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  Wetness that was only partially there when he first thrust inside was now present with a vengeance. Slurping, dripping and clapping filled the room along with our labouring breaths. My pussy sucked and fucked with Sebastian every time he pushed and pulled.

  A growl emanated from his chest when my pussy tightened around him. Kisses in the form of flutters buttered up and down his cock. I could feel the intense pressure of my orgasm building.

  “That’s it.” Sebastian grunted, his hips gyrating even faster, his flesh slapping and clapping against my own, angrily and thirstily. “Come over me. Take my cock and milk it. Take it, Victoria.”

  I bounced on the edge of the desk, my hands scraping against the wood. My head bounded back and fourth as my eyes pinched shut. I needed something else, something more, something deeper but I didn’t know what.

  Adjusting my position and his pistoning into me, I took one of my hands from the desk, placed it on Sebastian’s sweaty and slippery chest and dug my nails into his taut flesh, gripping him as the first wave of my orgasm began to tunnel down my inside tubes.

  I threw my head back and screamed out Sebastian’s name along with a blue streak so long, I was sure I ran out of swear words. My orgasm slammed into gear, ramming her way through my body as I gushed and whipped around on Sebastian’s cock, riding the thick, juicy piece of meat like I was riding a mechanical bull. The force of my orgasm squeezed him from my body, sending him stumbling back, surprise written all over his face before that determined, arrogant look came back with full force.

  Sebastian raced back to the desk and gripped both of my boobs in his hands and moulded them until I fought with him against the pain of him grasping them too tight. I swatted his hands from my chest and glared up at him as my orgasm continued to surf through me, wracking my body with bouts of spasms and ticks.

  “That hurt.” I snapped, trying to move from the desk even though I was still partially in ecstasy.

  Sebastian shook his head. “You’re not feeling it if it hurt.” He said, moving back in between my legs. His hand gripped his erection which was coated in my juices and guided himself back inside my pulsing channel. The reddened bulbous head slipped inside then he bucked himself back into me, causing me to groan and slam back against the desk.

  My legs of their own accord wrapped around his waist again, the muscles moaning and screaming against the width of him but I dug through it and felt the intense pleasure beginning to build back up with every thrust and swerve of his hips grinding into me.

  “Come again.” Sebastian ordered. His face fierce and pulled tight with intense lines bracketing his mouth. He was panting heavily with exertion and spittle flew as he spoke. “Now, Victoria.” His brown hair stuck out in all different directions, strands of it soaked in his own sweat along with my releases.

  I screamed out loud again, so loud my own voice hurt my ears as another orgasm was pulled from me at his stern command. My back arched off the sweaty wood, my boobs bouncing and slapping with every quick pound of his hips. I squeezed my eyes shut as more pleasure than I thought I could handle zoomed through my body, cascading at speeds that I didn’t even know was possible.

  Liquid warmth gushed and dribbled from my hole, coating both him and me. The spillage spurted and splashed against Sebastian’s taught abs and over my rounded stomach. It then slithered down and gathered in between the valley of my cheeks. My arse slid along the desk thanks to this thick, warm, sticky stuff and coated the back of me the more my orgasm went on.

  Sebastian’s hands tightened on my hips, his body becoming increasingly tighter. The veins in his neck pulled taught and thickened and his face reddened, his eyes pinched tightly shut, a grimace written over his features.

  “That’s it.” He panted out, his hips never stopping their assault. “Now it’s my turn. I’m going to come inside you, Victoria. Bathe you in my cum. Give you so much of it, It’ll overflow before I’ve even finished with you.”

  I moaned and gripped his forearms in my hands at his dirty words, wanting him to do exactly that but it wasn’t until I felt the impossible swell of his cock did I realise that he was bare and going to come inside me.

  Shit.

  “Sebastian.” I licked my dry lips and tried to keep my eyes open as I furiously bounced up and down on the desk, my back rubbing painfully against the damp wood. My hair had come out of its band and clips and was stuck underneath my sweat covered back so every upward motion pulled on the strands.

