Page 14 of Bristol

I arch my back and roll my hips, grinding on him. He thrusts hard and as if he learned something last night, his hand finds my hair and pulls it. I moan in excitement at what he’s doing to me. I grip the edge of the mattress when he picks up the pace, fucking me senseless. This is what I want. Fuck yes. I want to take control, though. It’s my turn. I reach back and press on his thigh. He slows down and stops but doesn’t say a word. I roll over and straddle him, sinking onto his hard cock. I adjust for a second before the need to fuck him urges me forward. I press my hands onto his chest and gyrate my hips on him. A stuttered groan rumbles through his chest and sends chills down my spine.

He places both hands on either of my hips and rocks me forward then backward. I repeat the motion and am rewarded with a firm smack on my ass cheek.

“Yes, baby,” I whisper, chills rushing down my arms.

Sebastian delivers another smack. Then another. And another before I feel myself building, ready to come all around him. I reach for his hand and place it on my throat. When his fingers tighten, I explode, gushing around his cock. His grip on my neck is firm as he drives into me, extending my orgasm until he abruptly lifts me off him to pull out and fist his cock until hot come spills out. My mouth waters. I want to know what he tastes like. His come and mine, swirled together. I can’t help myself; I lower my mouth and take him to the back of my throat. The salty and sweet blend of our orgasms has me putting my dick sucking skills to use. Sebastian moans when I suck lightly on his head, getting every last drop.

I swirl my tongue around one more time as he begins to go soft. The vibrating of a cell phone cuts through our moment like a knife. It’s coming from the nightstand and is lighting up the entire room like a Christmas tree. The name flashing on the screen is Lilah and a pang of jealousy resonates in my chest. Oh my God. He’s probably got a fucking girlfriend and here I am, the other woman. Fucking him and letting him do whatever he wants to me. I’m a fucking idiot.

Sebastian must see the look on my face because he bolts upright and turns the bedside lamp on.

“No, no, no. She’s not my girlfriend. I don’t have a girlfriend. I see that look on your face and it’s killing me.”

“You sure you don’t have a girlfriend?” I ask, not convinced.

“I swear, Bristol. She’s just a girl that lets me get my dick wet when it’s been too long. I’ve got needs but I’m not lying to you.”

He doesn’t have a reason to lie to me. Hell, he doesn’t even know if I’ll be here next week because I don’t even know if I will. After contemplating for a few seconds what he’s said, I decide he’s telling the truth.

“Okay,” I sigh, falling onto the pillow next to him.

He’s propped up on his elbow, head resting in his hand and looking down at me. I’ve been bared like this before, but this time its welcoming. I want to be gazed at. I want to be eye-fucked. I want him to take in my body. Maybe even touch me.

“My God, you’re stunning,” he says, his voice hardly above a whisper.

A blush stains my cheeks, warmth rushing over me at his compliment. “Thank you.”

My stomach betrays me, grumbling so loud that Sebastian gives me a curious side-eyed stare.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, rhetorically.

I nod enthusiastically, the action making my head throb even more than it did earlier. I wince and my hand instinctively goes to my temple, massaging it.

“I’ve got some Tylenol for that ache in your head, some pickle juice to give you a little rehydration, and a bottle of water to really hydrate you.”

Sebastian rolls out of bed and flicks on the light to a closet next to the bathroom. He pulls on a pair of grey sweatpants. He looks so comfortable, yet so fucking sexy. He disappears down the hall and returns a few minutes later with a glass of ice water, a cup of pickle juice, and two Tylenol extra strength tablets. He’s my hero. I down the pickle juice first. It makes my jaw pucker, but I feel a little better almost instantly. Next, I toss back the Tylenol then I down the glass of ice water in three seconds flat.

I take a deep breath and hand him the empty glasses. I need to get dressed, don’t want to be walking around naked in his apartment all day. He could have guests coming over or… anything really. Maybe I’m intruding. My brain goes through a hundred different scenarios and reasons that I could be inconveniencing him.

“So, since you’ve been… hidden away from the world for the last few years, I take it you aren’t caught up on any tv shows?” he asks, plopping down on the bed next to me.

I smile shyly. “Not at all. The last tv show I got sucked into was Once Upon a Time when it had first started. I didn’t exactly have a tv where I was at.”

A dark stare crosses his face so quickly I’m not sure it was even there at all.

“Okay, well, we’re going to get you reacquainted with the world of television. There are so many good movies and tv shows you need in your life.”

“Sign me up,” I smile. This is different. Almost strange, but it’s welcoming. It makes me feel normal, and God knows I need to fucking feel some sense of normalcy in my life.

Sebastian opens HBO and decides on Game of Thrones. I’m completely captivated ten minutes in, but I guess it doesn’t take much to get the attention of a girl who wasn’t sure she’d ever get this kind of thing in her life again. Sebastian pulls me between his legs, his arms around my chest while my head rests on his shoulder. This feels right. This is what I’ve been missing for so long. Tears well in my eyes at the realization that I’m finally free and I can finally make decisions for myself. I’m in charge of choosing who I want in my life and what I want out of my life. Just as soon as I can figure out what I’m going to do since I’m still considered missing.

I push the thought from my mind and lose myself in the land of Winterfell. Their problems seem to make mine appear not so pressing as I watch all the fuckery going on. We spend the better half of the day in Sebastian’s bed, laughing and watching tv and having food delivered so we didn’t have to get out. I devoured the greasy cheeseburger he ordered for me and by the end of the day, I could hardly tell that I woke up with a hangover.

Sebastian’s phone has dinged on and off all day with text messages, some from the girl Lilah, some from the club. A message from Joey comes through just as one of our episodes is going off. Sebastian leans up and sighs.

“Joey needs me at the clubhouse. Got some information for me. I need to go over there for a bit, but I need to talk to you first,” he says, studying me closely as he lets his words simmer in the air between us.

“Okay. Shoot.”

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