Page 78 of Hell Bent
I started out thinking,Come on. Come on. Please.And then thought more like—well, more like,Come on. Come on. Please.But in a whole different way.
I’d thought, when he’d instantly put his hands on my breasts like that, like this would finally move along. But it didn’t. He stayed there at my neck, at my breasts. His hand was hard around my wrist, not hurting, but holding tight, he was sucking at a nipple after teasing and playing with me there for so long, and I … well, I had an orgasm, all right? It wasn’t like Imeantto. It snuck up on me.
Sebastian was swearing, I was dimly aware. He was leaving my breasts, too, and I didn’t want him to go. Moving down my body, getting his hands around those thin microfiber panties. I heard a ripping sound and didn’t care, because he had his hands on my inner thighs now, was shoving them apart. His mouth was on me even as I thought,He won’t want to do this. He has to be so frustrated by now.And then he was sucking me there and I was spiking straight up again. My hand was over my mouth, trying to muffle my cries,his hands were on the backs of my thighs, pushing my legs up, tightening everything that much more, and it just felt too good. I couldn’tstandit. And since the only answer when you can’t stand it is to go ahead and come, that was what I did.
Holyshit,was the only thought in my brain. His hand was on me here, too. Probing. Testing. Greedy. I had my free hand in his hair and was probably pulling, but he didn’t seem to care. Until he lifted his head and got off the bed, and thenIcared.
“Wh-what?” I managed to say. “No. Please.”
“Condom.” He didn’t look one bit controlled, whatever he’d said. He was heading into the bathroom and coming back with the packet, already ripping it open, then seeming to remember that he was still wearing his briefs, because he said, “Shit.”
I said, “I should—” and reached for his hips, pulled him toward me.
“Oh, no,” he said. “Not tonight. You’re on your back, remember?” And pushed me gently back down. “I’m protecting you.”
“I want to, though.” I didn’t usually. That was because I wasn’t interested in one-way streets, but if there were a one-way street here, Sebastian was the one driving down it.
“Too bad.” He was over me again, on his knees now, his palms against the backs of my thighs again, opening me up and … looking. Which didn’t make me self-conscious much. I tried to close my legs, and he wouldn’t let me. “You’re pretty here, too,” he said. “Like a flower. I’m afraid I’m going to have to fuck this, baby.”
“Would you just … hurryup?”I got out.
He laughed. “Oh, no. I don’t think so. We’re taking it easy on you here. That means I take it slow. And if you don’t like something I do …” Wrapping his arms around my knees now, coming up over my body, holding tight. “You can tell me,” he said, and kissed my cheek. Gently.
“How am I not going to—” I began, and then I gasped, because he was shoving inside.
Size doesn’t matter. I’d heard it. I’d said it. And I’d been wrong, because holy hell, did he fill me up. He shifted somehow, moved up my body just a little, and there was the pressure. Hitting me at just the right spot, and oh, my God, he’d been right. The condom. Thoseridges.
There’s only so quiet a woman can be.
Sebastian
The woman wastight.The position made her more so. Going slowly was about the hardest thing I’d ever done, because all I wanted was to pump into her hard. I couldn’t hurt her, though, so I gritted my teeth and worked on that “slow” thing.
Until, that is, she gasped out, “Sebastian. Please. I can’t stand it. Do it harder. Please.”
I thought,What do I do now?and said, “I’m going to have to get a little … inventive.” My voice came out strangled, but there was a reason for that.
She said, “Uh …” Which wasn’t so much a word as a moan. I stayed where I was, but let her legs go and reached blindly for the bedside table drawer. She said, “Oh. Don’t let go of me. Don’t let …” I had one hand on the tube, though, was flipping the lid up, squeezing some out, then dropping it again as I got one arm around a knee and shoved it up once more. Which lifted her hips for me. Which was just fine.
When she felt my little finger on her, barely pressing at the opening, gentle as I could be, she stiffened anyway. Iground into her a little better and asked, “OK?” I didn’t want to ask. I wanted to do this.
“Uh …” Another moan. “O-OK.”
Thrusting as slowly as I could do it, and moving my fingertip just that little bit inside her while I did. Feeling her squirm the same way she had through everything else, hearing her start to pant. Is there anything better than making a woman pant?
Well, yeah. There’s hearing her make those, “Oh. Oh.Ohhhh”noises, because there’s no way she can keep quiet anymore. There’s keeping it up, feeling her tightening even more around you, feeling her trying to twist away while you’re doing her two ways, knowing she isn’t going anywhere, and doing it to her some more. Until she starts to stiffen. Until her hands are on your lower back, trying to pull you in closer, at least until she can’t even manage that anymore and her arms are splayed out to the side, hands gripping the white sheet, twisting. Twisting like her face. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth open. Until she’s moaning, “Sebastian. Oh, God. Sebastian. Please. Please.Please.”And tightening even more, because she’s about to come.
I kept it slow all the way to the end, even as the darkness overtook me and I lost all ability to think. Even as I bared my teeth, as every muscle tightened, as I felt her spasms around me and the pleasure was so intense, it was nearly pain.
But when the explosion finally came?
I may not have had so much control then. I may have gone hard, and my finger may have been all the way inside her, too.
It can happen.
Alix
I said, my voice shaking all over the place, “You realize you ripped my only pair of underwear, and I’m going to have to work all day without any.”