  “Not now.” He shouted. His fingers dug into my flesh as his cock shuttled in and out of my body. His back straightened and his eyes dropped down to where we were connected, watching his glistening and soaked flesh disappear inside me.

  “Don’t come inside me, pull out.” I said quickly as he stilled, fusing his hips to mine, trying to climb up on the table to get even more inside me then he already was. That’s when I felt it, the stream, jet, piston of his warm man liquid shooting inside me, against my walls, spraying them, coating them with his personalised essence.

  “Can’t,” He hissed as more of his salty cream flooded my pussy. “Fuck, Victoria. You’re killing me.”

  Anger so red and nasty coursed through me as I watched from my bound position underneath him, the pleasurable ecstasy written on his face as his release continued to pour into me. It felt like a bucket load had been unleashed from him.

  “Get off me.” I shoved at his shoulders, my body writhing underneath him.

  Sebastian, the fucker held on until the last spurt of his cum left him before standing back up. But did he back away? No. He looked down at me and grabbed my hands in his to stop me from hitting him and held them up over my head. “What is your problem?”

  “What’s my problem?” I screeched as I shot him the meanest glare I could muster. “You came inside me after I told you to pull out.”

  Sebastian blinked at me then the fucker had the cheek to smirk. “Yes and I remember you loved it.”

  Was this the same man from the other night that had effectively pledged himself to me? Because if it was, he didn’t seem like it. It seemed as if that guy had left the building or more precisely left me this morning and been swapped with this arsehole on top of me.

  “Get. Off. Me.” I said between clenched teeth. I pulled my legs up and kicked out at him. Sebastian stumbled backwards giving me enough time to push myself up off the desk. The moment I stood up, I winced at the soreness penetrating my pussy then felt his load seep down my legs. I opened my thighs in a semi crouch and looked down to see thick white streams of the stuff slithering it’s way down the inside of my thighs.

  I was right; it looked like a shed load of it.

  “You bastard,”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Perceptive little shit, aren’t you?

  I threw the folded, tatty newspaper down onto my piece of shit coffee table and groaned out loud as I sat back into my sofa. This was ridiculous. How was I supposed to find somewhere else to live literally two and a half weeks before Christmas?

  Every estate agent I called wanted either a hefty deposit that I so couldn’t afford or they wanted absurd amounts of rent each week which okay I could afford but it would leave me with practically nothing left after each payday. Who wanted to live like that? I know I didn’t. I couldn’t, not with the price of gas and electricity being hiked up every damn minute and everything else along with them.

  So I’d gone to the private sector, contacting landlords themselves but they were just as bad. They wanted even more money up front, again, something I didn’t have.

  What I could afford was HMO and I vowed to myself that I wouldn’t be going there again. I’d lived in enough care homes as a child to know and be aware of what went on. I’d also lost a shit load of stuff in those places because people couldn’t keep their hands to themselves so, as an adult now, I wasn’t going to be effectively putting myself back into that situation.

  My phone vibrated on the table, dancing across the scarred surface. I didn’t nee
d to pick it up to know it was Sebastian. He’d done nothing but bug the shit out of me since our little fuck fest in his office. That’s how I referred to it as any other description didn’t warrant it.

  I’d ignored him and damn right too.

  I’d told him time and time again not to come inside me and did he listen? No. Instead, he’d got his arrogant head on and thought “fuck her” and come his lot inside me not caring about the repercussions.

  Of course, I was and had worried for nothing because I got my period this morning but it wasn’t the point, after all, I still had the added worry of not knowing for sure whether he’d been porking someone else as well. Things could have gone differently and I wasn’t entirely sure what I would have done if something had of come out of him and me being together.

