Sebastian

 

 

What the fuck did I just do? I kick the door shut behind me and drag my palms down my face, trying to shake off how perfect Anna felt beneath my hands. Jesus Christ. She’s so fucking soft.

I open the fridge and dig out a bottle of water, twisting the cap off and tossing it in the sink before I chug back the cool liquid. I swear I can still smell flowers. Or vanilla. Or whatever the hell that amazing scent is that I’ve only ever smelled on Anna. I don’t know what the fuck happened to me today, or when the shift happened, but seeing her ready for her date and then having to watch that dud stare at her on the roof like she was the most beautiful thing in the world was too damn much apparently.

The blonde that was hanging off me all night was a friend of a friend, I can’t even remember her name. She sidled up next to me and I didn’t discourage her, thinking she’d be the perfect person to shake me out of whatever my problem was earlier. Until Anna walked through the door. One look at her and her date, and I knew that blondie and I were done before we even got started. Anna owned my attention and I was pretty sure that I owned hers. I took a gamble that she might still be with him when I texted her, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. I guess I figured that if she was still with him, it was my cue to chalk the entire day up to a lapse in judgement.

But she was alone. And when she answered the door, sleepy and comfortable, her face bare and her hair a bit messy, I couldn’t help myself. That loose T-shirt she wore did nothing to hide her pretty little tits and the hardness of her nipples. I’m only human and I would have done a lot more than just kiss her. But when she wrapped her slim legs around me and I felt the heat of her on my aching dick, it’s like every possible reason to not take it further crossed my mind and I reluctantly pulled my mouth from hers.

But fuck if she didn’t taste good.

I chuck the empty bottle in the sink and adjust myself, knowing full well that sleep will be impossible tonight until I take care of this shit myself. I begin to undress as I make my way to the bathroom and turn on the shower for the second time tonight. My hand is around my cock the minute I step under the spray, my mind reliving the way Anna kissed me back and the soft whimpers that escaped through her full lips while we were tangled together. Fucking hell. I come in a steady stream, hitting the wall in front of me. I clean up and step out of the shower, drying off quickly and not bothering to get dressed. It’s too damn hot for clothes anyways and I’m already half hard again.

I slide into bed and close my eyes, but still, I only see her. In less than twenty-four hours I’ve apparently managed to become obsessed with the first woman I’ve ever been friends with. I’ll sleep on it. Everything will go back to normal tomorrow, she’s probably lying in bed right now regretting the whole thing. Or maybe she’s not. Maybe she’s touching herself and searching for the same kind of relief that I was. Mother fucker.

 

*

 

My phone buzzes on the nightstand, waking me up from a restless sleep. It’s the same number I’ve been ignoring for the last month. There’s no voicemail this time, not that I’d listen to it anyways. I delete the call and toss my phone onto the bed. It’s still early but the sun is shining and I doubt I’d be able to fall asleep again even if I tried. I head to the bathroom and replay last night as I brush my teeth and pull on a pair of sweats that I pick up off the floor. Obviously, I fucked up and crossed a line. I need to talk to Anna; I don’t want to lose her as a friend. I need to square this shit up and stay the hell away from her until my head’s on straight, or until I get laid. I’ll go down to Cinder’s tonight and find Jenna. It goes against every one of my rules when it comes to hooking up but she’s an easy target and I clearly need to get something out of my system.

I walk into the kitchen and put on some coffee. I should work for a bit today and I have a couple commissions to deliver. Maybe I’ll hit the gym. I’m watching the dark liquid fill the pot when there’s a soft knock on the door and I know it’s her.  

I pull open the door and instantly forget everything. Every rule. Every reason to avoid relationships. Poof, gone. One taste of Anna’s lips and my brain has completely rewired. She’s wearing one of her bright flowery printed dresses with a striped black and white button up sweater and the same flat pale pink shoes that she always wears. Her hair is hanging in a loose braid over her shoulder and her face is bare. Regular Anna. Safe Anna. Just as sexy and beautiful as she was last night wrapped in that tight as fuck dress. How did I not notice up until now? I look down at her hands and see a plate full of Poptarts.

“I didn’t have time to bake anything and I felt weird coming over here to break the ice empty handed,” she explains quickly.

