by D. C. Gambel
“You’re so beautiful Gaby, and so responsive.”
“Uh huh,” I agreed just wanting to feel him. I could feel him smiling as he claimed my nipple. My back arched pressing my breasts into his face. He chuckled against me then claimed the peak with his mouth.
I almost came apart at that moment, but my body knew that there were far better things to come.
Sebastian’s fingers trailed down my thigh wrapping my leg around him while his mouth and other hand played with my breasts. Within moments I was writhing against the bed needing a release. I was building and building, but there was no tumble over the top and I didn’t know how much more I could take.
“It’s not enough?” he asked knowing it wasn’t. I shook my head no, still writhing. “Do you ache?” it wasn’t a concerned question. He wanted to know if I ached for him. I nodded quickly. He nipped across my ribs causing me to moan. I rocked my hips knowing what I needed. His fingers stilled. I groaned not wanting him to stop. He smiled and continued his torture.
“Do you want me to make it stop?” I nodded quickly. “No, I want you to tell me. Tell me what you want.” I didn’t answer. I just continued to writhe on the bed. His fingers halted. That was the opposite of what I wanted.
“Touch me,” I moaned.
“I am touching you.” Sebastian flicked his finger across my lips to prove his point. I could hear the humor in his voice and I knew that he knew what I wanted, but he wanted to hear me say it.
“Not just there.”
“Ah,” he said knowingly. Sebastian’s hands teased my nipples, rolling them, flicking them. “Here?” he asked. I shook my head. “No?” he stopped his erotic torture.
I groaned. “There, but not just there. Lower.”
With one hand still playing with my tender nipple, he let his free hand drift down over my stomach I couldn’t help but move my hips as I anticipated where it was headed. His finger slid over panties and grazed my clit. “You mean here?” I moaned and nodded rapidly “Fuck, Gaby, you’re so wet. It must be like heaven inside of you.” His finger lightly grazed over the spot I wanted his touch and I cried out.
I couldn’t help myself. “I taste like it too.” This time he groaned then suddenly all contact ceased and he was moving away. My eyes shot open discombobulated.
“Lift your hips off the bed.” He spoke on his knees at my feet, but I didn’t argue.
Sebastian’s fingers gripped my panties. Agonizingly slow, I watched as he pulled them down my legs then off my feet before bringing them to his nose and inhaling, making me groan over the filthy act. I didn’t even have a moment to process that I was now completely naked in front of him. He pushed my thighs apart putting me on display. It felt so dirty and erotic that I didn’t even try to close them. I propped up on my elbows and watched him look at me. His lustful gaze devouring my body caused me to become wetter and I knew he could see that too. I saw a wicked gleam in his eye as he lowered his head down to my sex. I anticipated the feel of his tongue, but instead I felt him breathe me in.
“The way you smell makes my mouth water. Now I’m going to eat you up.” Sebastian did a long lick across my entire sex.
“Yes!” I closed my eyes as I screamed in pleasure just before he latched onto my clit. My eyes fluttered opening not wanting to miss a moment. I loved seeing his head shifting around between my thighs. He sucked my sensitive nub between his teeth and beat it with hard flicks of his tongue then he pressed two fingers deep inside me causing my head to fall back and my back to arch. It felt divine.
“Oh, yes,” I cried, but not out of satisfaction.
Sebastian groaned letting his tongue take the place of his fingers. It slipped inside tasting me at my core. He found my sweet spot and kept moving his tongue against it. His fingers reached up claiming my nipples. Every pleasure source on my body was being affected. I could feel the build happening faster than I wanted. I held back enjoying the pleasure he was causing. I didn’t want it to end. His tongue swirled and flicked. His fingers moved in a vigorous way. I threaded my fingers in his hair and pulled him tighter. Sebastian worked me harder and I moaned and cried out as waves came crashing down on me.
My eyes shot open as the waves continued to fall on me, but it was dark once more. As my pleasure ebbed, I looked around and saw I was alone. I lifted the blankets that now covered me and saw I was still dressed. There were no signs of Sebastian, but I thought I caught a whiff of his scent. I groaned as I threw myself back against my bed basking in my afterglow. Great. Now I was having sex dreams about him. Amazing sex dreams.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sebastian came to see me the next day, but I couldn’t meet his eye after the dream I had the night before. It had seemed so real and so did the awkwardness that came from it. The orgasm I woke up to didn’t help matters, neither did my demeanor.
“I don’t know how many ways I can tell you I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have anything to apologize over.”
“You’re not angry.”
“No,” I responded with my eyes nervously on the ground.
“Then why can’t you look at me?” I tried to, but the moment my eyes saw his face, I remembered that wicked glint he had in his eye before his mouth claimed my sex in my dream and my face began to flame so I looked back down. “See?”
“I’m not mad.” No, I was embarrassed. It hadn’t even been a day since I dreamt about him. It was hard standing there with him.
“I’m not imagining this awkwardness.”
“No, you’re not.” My mouth fell open the minute the words passed my lips I hadn’t meant to say that out loud.
