that was until our paths collided again.
“Show me.”
Raising a brow at my statement, he pursed his lips, “You sure?”
“Yes.”
Reaching for the door handle behind me, he helped me back inside of the car before he made his way back to the driver's side.
I wasn't sure what exactly he was talking about, but a little kink didn't bother me... in fact, the second I realized that he was actually talking about sex, my insides burst with excitement as wetness pooled between my thighs. Honestly, I was more than relieved that his strange reaction earlier in the day hadn't been something else.
We drove in silence most of the way back to Sebastian's, but his hand that laid nestled against my thigh was an indicator that the tension from earlier today had finally dissipated.
“You hungry?”
We'd made our wait straight to the kitchen where I could smell he'd already started making dinner.
“Yes....” I smiled coyly.
“Good.”
Sebastian made his way to the oven after covering his large hands with two very domesticated looking pot holders.
“Babe. Have you been slaving over this meal all day?”
“Well I wouldn't say slaving. It mostly does the work itself.”
“So what's for dinner?”
“Roasted chicken with potatoes and a chopped salad.
“It smells amazing.”
“Ahhh, yes one of my many talents that I've perfected since we were kids.”
After opening the oven, he pulled out a large whole chicken on a roaster that looked as if it had been baked by Martha fucking Stewart herself.
“Oh... I almost forgot,” he looked over at me after taking off the potholders. “There's a little something over there for you.. . on the table. Can you bring it to me?”
He pointed behind me before quickly retreating back to furiously readying our dinner. As I made my way to the other side of the kitchen, I noticed there was a small-ish white box with a red satin bow on it sitting smack dab in the middle of the table. Picking it up, I looked it over inconspicuously before walking back towards Sebastian.
“What is it?”
“If I told you, that would ruin the excitement.”
Leaning himself up against the counter, he crossed his arms in front of him.
I grabbed one dangling tail of the ribbon and tugged. It came undone and fell to the floor as I lifted the top to the box. My eyes settled on what was inside and I immediately closed the box.
“No.”
“No?”
“It's too soon.”
“It's not what you think.”
“Yes it is.”
“NO it's not.”
Taking the box from my hands, he popped the lid back open, reached inside, and pulled out the most beautiful diamond solitaire necklace I'd seen in my entire life.
“It's too soon. I can't accept it.”
“No, actually... it's way over due. I said I was going to buy you a nicer one. Remember?”
“Yes I remember. I was a virgin and you had just bought me this,” I splayed my shaky fingers out in front of him showing him the tiny diamond band on my finger.
“It's just a rock, Em.”
“No, it's not.”
“I'm not proposing. Yet. It's just a piece of jewelry.”
“I have no use for it.”
“I wasn't aware that jewelry had a use...”
“I don't have anywhere to wear it to and it's certainly too nice to wear on a daily basis.”
Twirling one finger in a circular motion in the air, I gave in and turned my back to him. He strung the necklace on me, clasping it with precision around my neck.
I couldn't believe the weight of it as it hung freely once he let go of it.
“Perfect.”
“Thank you,” I smiled as I plucked the diamond up with two fingers.
“It's going to look beautiful on your finger some day.”
My eyes immediately shot up as I dropped the stone and it fell back against my rising chest.
“What?”
“I'm having it set in a ring... once you agree to marry me.”
“Once I agree? Wouldn't you need to ask first?”
“Yep,” his answer was so simplistic that he left me a teeny bit annoyed as he went back to putting our dinner together.
“Wine?”
“Okay.”
“I have chardonnay. Will that do?”
“Whatever is fine.”
He went to the wine rack and inspected each bottle, eventually settling on one with a black label and silver script across it. Pulling it from it's snug dusty home in the rack, he grabbed the cork screw from the table top and drove it deep into the bottle.
I swallowed as I watched him turn, turn, turn the screw deeper and deeper. With each twist of his wrist, the muscles in his forearm flexed. I fantasized about just want physical pain he wanted to inflict on me
and where and how that might make its way into our evening after dinner. My eyes glazed over and after a few moments, I was completely alone in my own perfect Sebastian heaven. Sebastian had some strange effect on me that I wasn't sure I'd ever understand.
“Babe? You alright?”
“Yeah. Fine.”
“I said here's yours.” He neared me, extended his hand, and offered me a glass of wine.
“Take a seat at the table, dinner's almost ready.”
I made my way back to the dining area, sipping my chardonnay along the way. Sebastian followed behind me bringing bowls filled with chopped salad and our roasted chicken entree.
Discussion over dinner started light but ended on a more serious note. Sebastian told me about how and why he bought The Shriner. He said five years back he read in the local paper that the Crenshaw Family had gone bankrupt and that if someone didn't buy the theater, that it would inevitably go out of business. The city had immediately determined it would be torn down to make space for a much needed outdoor shopping center. Right away Sebastian said he scraped together every penny he had, talked to a few local investors, and bought that baby, turning it around over night. All because he said he couldn't let the place turn to shambles because it was the place he had fallen in love. To say I was shocked would be a huge understatement. Sebastian had to be the sweetest most thoughtful human I had ever met. He seriously bought the theater “for you” is what he actually said. And that “for you” definitely had a new meaning now that I was actually in his life again.
I told Sebastian about Matt, right down to each tiny detail of how infertile I was and how it slowly plagued our marriage. Although after I discovered Matt was fucking his grad student, I was no longer positive that our marriage troubles were due to my infertility, but rather that he had moved on from our marriage without letting me in on the little secret first. I laid it right on the table for Sebastian, even though the newness of us reconnecting hadn't worn off yet and not wanting him to find out later that I was absolutely incapable of having children. He wrapped his hands around mine that were folded on the table in front of me when I confessed my shortcomings.