Would it really look so bad if I were to have thrown myself over the front of the bonnet and humped it?
The first time I’d driven Sebastian’s original BMW, I was nervous as hell but there was something special about having something with your name on it, knowing it belonged to you that waved that all out of the window. The nervousness and trepidation was a thing of the past.
Immediately Bruce was on me. I don’t think he recognised me at first until his wrinkled eyes widened until they were nearly popping out of his eyes sockets. His orbs flicked up and down my body then he looked away and cleared his throat. His old face flashed with intense colour. Even in the darkened street, I couldn’t miss it. “Miss. Victoria,”
I bit my lip to stop from laughing out loud. It seemed that every time I saw this man, I was on the verge of giving him a heart attack. Poor guy,
“Hey, my man, Bruce,” I placed my hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze as I handed the fob over to him. “How’s it going?”
The old man cleared his throat again and blinked rapidly as if trying to erase me from his view or maybe his memories, now. “Very well, Victoria.” His eyes flicked over me again then quickly looked away. “Aren’t you going to catch a cold wearing...just...well...that coat?”
“Probably,” I answered with a nod. Hopefully though, it would be worth it. Though, I didn’t tell him this because he would have no doubt fallen to the ground clutching his chest.
“Let’s get you inside then.” He said sternly, taking hold of my elbow and leading me into the building. He passed on my fob to another— almost chomping at the bit— man waiting to take my car to the underground garage.
Immediately heat flushed against me, making me realise how freaking cold it was outside in the first place. I could feel my nipples budding almost to the point of pain with the chill. The urge to rub them until they stopped squeezing together so tightly made me wring my hands together.
The moment I stopped inside the lobby, every pair of eyes turned to me. Silence descended, making the place eerily quiet for how big and shiny it was. It was as if no-one had ever seen a woman wear a Mac coat before. When the staring didn’t stop, I sighed with annoyance and placed my hand on my hip. “Can I get you something?” my pissed off voice echoed through the busy lobby.
As I glanced at every person, giving them my piercing “fuck off” stare, I noticed the women’s upper lips curling into a sneer as their eyes raked me up and down. What the hell were their problems? However; the men were a mix. Some were looking at me with open wonder whilst others clearly knew what I was wearing underneath my coat or should I say, not wearing.
“Victoria.” Bruce cleared his throat for what seemed like the millionth time in the last ten minutes and pulled me along the marble floor to the lifts. The people gathering created a space for us to walk as if we were tainted. God, it bugged the shit out of me.
Once the lift arrived, Bruce pulled me inside but not before I ran back out of the lift, seeing the entire lobby still watching where we stood. I turned around and quickly pulled up the back of my Mac, bent over and slapped my right arse cheek as hard as I could. The sound of my hand meeting my flesh reverberated through the lobby. The sting made me shiver. “Ohh,” I moaned and bit my bottom lip as I looked over my shoulder at the outraged gasps from the stuck up bitches in the lobby whilst the men groaned and very quickly shifted on the spot.
“Now put that in your pipe and smoke it, pricks.” I laughed, pulled my coat back down and ran back into the lift just in time for the doors to close.
Bruce stood leaning up against the lift, his wrinkled face pale, his weathered hand pressed against his chest. “Dear Lord, Miss Victoria. Please,” he shook his head and took a deep breath, “no lady should ever do that again.”
I snorted and patted his leathery cheek with my hand. “Never said I was a lady, Bruce,”
Chapter Eighteen
Get at it.
“You’re late.”
I closed the door to the dining room behind me and faced where Sebastian sat at the head of the dining room table. He was slouched back in the high backed dark wooden seat with his hands folded across his lap; his blue eyes were burning into me as they flicked up and down my body.
From where I stood, I tried to read the look on his face but as per usual, it was completely closed off. The only thing that gave him away to the state of his mood was his eyes. They were a mix of all three states they usually resided in. A mix of light blue with denim then the sea blue thrown in as well. Damn, that was a nice, heavy mix.