“Then tell me what I did? When you left last night, I know things were a little weird, but I didn’t think it was enough to cause this tension. Is it because of Jade catching us? Are you worried about Damien?” He kept babbling on until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I’m not angry with you, Sebastian! I’m frustrated.”
“With me?” I groaned and shook my head. I didn’t want to explain. “Then what?” I looked up at him and his emerald gaze met mine. My face immediately blushed. “Because of last night being interrupted?” He asked hesitantly almost as if he was afraid of my answer. Yes. No. Maybe? Was that the answer?
“I don’t know. Maybe?” I knew that that was probably the most likely reason for my dirty dream. If Sebastian hadn’t gotten me hot and bothered my subconscious wouldn’t have felt the need to find me gratification in some other shape or form.
“You didn’t have to go, Gaby,” he said with a gentle smile. I could tell he was being sincere.
“It didn’t feel right.”
His smile stayed but there was a sad edge to it. “I actually came here to invite you over tomorrow night, but now…” he didn’t know. He didn’t say the last part but I could hear the words lingering in the air.
“It’s probably not the best idea with Damien around. I know you don’t like the idea of sneaking around, but if he knew…”
“Then it’d make it real?”
I hated seeing the look on his face. I knew I was hurting him by not letting go, but I just wasn’t ready. Something wasn’t letting me and I still wasn’t sure if time would help.
“Damien’s going to be out, along with most of the nest. He’s got some…meeting.” The way he said it felt like there was something being hidden, but he continued quickly. “I thought maybe we could go for a swim in the pool on the roof, see the lights of city.”
“It sounds nice.”
“Is that a yes?”
I didn’t want to go. I desperately needed some time alone, but seeing the sad look on Sebastian’s face was enough to break any resolve I had. “It’s a yes.”
I stood in the dressing room looking at three swimsuits that Shawn and I had just picked out. I had already tried on each of them and was indecisive as to which one would send the message I was trying to convey, which was, I enjoy your company, but I’m not interested in sex. Maybe some of the stuff leading up
to it, but not everything. I just need you to play it by ear and to be completely okay with me stopping things if they get too far.
“I don’t know, Gabs. Seems like a lot of pressure for an outfit,” Shawn spoke from the other side of the dressing room door. “Wouldn’t it be easier to just tell him and pick the string bikini cause it looks best on you?” The string bikini was the one Shawn had been trying to push on me all afternoon. Calling it a swimsuit was an exaggeration. The string part was right on. It was basically strings holding together two tiny triangle pieces over my nipples. I felt that if I moved, at all, the fabric might shift and expose me. I didn’t even want to get started on the bottoms.
“I have talked to him, but after the other night…”
“And your dream,” he added, almost making me regret telling him that I was having semi sex dreams about Sebastian.
“And my dream…I just want to make sure that things are clear and I think the string bikini would make things fuzzy.” And hot. And naughty. “What about the one piece?”
The one piece was a black material that was cut in strips along the sides of my ribs revealing just the right amount of skin that was both sexy yet a little modest.
“Only older women wear one pieces,” Shawn exclaimed, leaving only the white bikini. The fabric bunched between my breasts creating a rippled look across the cups of the top with wide set spaghetti straps. The bottoms were traditional bikini style with a little extra fabric on hips that folded over just slightly. Shawn had tried talking me out of it, but I liked that it didn’t appear to be modest, unless you compared it to some of the other suits we’d come across, then it definitely was.
“So the white one?” he asked in a huff.
“Yup, the white one.”
I showed up to the Angelo Tower an hour after sunset per Sebastian’s instructions. I wore my new bikini under my clothes not knowing where I’d be able to change or if that was even an option since I was trying not to cross paths with Damien.
After exiting the elevator, I headed straight to Sebastian’s room. Even if I didn’t remember which door it was, once I was close I could feel the familiar pull. Before I could knock, the door opened and Jade quickly stepped through closing it behind her.
“Hey chica,” she said while blocking the door.
“Hey,” I tried stepping around her but she moved in front of me. When I moved the opposite way, she countered again. “What’s going on Jade?”
“You can go in if you like, but Sebastian thought you might not want to.”
“Why?” I was curious.
“It’s nothing bad,” she replied hearing my tone. I tried stepping around her again, and again she blocked me.
“What the hell?”
“You might want to lower your voice. Damien’s in there.” Why was Damien in there with Sebastian? I knew they were friends, but any time Damien needed to talk to anyone, Sebastian included, they were asked to come to his office. Did Damien know that I was sort of seeing Sebastian? “See? That’s what I thought. Sebastian will meet you up on the roof when he’s done. If you want I’ll head up there with you to show you where you’re going?”
“Thanks, but I’ll figure it out.”
“Suit yourself.” She started down the hall.
“Hey Jade?” She turned back towards me. “Do you know what they’re talking about?” I asked nervously.
“It’s not what you think.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
“Because never in a million years could you possibly guess what they’re talking about.”
Before I could ask anything more, she was gone. As I pondered what she said, I made my way to the roof. I was stunned at what I saw. There wasn’t just a pool. There was an oasis. Walls of greenery were on both ends of the roof top. There was a row of canopies lined behind the pool with lounge chairs under them. There was only one side of the pool that there was nothing blocking the view and that was the side with the best view of the city.
