Page 93 of Hell Bent
“Yeah? So show me.”
He swore, sounding nothing like considerate, careful Sebastian, then he climbed up right behind me, put a hand on my hip, lifted my wet hair with the other hand, bit my neck again—still not hard, but so thrillingly—and whispered in my ear, “You asked for it.” While putting his palm between my shoulder blades and pressing my upper body down.
Right,I told myself as the dark excitement swirled through me with an edge that was almost fear.This is fine. I like this position, too.
A shift in the bed as Sebastian climbed off it, and I was sitting up, saying, “What?”
“Get back down there,” he said, pulling out one of those condom packets. “Now.”
Oh, boy. I did it. One hand under my face, the other palm on the bed, and he was behind me again. Andnotsliding straight inside the way I’d thought he would. Instead, one of his hands was on my bottom, stroking over it, lighting me up so much, it was like he left sparks in his wake. The other hand was on a breast, and he was shifting more fully over me, his hand running up and down my back now.
And then it was his mouth.
His two hands on my shoulders, sliding underneath to my breasts. And his mouth kissing its way down my spine. Slowly. Making me shiver.
I heard something outside the door and said, with the last of my brainpower, “Ben.”
Sebastian didn’t stop kissing me. Lower and lower, until he was at the small of my back, just above my tailbone. Lingering in that sensitive spot, stroking me with his thumb, the other hand on my bottom again, while he said, “Put the other fist in your mouth.”
“Wh-what?” It was a gasp, because he was biting me now. Biting mybottom.Not hard, not enough to bruise, but those were teeth, and I was shifting again.
“In your mouth,” he said. “I’ll help you, too. If you make noise, I’ll stop until you can shut up again.” His hand not between my legs, where I needed him. On the backs of my thighs instead, holding tight as he said, “Do it.”
I did it.
He said, “I won’t be rough. If I hurt, tell me.”
“Uh … OK.” The thrill was definitely getting close to fear. I couldn’t see him. I couldn’t read his mind. I was captive here, totally vulnerable, and I …
He took the wrist I’d had by my head and held it behind my back.
My mouth opened, but my fist was there.
He wrapped the other hand around my hair and pulled.
Oh, God. Oh,God.I was rocking already.
He slid inside. Not hard, because he was being gentle, I realized dimly. But his hand was around myhair.My arm was twisted against my mid-back. And he was starting to move.
Wearing that condom. With thoseridges.
He said, “This is what … happens when I’m … mad.” Rocking. Rocking. Every slide was torture, and it was all I needed.
It was fast, but it wasn’t hard, because he was still being careful. Didn’t matter. He was saying, “Take it right there. Take it there,” and I lost a few more brain cells. I was gasping,whimpering against my hand, trying to twist away, but I couldn’t move. He had me held too tight.
I needed this. Ineededit. But he was going too fast. He was going to get there before I … before I …
He was breathing harder, then harder still. And then he let go of my wrist, and I thought,That’s all? No. I need more!
His hand again, but now it was where I needed it. His other hand still wrapped around my hair, pulling my head back. I needed to move, and I couldn’t. My breath was ragged in my ears, and it was all I could do not to cry out. Until I did. A moan, because how could I not moan?
He stopped moving. His hand stopped, too. I said, “What? Sebastian?—”
“You ready to be quiet?” he asked, and tugged at my hair.
“Y-yes,” I said. “Yes.” And it all started again, and I started to climb again, too.
Until I felt the buzz.
