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  Shaking my head, I turned around, giving him my back again. I couldn’t stand there looking at him. He was playing hell with my body even from the small distance between us. Like I’d told Brad, I wanted to seriously do some damage to Sebastian, cause him some of the hurt he’d caused me but at the same time, my body craved his touch, craved his attention and most annoyingly, craved him.

  “I think it’s best if you go.” How many times did I have to say it for him to actually get the message and leave?

  “I’m not leaving without us talking first.” He said stubbornly as he crossed his arms over his chest, his jaw tightening to a stubborn point.

  I threw my hands up in the air and moved to my locker where my bag was. “Fine by me, talk to yourself because I’m going.”

  Not even ten seconds later, Sebastian grabbed my arm and spun me around. He lifted me up and pushed me against the locker, his mouth going straight to my neck, where he licked a path around my pulse then bit against it making me hiss. He groaned into my skin and licked the sting up, his hot tongue burning against my neck.

  “Sebastian.”

  “I need you.” He breathed into my neck. “Please, just once.”

  My brows pulled together as my hands squeezed his shoulders, arithmetically. “What, you want me to drop my panties right now for you so you can get your rocks off, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me?”

  Chapter Six

  Just one more time.

  “Just one more time,” He pleaded. His face was still buried in my neck, his lips pressing against my skin, placing light almost non existent kisses there. “Let me feel you one more time then I’ll let you go.”

  “Seriously,”

  “Yes.” He pulled back, letting me slide down his body. I looked up into his eyes seeing them the colour of denim and wide, almost like a child asking for a treat. “Just one more time,”

  This was wrong, it was all fucking wrong. I shouldn’t let him nowhere near me especially after what he did but my body was burning and it had his burned brand of stamp written all over me.

  “Okay.” I told him quietly as I swallowed loudly.

  What am I doing?

  He smiled a little and seemed to take his own deep breath. His face came closer to mine, his lips a hair away from my own slightly trembling ones. “Kiss me.” His voice sounded unused even though he’d only spoken seconds ago.

  I pulled back, sucking in a gasp. My eyes searched his frantically. This wasn’t the same Sebastian. The old Sebastian never wanted to kiss me, made it a rule and now this one wanted my lips on his. “Kiss you?”

  Sebastian nodded and moved into my space, pushing me harder against the cold metal of the locker, trapping me effectively. His hands rested tightly on my hips, his fingers gripping me then releasing me. “Kiss me.” He ordered again through shaky words.

  I tilted my head up and closed my eyes as I pressed my lips to his mouth. My stomach quivered and my heart lurched in my chest. Tears sprung to my eyes when I felt the electricity jump between us, the peace that ran through me, the tension in my shoulders leaving me, leaving me to sag against him as my mouth opened.

  His sweet pink tongue drifted almost hesitantly into my mouth. The taste of mint and tea assaulted my senses as I stroked his tongue with mine. He groaned into my heat and gripped my body tighter, as if he didn’t want to let go of me, as if he were afraid.

  The hands on my hips tightened almost painfully, the tips of his fingers digging into my flesh. I could barely breathe because my boobs were pressed against his chest, tightly. His weight pushed me more into the locker, my back digging into one of the locks. His hips flicked in little rhymed ticks against me as his tongue worked in and out of my mouth, stroking, prodding and licking.

  “Oh, Victoria,” He breathed when we pulled apart. He buried his face in my neck again, his arms like a vice around me. “I’ve missed you so.”

  My eyes stayed closed at his words. I held onto his slightly trembling body as he continued to breathe into my neck. His hands roamed all over my body as if he couldn’t get enough. One hand dropped down to my skirt to pull it up whilst the other held the small of my back.

  His hand drifted up under my skirt, his fingertips tickling my stocking covered leg. His fingers stilled when they reached bare skin. He pulled back and looked at me quizzically. “What’s this?” he asked, his voice had deepened to a sultry, sexy mix.

  I shrugged, knowing exactly what he could feel. I stood back and watched his eyes brighten like a kid in a candy shop.