  I mean, I could barely look after myself let alone a child and just the thought of being like my birth mother, despising me because she didn’t want me, no, I couldn’t do that and didn’t want to go through that, plus, what if he did give me an STI or ‘Crabs’ for that matter? Little bugs crawling all over my ‘Lady Garden’ oh it didn’t bare thinking about!

  After all, who would or could?

  The phone stopped dancing and the light turned off signalling Sebastian had given up for a couple of minutes at least. The last time that happened, I counted four minutes before he called back.

  Luckily, I’d avoided him because of work and travelling but something told me that if he really wanted to contact me, he’d have been at every corner I turned but he wasn’t. In effect, that told me that he knew he was in the wrong.

  My eyes flicked over to my stereo where the CD changer swapped over to another disc. Seconds later, my own compilation CD began to play and Nan Vernon’s “Love Hurts” sounded eerily through my speakers.

  My head dropped back against the worn cushions and my eyes closed as I listened to the haunting voice flow through my living room, blocking the toots from cars outside.

  The buzzing from my phone made me shake my head and reach over blindly for it. I grabbed the piece of plastic in my hands and frowned down at it. One minute you could go days, weeks even without someone phoning you then one day, your phone doesn’t stop making a racket.

  Today was one of those days.

  I flicked through the missed calls and deleted the list. All were Sebastian anyway. That will teach him to eat static for a while until I’m ready to speak to him which wasn’t now. I erased the messages until I saw Brad’s name.

  “Hmmm,” I murmured as I opened the text message.

  **Hey you. Fancy meeting for dinner? My treat. Brad.**

  I nibbled on my thumb nail as I stared at the screen. I wondered if I could be bothered to get re-dressed or not and face the outside world.

  “Oh fuck it.” I said jumping up from the sofa. I ran to my bedroom and dug through my now freshly washed wardrobe for thick, warm clothing.

  ****

  “Look at you.” I smiled and reached out to pat Brad’s cold cheek. “My own personal secret fantasy,” I gushed, batting my eyelids. “A cop in his entire getup, I bet you look just eatable under all that uniform.”

  Brad swatted my hand away as his tanned cheeks reddened to a nice ruddy colour and not just from the cold either. “Stop it.” He laughed and settled back into his seat.

  Yup, he was embarrassed.

  I leaned into the table, my hand resting under my chin and watched him. He did look much more handsome in his PC uniform. There was something arresting about him. “You didn’t tell me you were a Cop.”

  Brad shoulders lifted in a shrug as he folded his heavy black jacket over the back of the spare chair facing us. “It’s not something I go around advertising.”

  My brows pulled together as I reached over for the menu. I plucked the laminated thing up and scanned the list of endless foods. I blew my lips out in a raspberry and eyed the dinner section. “Why’s that?”

  “Because I don’t know how people will react. Some people are entirely fine with it whilst others sneer, shy away or think it gives them the right to take their problems out on me. So I don’t tell them until necessary.”

  My head lolled back and fourth as I thought about what he had said. It made sense really. I could just imagine the people he must have to deal with that think he’s the whole justice system rolled into one.

  “Anyway,” I cleared my throat and ideally played with the menu in my fingers. “The ex contacted you yet?”

  Brad looked up from his own menu, his brows drawn tight over his eyes. His dark eyes were troubled and weary all at the same time. “No.”

  Uh-huh, sure.

  “You’re lying.”

  He blew out a breath and sat back in his seat, the menu forgotten from his hands. His fingers went straight to his eyes where he rubbed them, suddenly looking extremely tired.

  “Talk to me.” I whispered, tilting my head to the side, watching and waiting for him.

  “What would you say if I told you she asked me to get back together?”

  My eyes widened as I shifted in my seat. Now, this was interesting. “Seriously,”

  Brad nodded slowly, still eyeing me wearily. “Yeah, she contacted me on Monday and we kind of got talking and it came about that she was by herself.” His face pinched together. “She asked me if I had met anyone and I said no and that’s when she said that we could give it a go again.”