I stripped off my jean shorts and my spaghetti strap shirt tossing them in one of the many chairs. I pulled my hair up tying it into a bun then dived into the pool. The water was surprisingly cool. When I came up, I noticed that there were motion sensors in the pool that triggered lights. As I kicked my feet to stay afloat, there were lights below me that changed every few seconds scrolling through every color of the rainbow.
I did laps and dived down to the bottom. Once I grew tired of swimming, I floated along the water letting it carry me wherever it saw fit. It was awhile, but Sebastian hadn’t joined me.
I climbed out of the pool and found my phone that I had discarded in a lounge chair along with my clothes. It had been thirty minutes since I had made it to the roof top. Part of me wanted to check on him, see if there was a problem, but I thought about what it would look like if Damien saw me. I just wasn’t ready to answer any questions or allegations, so I sent him a text. I sat there waiting for another ten. With no response, I wrapped myself in a towel and went to find him.
I padded across the cold floor down the hall to Sebastian’s room. I was glad I had sat out of the pool for those ten minutes. They had helped dry me some so I wasn’t leaving wet footprints on the floor. I listened for a moment outside his door. I knew it was pointless. Damien did his best to make everything sound proof. Privacy was important. I cracked opened the door leaving it only slightly jarred.
“Sebastian?” I whispered softly not knowing if he was alone. I peeked my head in and saw that he was. He was sitting on his bed in his swim trunks with his elbows on his knees. His blonde head hung between his shoulders. He looked broken. “Sebastian?” I called a little louder. His head snapped up like I startled him.
“Gaby, I was just on my way up.”
I let my eyes graze over him. There was sadness on his face that I had seen before, but I could not remember when.
“No you weren’t,” I said with a smile trying to lighten his mood. “I’ve been up there nearly an hour.”
He grabbed his phone off the nightstand to check the time. “Shit,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry, Gaby. I guess I lost track of time. Do you wanna go up again?”
I thought about it for a moment. I had become bored with it, but that was swimming alone. I wanted to spend time with Sebastian so I nodded.
Making our way up was done in silence. Something seemed to be distracting Sebastian. Once we were there, I shimmied out of my towel. When I turned I saw Sebastian staring at me. He didn’t bother trying to hide his ogling by looking away when I caught him. His face looked pained.
“What no good?” I asked with my hands out to my sides, thinking perhaps he didn’t like my suit.
“No.” My brow shot up. He smiled softly. “You look beautiful.”
I blushed. “Shall we?” I gestured to the pool. I dived in much the same as earlier. Sebastian took the walking in slowly approach. “It’s easier if you do it all at once.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
I swam up to him once he was waist deep. “Come on. Stop being a baby.” I tried tugging him down, but he barely budged so I decided on a different approach. I stood letting the cool night air hit my skin.
“Gaby?” he warned, but I ignored him stepping into him wrapping my arms around his neck pressing my chest to him. He winced as my cold body met his, but after a few seconds his hands wrapped around my waist. I smiled then stood on my toes pressing my lips to his. Sebastian moved us deeper into the water, forgetting the cold as his lips moved against mine. I wrapped my legs around him before slipping my tongue past his lips. His fingers found my hair and pulled me back.
“What’s wrong?” I asked when I saw the troubled look on his face.
“I can’t do this.” I pulled back a little more so I could see him better in the changing lights.
“Is it because I won’t go further?” Was that why he was upset? I knew that things were different for men. If they got riled up and didn’t find some gratification then it could be pa
inful. Was that what I had been doing to Sebastian?
“What?” His brow furrowed. “No. I told you before that I’d take you however you’d let me. I just worry that after tonight it won’t be the same.”
“Why? Is something happening?” I didn’t know what could make me want to change how we were together. Sebastian didn’t answer. I decided to try it a different way. “So you think tomorrow is going to be different for us?” He nodded looking at the water. “Then shouldn’t you be trying to take advantage of tonight and deal with tomorrow tomorrow?”
“I can’t be that asshole to you, Gaby.”
“Let tomorrow’s Gaby deal with that. Like Scarlett O’Hara said “Tomorrow’s another day” and all that.”
“Gaby...” he sighed.
“Sebastian…” I mocked.
“I’m trying to be a good guy here. I don’t want you to hate me.”
“Stop being a boy scout, Sebastian. Either tell me why you think things will change between us tomorrow or shut up and kiss me.” His eyes flicked to mine. I could see him struggling. “Maybe tonight I won’t ask you to stop.” I knew it was wrong to play that card. I wasn’t ready and wasn’t sure if I ever would be, but I didn’t know what changes might come our way. I knew that I didn’t want to have any regrets. They say it’s easier to regret what you do then to regret what you don’t do and I felt that Sebastian was something I wanted to do.
His lips slammed against mine hard and fast. Along with them came so much heat and passion. I moaned against them and writhed against him. I could feel his erection pressed between my legs. Sebastian cupped my head back exposing my neck. He then traced the contours with his lips and tongue.
“I still think this is a bad idea,” he whispered against my ear before nibbling my lobe between his teeth.