I step aside and let her in, inhaling quietly as she breezes past. Definitely vanilla. She sets the plate on the counter and paces a little bit before she turns to face me.

“I’m sorry,” she says. “Last night was weird, I don’t know what happened. Really, the whole day was kind of weird and I think we should just get this whole thing out in the open now before it really becomes an actual thing. So we kissed,” she continues. “It’s not that big of a deal, you probably had a few drinks and I was really tired which as you know I get loopy when I’m tired and I just think th-.”

“Anna?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, please tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I only had one beer last night,” I tell her, taking a step forward.

“Oh.”

“I had a plan,” I say. “Of how I was going to deal with this.”

“Me too,” she sighs.

Fuck it. I lean down and press my lips to hers, refraining from touching her anywhere else until I know for sure that I’m not making an assumption. I pull my mouth from hers ever so slightly and give her the chance to take an out.

“What are we doing, Sebastian?” she whispers against my lips.

“Probably ruining our friendship,” I say.

Her eyes meet mine, hooded and wanting. “Okay,” she says.

That’s all I need to hear before my mouth claims hers and my hands are on either side of her face, tilting her back so that I can have more. Her mouth is just as demanding, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I guide us toward the bedroom.

“Bed, Anna,” I gasp against her neck, nipping her soft skin. “I need you on the bed.”

She hops up and wraps her legs around me, the juncture of her thighs rubbing against my stomach as she trails wet kisses along my jaw.

“Please,” she gasps.

My shins hit the bed and I unwrap her legs, sliding her down to her feet. She pulls off her sweater and lets it fall to the floor before turning around and moving her hair out of the way. I unzip her dress slowly and watch it fall to the floor, pooling around her feet. She steps out of it and toes off her shoes, turning slowly to face me in nothing but her lacy blue panties. She keeps her arms at her sides, pulling her bottom lip into her mouth as I trail a finger across her perfect tits. Small enough to fit in my hands but heavy and full with blush coloured tips. Fucking perfection.

“Don’t freak out, okay?” she says quietly.

She grabs my hand and brushes it down her stomach and to her side where her skin suddenly feels rough. I look down and see a large collection of various scars, jagged and uneven. The two-toned red and pink flesh is raised and covers most of her hip and the top of her thigh, standing out angrily against her creamy pale complexion.

“I was in the car too,” she clarifies, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

I don’t know what kind of assholes she’s been with before, but nothing could take away from how Goddamn sexy she is. Not for me anyway. I sink to my knees and press my lips lightly to her hip before I hook my fingers into her panties and slide them down her legs. With her hands in my hair, I press my mouth to her neatly trimmed pussy and inhale her sweet scent.

“Lie back on the bed, Anna,” I rasp.

She sinks down onto the mattress and slides back while I stand and climb over her, taking one pink nipple into my mouth and gently biting down.

“Sebastian, I can’t wait,” she says, bucking her hips up.

“I need to taste you Anna,” I say against her skin. “Let me taste you.”

I nudge my way down between her legs and press her thighs open wide so that I can see every inch of her. I swipe my tongue along the wet seam of her pussy and groan when her flavour fills my mouth. She’s so sweet. Like sugar. I pull her clit between my lips and suck on it gently before letting it go and dragging my tongue down and up again.

“Oh my God, don’t stop, please,” she gasps.

“You’re even sweeter than I imagined,” I groan, pressing one finger inside of her slick centre. Christ.

I work my finger in and out of her as she drips around me, my mouth sucking on her tiny pearl until she’s grinding her hips up. Fuck, I can’t wait. I add another finger and curl them up, sucking harder until her pussy clamps down on them and she’s panting into the pillow beside her. She comes apart and moans, gripping the sheets beneath her. It’s fucking beautiful and for a brief second, I can’t believe that I ever thought of Anna as plain. She’s exquisite.

 I tug down my pants and dig around in the drawer beside the bed for a condom, rolling it down my cock and lining myself up with her tight pussy. She looks up at me and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me down to meet her mouth. I sink into her slowly, deepening our kiss when her mouth opens on a moan.

“You’re so tight Anna, fuck,” I groan.

“Please don’t stop,” she pleads.

“No fucking way.”

