Page 13 of Bristol

“Tell you what, if you hate it, I’ll cook you whatever your heart desires, but you at least have to take one bite. Just one,” he propositions.

I sigh. One bite won’t kill me. I put my hands up. “Okay, okay. One bite.”

He smiles a victorious smile, like he’s just won the fair maiden’s heart by winning a jousting match. Suddenly I’ve forgotten all about food. That desire I felt earlier is rearing its head, begging me to let it take over. To touch him. To take him. To finally have someone because I want them, not because I’m forced to.

Somewhere in my fucked-up mind, the lingering alcohol presses its way through to the forefront and all but hurls me forward. I don’t know where this is coming from but I’m walking across his apartment, around the bar that separates the kitchen from the living room. Sebastian eyes me curiously and he only has a second for the realization of what I’m doing to hit him before my lips are on his.

His hand tangles in my hair, drawing an audible moan from my throat. He tilts my head back by pulling my hair, just a bit. I’ve never wanted someone with this urgency before. Sebastian runs his hands down my back until he’s cupping my ass. In one swift move, he lifts me up and my legs wrap around his waist. His hard length meets my aching pussy there and the excitement that courses through me is almost too much to bear. I want to know what it feels like to fuck someone that I want. Sebastian carries me across the apartment until he’s setting me down gently on a soft surface. I open my eyes as he hovers over me and see his bedroom. Much like all the other rooms, completely blacked out.

His eyes are wild with desire, searching mine for a beat before his lips crash into mine. His hands roam my body, the feel of his fingers the most heavenly sensation I’ve endured in all my life. He grips at the hem of my shirt and I sit up so that he can take it off. I tug at his the same. Once I get his shirt off, my hands roam over the tattoos that cover his chest. The intricate designs of black ink that interconnect from his breastbone, over his shoulders, and down both of his arms. My hands trace the lines, mesmerized by the beauty of the man hovering over me.

He places his hand on my face, looking directly into my soul.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asks.

I nod, letting my eyes flutter closed beneath his touch. I want this so fucking much. Sebastian lowers me to my feet, undoing my boots and taking them off gently before removing my blue jeans. I’m left in only my bra and underwear. I lean up and undo the strap of my bra, baring my chest to him. He gazes at my large breasts. His eyes linger on them for a few seconds then slowly climbs up my body until his nose is on my abdomen, his mouth just above my navel. He runs his tongue in a circular motion around my navel then down toward the top of my brand new silky black thong.

I whimper at the feel of his mouth hot on my skin. He hooks his thumbs in the band of my underwear and pulls them down, exposing me to him. I shiver in anticipation of what’s to come. This is the one thing I’ve wanted for so long. Sebastian runs a finger down over my clit to my sleek entrance.

“Oh fuck, Bristol,” he groans, putting his glazed digit into his mouth. I watch with half-horror and half-excitement. He hums his approval before his tongue grazes my entrance, flicking slowly up to my clit. He sucks it gently into his mouth, running his tongue over it simultaneously. I arch my back at the heavenly sensation. Oh my God, I didn’t know anything could feel this damn good.

He continues his sweet torture on my clit until I’m unraveling beneath him, coming at the will of his skilled tongue. My orgasm rocks through me, my hands fisting in his hair. When my body has stopped shaking, Sebastian begins peppering kisses up my stomach until his lips find my nipple, pert and begging to be touched. My hands are still in his hair as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. My eyes roll to the back of my head while he plays with my breasts. Finally, his lips are back on mine. I can taste myself on his and that makes me even hotter for him.

Too soon, he leans back and pulls a condom from the nightstand beside the bed. He rolls it on and lines himself up with my aching core. He’s going to stretch me, he’s significantly larger than… what I’ve had before. Sebastian pushes gently inside me, slowly. He winces just as I do at the pressure. My God this is fucking delectable, but he’s going too slow. I need more.