  Sebastian dropped down onto his knees in front of me; his shaky hands pushing up my skirt until the top of my bare legs were on show. “Oh my fucking God,” He groaned and ran his hands all over and around the tops of the lace topped stockings. His fingers gripped the strips of fabric that held onto the belt. He yanked them and followed to where they attached higher. He pushed the material of my skirt over the roundness of my bare bottom and sucked in a breath at the lacy thong that I had on.

  “Save me now.” He murmured as he buried his face in my crotch. He inhaled deeply and groaned his appreciation. A deep rumble of male satisfaction grumbled in his chest.

  My eyes closed on a sigh as his hot breath spread over me. I shivered when he parted my legs than ran his fingers up and down the insides of my thighs, catching the weak point behind my knees. He pressed into that little indent, making my legs shake. His arm came up and pressed across my stomach, keeping me held up.

  “I’ve missed how much you taste.” He inhaled again and blew out the breath against my core, listening to me moan. “I’ve missed how much you smell like ripe honey, I’ve missed how much your pussy contracts around me and sucks my cock and me inside. I’ve missed how much your pussy likes me inside her, how much your clit strums for me. Most of all though.” He looked up at me with wide dark blue eyes, his face serious. “I’ve missed you.”

  Tears came to my eyes. God, what was it with him and crying? Before him I’d be lucky if I’d cried five times in my life then since him, he’d done nothing but made me want to cry. God, I felt like a girl.

  “Don’t, Sebastian.”

  “You need to know, Victoria.” Hands gripped my thong at the sides then suddenly it was missing. I stared down at Sebastian with my jaw slack. “Sorry.” He said sounding anything but sorry. “They were in my way.”

  “They were expensive.” I argued as I watched the flimsy material fall to the floor next to his knee.

  That brow of his rose as he looked up at me, those eyes of his boring into me. “You’d have had a lot more if you hadn’t of kept sending them back to me, wouldn’t you.”

  I scowled down at him as my body lost some of its burning internal flame. “Don’t start that.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Good because this is just a one time thing. The moment this ends, we go our separate ways. Forever,”

  Why did saying those words send a streak of hurt wrapped in wrongness through me?

  “I know.” Sebastian murmured quietly. He swallowed, loud enough for me to hear it. “I wish it were different.”

  My mouth opened to tell him that it was his fault that it wasn’t different but I kept my mouth shut. Instead, I took a deep breath and pushed my hips against his face. “Weren’t you supposed to be doing something?”

  Sebastian smiled up at me but his smile held nothing but fake emotions, same with his eyes. They’d lost his darkness, the sultriness and sexiness. Now, all they held were contempt and apologies. Both of which I didn’t want.

  Sorry meant nothing right now.

  As if he heard those words spoken out loud, Sebastian nodded and tilted his head back down until he was face to face with my pussy. He bit his lip as he spread my legs further out, so his knees could take their place.

  He buried his face in my pussy, his hot breath wafting all over her. The wetness and heat of his tongue drifting through my folds had me stretching my calf muscles as I stood up on my tiptoes, shivers wracking my body. I’d drea
med of him doing this to me many a time but it never felt or I’d never imagined it feeling like this. This is and was different from the last time he’d made me squirt all over him. The feel of him there now was different.

  His smooth hands came up and cupped my arse cheeks from the back, moulding and shaping them as his tongue continued to sail through my juices, licking them up and out of me as he went through back to front. In the small room, his sucking sounds could be heard along with my heavy breaths.

  My legs quivered along with my stomach as his warm, expert tongue reached inside me, scraping my walls, pulling all of my cream from me, sucking it down his throat in gulps. The moment he swallowed that load down, he was back with more intent, intent on sucking my love mayonnaise from my body into his.

  The hum of his appreciation of my taste rumbled and vibrated against my tender core. My nether lips trembled when he sucked them into his mouth and laved his tongue along the length of them. I squeezed my eyes closed in pure ecstasy when he bit into the fleshy, pouting lips and sucked up the sting, causing more of my thick, rich cream to dribble from my hole...right into his waiting mouth.