“That’s your fault.” I mumbled as I moved further into the room and placed my bag on the table. My eyes flickered over the layout seeing plates of food in strategic places covered with silver lids obviously keeping whatever had been cooked, warm.
Okay, so I felt a tad guilty that someone—probably Rosa—had cooked a very nice meal for us and I’d probably ruined it.
Sebastian’s head cocked to the side, his eyes still insistent doing that thing he did where they bored into me. I shifted on the spot, suddenly becoming uncomfortable. In fact, the confidence I had had downstairs was slowly dwindling from me the longer I stood under Sebastian’s burning gaze. I chewed on the inside of my mouth as my fingers tapped against my thigh.
“How is you being late, my fault?” he finally asked.
I licked my gloss covered lips and shifted again on the spot. “Because I couldn’t find anything to wear and you kept on texting and emailing me,” Damn man. “Every time my phone dinged, I knew it was you. Do you know how off putting those little dings are? Therefore,” I waved my hand around, “it’s your fault.”
In answer, I received an eyebrow raise but he said nothing. His eyes flicked down to my bare legs and settled on my feet. Sebastian then raised a hand and crooked his index finger at me, signalling he wanted me to move to him.
Taking a deep breath, I moved slowly towards him and stopped at the side of his chair. My hands subtly shook and my breath came out in pants. Honest to God, I didn’t know why I was so nervous. I didn’t know whether it was because this was the first time we’d been in the same room since Monday or maybe it was because it was our first time talking properly as in person to person since that fateful Monday.
Sebastian reached out as he shuffled his chair backwards, bringing me to settle in between the V of his spread legs. His hands rested on my waist, his head tipped forward and pressed into the front of my stomach.
“I’ve missed you.” He whispered against my Mac.
Biting my lip, I reached out and carded my hands through his loose hanging hair feeling the softness slide through my fingers. “I’ve missed you too.” I admitted.
Sebastian’s head tilted backwards so he could look up at me. His eyes were wide and wary all of a sudden. Damn, the man was like a rollercoaster. One minute he was up and the next he was down. “Seriously,”
I nodded and smiled. “Seriously,”
“Good. “ He took a deep breath and let it out of his nose then his hands slid up and pulled my belt off, letting it dangle to the side before slowly opening the front of my coat. He sucked in a breath when the two parts fell apart revealing my semi naked state.
Again, I bit my lip wondering what he would think about the way I looked. I knew that six months ago, I was a size smaller. In the last six months because of working, I’d been eating a lot better due to being able to afford it but I’d also been drinking a lot more and not the healthy kind of drinking either.
“Stop thinking so much, Victoria. Just relax.” Sebastian muttered as his hands fanned inside the material and slid up and down my sides, his thumbs brushing over the sides of my boobs which wobbled uncontrollably with my erratic breathing. I moaned when Sebastian leaned forward and licked at my bellybutton.
Relax? Since stepping foot inside of his apartment, my nerves had electrified and made not only my body feel like it was on a tense thin wire but made me nervous as hell and when that happened...accidents happened an
d that was putting it mildly.
“Relax.” He implored, his voice soft and calm as his hands roamed over my body, his throat making appreciative sounds that put me somewhat at ease...a little.
My head moved from side to side when his breath moved to the front of my mound. His nose pressed against the lining of the thong I wore then his tongue dipped out and licked along the same seam line he’d inhaled along. His hands drifted around to my bum where he squeezed and kneaded my cheeks then pulled them apart.
I sucked in a breath and placed my hands on Sebastian’s shoulders, my nails tightening against his muscles. The shirt in my hand was silk soft and thick but still, my nails scraped against the material. I needed to feel flesh.
“Take your shirt off.” I said quietly, my fingers drifting around to the front where the buttons were already part way undone.