  Well, hot damn.

  “Can I take your orders?” a woman appeared at our side with a small pad in her hand and a pen poised above said pad. My eyes flicked over her and I felt my nose curl up at the side. She was a suicide blonde with a bad root problem and she stunk of some cheap perfume that smelled like toilet freshener. What was it with those women thinking they needed to use the whole bottle?

  My nose twitched and my eyes watered a little when she leaned into the table. I opened my mouth to tell her that she needed to lay off the scent when Brad cut in. “could you give us a minute?”

  The woman’s blue eyes narrowed beneath the triple thick layer of mascara she’d caked on before she nodded and moved onto a bunch of workmen that had just come in making a nuisance of themselves.

  “Here.” Brad handed me another one of his handkerchiefs.

  I looked down at the cotton folded in his hands and couldn’t help the snort that fell from me. “You carry those around, seriously?”

  He looked sheepish and that ruddy colour flared across his cheeks. “My Mum makes them for me and well, I don’t like telling her no.”

  Ah, he was so God damned sweet.

  “Thanks.” I snatched the thing up and wiped my eyes and nose.

  Minutes later, the waitress with too much make up on and perfume returned with her trusty pad in hand, her eyes eating up Brad. I shook my head as I told her I’d take the lasagne. Poor Brad had a little bit of a hard time getting his order out without blushing or messing up his words. He really was sweet.

  The phone in my bag buzzed again for the millionth time today. I ignored it, again. Sebastian could eat static until I was ready to speak with him and right now, I wasn’t.

  Brad looked over at me as he drunk his coffee that had just been delivered. “You gonna answer that?”

  “Answer what?” I asked, playing coy.

  A dark eyebrow rose. He set the cup down on the table and stapled his fingers around the rim. “Your phone,” He nodded in the direction of my bag which hung over the back of my chair. “I’ve counted near on twenty times it’s buzzed since you’ve sat down.”

  “Perceptive little shit, aren’t you?”

  Our dinner arrived; lucky for us the waitress with the exuberant smell didn’t deliver it otherwise I might have tasted her perfume in my dinner. I picked up my knife and fork which were wrapped in a shitty little napkin. I dug into my food and looked up to see Brad watching me, his food still untouched. I sighed and dropped the cutlery down with a clatter. “What?”

  Brad licked his lips and shuffled in his chair. “What’s up?” />
  “Nothing,” I answered a little heatedly. What was the feeling with him to unload anything and everything on him? There were things I told Jen but sometimes when something particular happened, I kept it to myself.

  Okay, there were a million things wrong. The most important and the thing getting to me was the fact that I needed to find a place to live. So what? I didn’t have to worry about Sebastian getting me pregnant anymore but I had been worried even though I’d rushed to the chemist and bought one of those morning after pill thingies. I wasn’t even sure the things worked seeing as I’d never used them before. To be honest, it had scared the shit out of me.

  The Cop reached across the table and took hold of my hand. At first I kept my hand curled up, not needing his warmth but gradually it sunk in. The sigh that left my mouth made my shoulders droop. “It’s okay to lean on other people, Vic. You don’t have to do everything yourself. There are people out there willing to help you.” He smiled, making his brown eyes shine and warm up. “Including me and remember, a problem shared is a problem aired.”

  God, what a cliché? Anyway... “The man that had my heart in his hand is back.”

  “I figured.” Brad nodded and let go of my hand to pick up his own knife and fork. I watched from my chair, as he dug into his meal whilst I told him about Sebastian and me. I told him about work and the touching moment at my place that in effect bought me and Sebastian to our knees. I told him about becoming homeless then about my fears about Jen giving birth for the first time and then about Naomi and Baby Leo then about the pregnancy scare.

  By the time I was finished explaining half my life story to the man, half the cafe was empty and the sky outside was completely black. My eyes flicked up to the Christmas lights the Council had put up that wrapped around the tops of street lamps that lined the roads.