  I guess when he’d had his fill, he moved onto my clit. That extremely warm and experienced tongue on his stroked her up and down, round and round, over and back again. “That’s it.” I gasped and trembled when he hit the right spot next to my clit. It wasn’t directly on it but just above it. One hand left my bum cheek and came through the space between my legs and opened me up for his probing love licker to enter back inside me.

  Sebastian’s tongue moved between my legs and wiggled inside me as he thrust it up into my cavern, taking the new cream that had gathered around me. My legs shook and my hands fisted in his hair, not giving a fuck about the no touching rule.

  “Yesss,” I hissed when his tongue pulled out of me and his fingers filled the void. His wet slope moved back down to my clit and tongued and licked her ferociously with intent as his fingers went to work. There was no place my little throbbing ball could hide.

  My hips jerked and worked against his face, fucking his mouth and hand. Just that little bit more and I’d have an orgasm that wasn’t earned by my own hand or my B.O.B. and it was about freaking time too.

  Sebastian pulled back enough for me to see him, my musky scented juices already coated the bottom half of his face, glistening in the subtle light coming through the window. “Come in my mouth. Come for me, Victoria.”

  And did I ever.

  His voice seemed to switch on something inside me that I’d been struggling to deal with.

  My mouth opened on a silent scream as my orgasm whipped through me. My stomach tightened and my legs strung themselves out straight, like a coiled spring. My hands held on tightly to his hair as my juices gushed from me more, the rush of orgasm whizzing through my clit, making her tingle and thrill beneath the thickness of her hood.

  “That’s it. Good girl.” Sebastian crooned easing his mouth from me, his fingers still working inside me but slower now, bringing me down.

  I leaned my head back against the cold metal as my heart jack hammered in my chest, threatening to pop out and land at my feet. I let go of Sebastian’s hair in my fists and brought them up to my face. I rubbed them up and down my face, feeling the heat that had built up coming out onto my cheeks.

  I ran my hands through my hair and stared as Sebastian pushed up from the floor and stood in front of me, his hands going straight to his trousers. I watched his shaking hands trying to get his belt undone then the fiddly buttons on his trousers.

  His thick, heavily veined cock sprung free of its confines, hanging there heavy and ready. The head was a heavy purple colour looking extremely angry and pissed, wanting attention. A little of his sap dribbled from the slit beneath the protection of his hood. I reached forward and gathered the opaque liquid on my finger then brought it to my mouth, sucking my digit into my warmth, feeling the salty but sweet flavour exploding over my tongue.

  I closed my eyes and relished the last time I had done this. It was the night with the strawberries and chocolates where I’d sucked him down good and proper.

  A groan had my eyes snapping open. I looked up at Sebastian to see his eyes had turned back to the colour of denim and those denim eyes were watching my mouth intently probably wondering what I was actually going to be doing with it.

  I smiled around my finger and reached down for his cock, fisting his impressive thickness in my hand, feeling his pulse in my palm. I pulled him to me, hearing his hitched breathing as he came closer. I wanted that big thing inside me, breaking me apart.

  “I want you.” Sebastian whispered as he pushed against me, invading my space. His hands went under my legs to my arse where he lifted me for me to wrap my legs around him, his sticky, wet, used fingers dug into my flesh.

  “I’m too heavy.” I said wriggling in his arms, trying to get him to put me down.

  “Nonsense,” He muttered dismissively as he held me up against the metal locker. He then removed one hand from my arse and brought it to my sleeveless blouse where he began to unbutton the little black buttons. He blinked at the support bra that I had on.

  Yeah, it wasn’t the best looking or sexiest but it supported my heavy rack and to me, that’s all that mattered...sometimes.

  His brows furrowed as he stared at the thick material. “How?” he asked, his fingers tracing the edges of it.

  “How what?”

