Little Black Book

He pulled back and worked his way down the side of my neck. Stubble scratched against my skin and I lost my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. I enjoyed the difference in him. He was like Jekyll and Hyde. It was amazing what sex could do to a man.

“It’s going to be good. I promise I’ll make it good for you,” he said as he nipped at my chin.

I had no doubt about that. I’d learned a few days before, Sebastian knew exactly what he was doing. Laying me back on my bed, he followed me down, pressing me into my mattress.

Cool air brushed my stomach as he lifted my shirt. His heated touch scorched my skin and a hiss sounded from between my teeth.

Who was I?

I didn’t feel like the old me at all anymore. I hadn’t since he’d brought me to life on the couch in his office. It was like he was turning me into some carefree person, and I was all about everything he’d done so far. Lifting from the bed, he pulled my shirt off and smiled when my red bra was revealed.

“I like this,” he said as he slid a finger in the cup, running his finger across my hardened nipple.

“Of course you do, you picked it out.” I arched my back and whimpered.

“You’re so responsive to my touch.” He nuzzled in my cleavage. “I never want to stop touching you.”

He bit my nipple through the bra and I was gone. I latched on to his shoulders and closed my eyes as his hand worked its way down my side, to the top of my jeans. My stomach sucked in from his touch, allowing him to slip his hand past my button and into my jeans. And then he was touching me through my panties.

It felt so good. I lifted my hips when he took his hand away. He pulled my zipper down and peeled my jeans from my hips. His fingertips felt rough against the skin inside my thighs. I opened wider once my jeans were on the floor.

“I can’t wait another second to be inside you.”

His lips brushed the inside of my leg and then he was rolling my panties down my legs.

He sucked the soft skin on the inside of my leg. His hot breath skimmed my wetness, warming me and making me ache even more. And then he was on top of me, staring down at me with his usual cocky grin. I could hardly wait to feel him.

I reached up, running my fingers through his hair and brushing the back of my fingertips down the back of his neck and kissing him softly on the corner of his mouth.

His expression changed and his body stiffened above me

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What do you mean? I’m kissing you.”

I was confused. I wasn’t sure how to answer his question. It was obvious what we were doing, and if he didn’t know, then I was obviously doing it wrong.

“This isn’t romance, Jessica. Stop looking at me like that. Don’t touch me sweetly. Be rough. This is fucking. That’s all. It’s not love. It’ll never be love.”

I stared at him. My heart tore in half, all of my feelings toward him spilling out, and pooling in a painful puddle in my stomach.

And then he leaned up, backing away from me. He grabbed my thighs roughly, flipping me onto my stomach.

Pulling my hips up to him, I instinctively followed and propped up on my hands. He pushed hard against me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

His words stung, and I didn’t know how to react. I was still reeling from his other comments. Stunned into silence, I stared at the sheets below me.

Sebastian meant what he said, he was going to fuck me hard. My chest and the side of my head were suddenly pushed into the mattress, as he simultaneously pressed into me and pulled my arms tightly behind my back.

It was rough, and it actually felt good. However, I couldn’t help but think that it would feel better if my heart wasn’t dying a slow death. I just wished he would stop pushing me away. We obviously had a connection and I felt sorry for him and his inability to fully bond with another human being.

“You act sweet, but you’re really a naughty girl aren’t you, Jessica?” His body was leaning over me, allowing him to go deeper. “Tell me how dirty you are.” His mouth brushed against my ear.

I couldn’t answer. I wasn’t emotionally present. It did feel amazing, his smooth arousal spreading me open, filling me. But I didn’t want to reward his behavior from earlier, so I gave him nothing.

He realized I wasn’t going to play along. Leaning back, he gripped my hips almost painfully, and started to move fast and hard. Out of nowhere, his palm landed hard against my ass. The loud smack rang throughout the room, and my ass stung badly before he rubbed it away with his warm palm.

“Fuck me,” he rasped. “I can’t get enough of your body.”