Sebastian pulled back, looking up at me with that eyebrow raised but he did do as I asked. He stood and his nimble fingers worked at the shirt and within seconds it was being pulled off and tossed to the side.
My teeth found my lip as I stared at the bronzed chest in front of me. There wasn’t a single hair in sight no matter how close I looked. I reached out and went to touch him but for some reason I stopped at the last minute and glanced up at Sebastian’s face, asking. I didn’t know what I was asking but he seemed to understand. He nodded and grabbed my hands, placing them on his chest. I walked into him so we were chest to chest. Scrunching my hands up, my nails scraped against his bare chest and sailed over his fifty pence sized nipples, feeling the erect buds. I scraped subtly but not hard enough to do any damage just enough to make him hiss.
Sebastian reached up and brushed my Mac from my shoulders, making me have to remove my hands from his chest. I shucked off the coat and immediately placed my hands back on his heated flesh. I ignored his eyes roaming over my nearly naked body, not wanting to see any if there was any disgust there.
“Hey.” Sebastian grabbed my chin in his hand and tilted my head back so I had to look at him. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” I shook my head, taking my chin from his grip.
Sebastian sighed irritably and grabbed my face in his hands. My lips rolled on themselves with how tight his hands became. His body closed in on mine, pressing against the length of me. My head tipped backwards so I looked up at him. “Victoria.” He warned sternly, “what is the matter?”
Nothing, oh God, everything was the matter. Okay so he’d seen me naked on more than one occasion and he hadn’t said anything about it but men changed their minds just like women did, maybe not as often but they did do it. What if I wasn’t what he actually wanted? It was ridiculous really and totally not me. Normally I wouldn’t have cared what a man said or thought about me but Sebastian was different, he made me feel different—sometimes good—but he also made me feel self conscious like I had something to worry about and I didn’t like that feeling. Maybe it was because he saw pretty and thin women everyday at work and dealt with women throwing themselves at him whereas not many or next to zero men threw themselves at me. Really, come to think about it, Sebastian had nothing to worry about on my side, did he?
“Victoria!”
“Okay, okay, okay.” I sighed and rubbed at the frown building between my eyebrows. Both my hands slid down over Sebastian’s which were still holding my cheeks and curled around the edge to remove them. “Why me,” I blurted.
Sebastian went back a step as if I’d slapped him right across the chops. “Come again?”
My arms went wide and I waved gesturing to my body that was lit by the subtly lighting in the room. I so wished it wasn’t. “Why me,”
He scratched his head and his face formed into a complex frown. He planted his hands on his hips and his right peck ticked. “Is this a trick question?”
“No.” I crabbed. “Just answer the question, will you. Why me Sebastian?”
“Okay.” he said slowly. He moved back to his seat and sat down, crossing his right leg over the left one, his chin settling on his hand. “Why you? Mmmm,”
I licked my lips and shifted on the spot. The heels were beginning to make my feet throb in time with my heartbeat. I wished he would just hurry up and tell me because I really wanted to sit down and believe it or not, I was beginning to get hungry. The food smelled really good from where I stood. “Well?” I asked when he was taking forever.
“I’m thinking.” He muttered, his eyes still watching me. Now his fingers tapped along the edge of the arm of the chair.
“Well, think quicker.” I snapped, irritably.
An eyebrow rose but still he said nothing. Then finally he spoke. “Because I love you,”
I made a face and rubbed the back of my neck, flicking my hair over my shoulder with the movement. “That’s not what I wanted to hear, Sebastian.” Man, I sounded whiney. Yeah, it was nice to hear and there was honesty to his voice, so I believed him but I wanted to hear something different. I didn’t know what exactly it was but it was something.
His brows drew together, confusion written all over his face. “It’s not?”
“No.” I said quietly. “I want to know why you want these.” I held my bra covered boobs in my hands then moved them to my belly. “Why this?” slowly, I moved them further to my thighs, circling them then settled my hands back on my hips. “Why these? What has made you change sides?”
“You make it sound like I was gay before you.”