  Biting his bottom lip with concentration marring his face, he reached around to the back; making me arch so he could get the big thing unlatched. Finally after his fingers working for what seemed like forever and a string of curses later from his mouth, the bra fell forward, letting my boobs spill free.

  “Damn.” Sebastian whispered against my chest. He pushed the bra free, letting it droop down between us. He rubbed his smooth cheek against the tops of my boobs, leaving my own musky smell all over me. He turned his head; pressing kisses over the mounds then buried his head in the middle of them and licked a line from in between them to the nipples where he circled my darkened circles with his warm, wet tongue before taking them into his mouth and sucking, hard.

  I cried out sharply when my nipple reached the roof of his mouth, the flick of his tongue running over the pointed, hard tip before letting it leave his mouth with an audible pop.

  Sebastian smiled up at me; his lips a rosy red colour and pillowed his eyes glassy and hooded. “Love your breasts, Victoria. They taste like sheer heaven.”

  Yeah, I’d take his word for that seeing as I didn’t know, personally.

  He chuckled against my skin as he reached for the second boob and held it in his palm or tried to. He licked at the hard bud like a cat with a plate of fresh, thick cream before taking that too into his mouth and sucking hard. I arched against him, my tingling core pressing against his coffee stained shirt as he continued sucking, lathing his soft tongue over the tip. His cock pressed against my bottom, making me wiggle against it, leaving a wet trail of moisture in its wake.

  “Enough.” I gasped out. My nipples felt like cut glass had been scraped over the tips. Even the air in the room felt rough against them.

  “I could devour them forever.”

  “Hmmm,”

  Sebastian looked up at me as he positioned himself, jiggling me around in his arms. I felt the head of his cock pressed against my bare centre. “Are you ready?”

  “Yessss,” I groaned and closed my eyes as he began to push in, his thickness stretching my fleshy pouty lips wide open.

  Bare.

  My hands clamped down on the top of his shoulders. “No.” I shouted, stilling him and myself.

  “What?” he asked, worry coating his voice?

  I patted his shoulders with the palm of my hands, and then pushed at him. “Out, let me down. Now,”

  Sebastian pulled back to look at me. His brows had furrowed and worry seeped out of his eyes. “What’s the matter, Victoria? Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” I shook my head an
d pushed against his chest this time, wiggling to be let down. “Put me down, please.”

  Slowly, he slid me down his body, his pulsing erection flicked and bounced against me. I pushed away from him and moved to the other side of the room, holding my blouse closed over my loose, bouncing boobs.

  Sebastian’s eyes followed me as I moved. “What the hell?”

  “You’re bare.” I said quietly as I struggled to get my bra back up in place over my boobs. They hurt like hell.

  Oh, my God. How stupid was I? I’d been so wrapped up in pleasure, so wrapped up in Sebastian freaking Blackwell that I didn’t even think about protection. I was so wrapped up in the heat of the moment that I wasn’t even thinking about the consequences, how fucking stupid of me.

  He hitched his hands on his bare hips. His lavender coloured shirt stained with the coffee pulled across his wide, sculptured chest. “Bare?” he asked, clearly confused.

  “Yes.” I snapped and thrust a hand in the direction of his very pissed off cock sticking out from between his legs. God, it looked so lickable and lush but...“We were going to have unprotected sex.”

  Sebastian blinked at me, confusion still marring his face. “And,”

  “And,” I exploded, throwing my arms wide. “You think you can come back to me after six months and just stick it in without wrapping it first? Do you not care about yourself let alone me?”

  “You’re on contraception.” he said simply.

  “No, I am not, Sebastian. Shows how much you know.”

  When I’d met him for the first time on that famous Friday, I’d still been covered then and for a month and some afterwards by the injection. After the contraceptive had ran out, I hadn’t gotten it renewed and had been au natural since then.

  “Why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why are you not on anything?”

  “Because I’m not,” As if it was any of his business anyway. “And even if I was, you should still be wearing something.” I argued as I pulled down on my skirt, trying to get it back over my hips.