“Fuck me, Sebastian,” I cry. He looks at me skeptically at first, then obeys and fills me entirely. He presses into me one time before he picks up his pace, fucking me exactly the way I want, hard. He pounds into me, fucking me until everything ceases. The pain, the loneliness, the worthlessness, it all fades. Replaced with ecstasy. Pleasure. Euphoria. It’s not enough. I need something more as the pain begins to resurface.

Almost as if he could tell something was off, Sebastian slows down and pulls out.

“Flip over. Put that ass in the air for me,” he growls.

I do as he says, although I hope he isn’t going to take my ass. Relief floods me when he doesn’t, filling my pussy instead. He finds a rhythm, a rough hard rhythm. His hands roam my derriere, squeezing each cheek as he has his way with me.

“Spank me,” I beg, situating myself on my elbows.

The first blow to my right side is exhilarating. The second in the same spot is breathtaking. The third sends me over the edge.

“Yes!” I cry. “Yes!”

Sebastian slaps my other cheek, rocking his hips faster. I’m coming around his long, thick cock when he fists a hand in my hair, jerking my head back toward him. Holy fuck. I’m coming again.

“You like it rough, baby?” he pants, his lips inches away from my ear.

“Yes,” I cry, urging him on. He pulls my hair again, extending my orgasm.

“Just like that, Bristol. Don’t move, I’m coming,” he grunts, his thrusts slow, and he moans as he releases inside me.

After a few seconds, he releases my hair. He presses a kiss on my shoulder and slowly eases out of me. I relax fully, lying flat on the bed trying to catch my breath. Sebastian gets up and walks to the bathroom. The light illuminates the bedroom, a hue of yellow shining lightly across the walls. I watch Sebastian in all his naked glory. I take in all his features. Slim, yet muscular, dark black hair, lucid green eyes, and covered in an armor of tattoos from his shoulders, down his back, both arms and trickling down onto his hands. The dark black ink so fitting, I can’t picture him without it.

I watch quietly as he moves in and out of my line of vision before he emerges from the bathroom and approaches the bed. He’s silhouetted against the light behind him, like a dark angel sent here just to save me. He sits down on the bed next to me and traces his fingertips lightly over my bare back. The alcohol has mostly worn off and now I’m just pleasured, and tired.

I can’t fight the happy endorphins dancing around my brain from the way his fingers soothe me. I want to speak. Tell him thank you. Tell him how amazing he made me feel. How he took away some of the underlying pain that’s a part of me. But instead, my eyes flutter closed and I’m unable to hold onto consciousness any longer. I sleep soundly curled up in Sebastian’s bed. At some point during the night, he got me underneath the dark grey comforter and in his arms. I know that because when I wake up, that’s exactly where I am. I have no concept of what time it is thanks to his blackout blinds and curtains and the lack of clocks in this room. At least, ones that are digital and seen in the darkness.

I inch over slowly, lifting his arm from around my waist. My bladder is going to burst if I don’t get up and get into the bathroom. I stand up and the room twirls, sending a pounding to my head. So this is what a hangover must feel like. I blindly feel my way through the room and into the bathroom, closing the door before I flip the light on so as not to wake the beautiful specimen of a man sleeping on the other side of the door. I almost feel guilty for falling asleep so quickly last night, but I was spent. Satiated, but spent. If that’s how good sex can be, then I want it all the damn time. I want more than what I got last night though; I want rougher. God, it was so sexy the way he put his hands on me.

I relieve myself and crawl back in bed. Sebastian hardly stirs when I curl up next to him and let myself drift back off to sleep. I don’t know how long I sleep for, but the feel of Sebastian sliding inside me has me fluttering awake, groggy and unsure of where I am at first. He pushes into me, filling me completely and my eyes bolt open. I hold my breath as my brain tries to figure out where I am when Sebastian grabs my chin. “It’s me, baby,” he whispers, sending chills down my spine.

This is fucking delightful.

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