A snort left me along with a little chuckle. “You might have well of been. I mean you switched from super skinny women that were if you admitted it and them as well—were at least seventy percent plastic to curvy goodness. I mean, the countable differences would use up all of my ten fingers. Again why me?”
There was more than seventy percent plastic but who was I to banter over a little thirty percent. I think Sebastian got my point.
Sebastian sighed and rubbed at the space just above his brow with his thumb. “Honestly?” he sighed again when I nodded. “There was something about you that made everything in my head stop dead. You’re like a whirlwind. I don’t think you intentionally do it but you have the ability to breeze into people’s lives and ruffle—“
“What?”
“Let me finish.” He raised a placating hand. I nodded again and waited for him to carry on. I just had to hear this. “You ruffle people’s feathers in a good and bad way. You are gorgeous but you don’t flaunt it because you don’t realise that you are gorgeous. You put yourself down because you expect everyone else to do that too so before they can do it, you jump in with your larger than life personality and beat them to it. What you don’t see is the men and women that look at you with want and jealousy. The men want some of that fire you ooze and naughtiness you seem to have in buckets and the women want your natural beauty.”
I scoffed at his words. He was talking out of his backside.
“So this is talking out of my backside is it?” Sebastian sneered and reached down to the belt of his trousers. His fingers made quick work of doing whatever he was doing.
I guess I spoke out loud without meaning to.
Oh okay!
Sebastian’s very erect and weeping cock sprang forth from the V of his open trousers. He grabbed the length in his fist and slowly pumped it from root to tip. “Does this look like I don’t know what I’m talking about? Let me tell you something, Victoria.” He sighed and shook his head, his hand continued to slowly pump up and down, his fist curling at the end rubbing the sap from his slit for lubrication. “Men, especially men like me do not experience erections or become turned on for women that how shall we say ‘hit every branch of the ugly tree as they fell through it’. You are not ugly, fat or whatever else goes through your mind. I will though however tell you what is going through my mind at this precise moment.”
I licked my lips, my ears barely hearing anything he was saying. I was too busy watching his hand move leisurely up and down his length. I so wanted to be that hand right now.
Sebastian’s eyes darkened to the famous denim blue. His pecks danced and his abs contracted as his fist tightened around his cock. “I’m thinking right now that there wouldn’t be anything nicer than to either have your mouth around my cock, doing that thing you do with your throat.” He groaned and his hand stuttered for a couple of seconds before resuming its steady rhythm. “Or for me to fuck those breasts of yours. I can just see my cock tunnelling through them then spurting my juice all over them.”
Hot freaking damn, I was creaming in the thong I was wearing.
A smirk lifted Sebastian’s lips. “I can see you’re interested in either one of those two ideas.” It wasn’t a question either. No, this man knew me. He knew that I loved his cock and would do practically anything to get near it and use of it.
Again, I licked my lips and shifted on the spot. This time though I wasn’t shifting on the spot because I was nervous or uncomfortable. No, this time I was shifting because the love cream in my knickers was becoming thicker and colder the more it leaked out and had nowhere to go.
“Uh...well...I could accommodate you. I prefer the first idea you had but I could do both.” I admitted.
Sebastian cocked an eyebrow and held his arms out wide. He even lifted his hips from the chair he sat on and swung them a little making his erection bob and wave at me. “Get at it.”
I didn’t need to be told twice.
As quick as I could in the heels I wore, I moved to him and dropped down so unladylike onto my knees and placed my hands on his now bare legs, his crisp hairs tickling my palms. His trousers had been pushed down to his ankles so I had free rein to feel and touch.
I glanced down at his thick, throbbing erection and leaned forward, my tongue just dipping out to lick at the weeping slit. I groaned at the taste exploding over my tongue and just had to go back for another lick.
“Don’t tease me.” Sebastian growled, his hands coming out to hold my hair out of the way. His head cocked to the side so he could watch me.
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