I pause once I’m all the way inside of her and watch her furrowed eyebrows until they smooth out and she opens her eyes. She smiles softly, her blue eyes sated. The sunlight streaming in through the curtains dances across her smooth skin. I pull back and thrust in gently, her eyelids fluttering closed as she pulls my body closer to hers. She begins to relax around me, and when I pull back this time, I thrust forward harder. She’s heaven around me, pulling me in and gripping me tight. I’ve never felt anything comparable to this and I know there’s no coming back afterwards. No just friends, no just neighbours. Anna has to be mine, I can’t see it any other way.

I bend one of her knees up to her chest and quicken my pace, consumed with the need to feel her squeeze my cock. I grind against her swollen clit with every thrust, her nails in my back encouraging me.

“I need to feel you Anna, come for me baby, let me feel your pussy,” I growl.

She grinds her hips up to meet mine and tightens her grip around my neck, gasping and panting into my neck, her pussy squeezing me so damn tight. I can’t hold it together anymore and we come together, my heart thrumming in my chest like a fucking sledge hammer. Her hold on me loosens and she sinks back into the mattress, my head finding a spot on her chest. I can hear her own heart beating beneath my ear.

“Sebastian?”

I look up to see her smiling. “It’s never been like this before,” she says. “For me.”

I kiss her lazily and pull back slightly. “Damn, me neither.”

She laughs softly as I roll off her and head to the bathroom to get rid of the condom. When I come back into the bedroom I’m surprised to see her still lying on top of the sheets, on her stomach, her ass on display and her red hair loose down her back. I guess I expected her to cover up, but again, I seem to have Anna pegged wrong. She looks up at me as I lie down beside her, her hands resting under her cheek. I trail a finger down her side, to the patch of her scars.

“What happened?”

“We were driving home from the movies,” she says. “It was raining pretty heavily. I remember how loud it sounded when the drops were hitting the roof of the car. Somehow, we ended up in the wrong lane and we hit a truck head on,” she tells me. “My parents and my younger brother Andrew died on impact before the ambulance even showed up. I was stuck and unconscious. The car was leaking fuel and they didn’t have time to cut me out, so they had to pull me out of the broken window.”

“Jesus, Anna.”

“I didn’t feel anything,” she says. “I was out of it until the next day pretty much. They did some skin grafts but, as you can see, they still look pretty rough.”

“You’re beautiful Anna,” I say, kissing the top of her shoulder.

“You’re just saying that because you got laid,” she laughs softly.

I don’t do pillow talk and normally she’d be right. I’ve been no stranger to saying whatever bullshit charming line slips into my head. But everything is different with her. I’m different with her.

“No,” I say, gently rolling her onto her side, tracing the slight curve of her hip. “Beautiful.”

“I believe you,” she says after a beat. “What are we going to do? I can’t just be casual, not with this,” she gestures between us.

For the first time in six years, I don’t want casual. I don’t know where the hell this is going, but I can’t share Anna, I know that much.

“I can’t have anyone else touching you Anna,” I say, nudging her onto her back. “Especially now that I know how it feels to be buried inside of you,” I whisper against her ear, watching with satisfaction as a shiver dances over her skin. “I can’t have anyone else making you smile,” I kiss along her collar bone. “I’ll take you on cheesy dates,” I say, pressing my lips to her stomach. “If that’s what you want.

“Mmm, and what about you? I’m nice, but I’m not nice enough to share my man,” she gasps as I sink my teeth gently into her side and lick the mark.

I look up and meet her stare, knowing I’ll have to work so damn hard not to fuck this up but that she is worth it.

“How could I ever touch anyone else when I have you?” I slide one finger inside of her and add another. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“No, I’m not.”

“All of you Anna,” I say, pulling my hand from her and sucking her taste from my fingers. “Perfect.”

 

*

 

“This should be ready right away,” Anna says, cracking open the oven door and peeking inside at the pizza we made.

“Plates or eat it right off the pan?” I ask.

“Plates,” she says, rolling her eyes.

We spent most of the day in my apartment, laying in bed. I took Anna once more, so I could show her just how perfect she is before we decided to get out and get some fresh air. Everything about our day together was normal, as it would be if this were a week ago. The only difference is I can’t stop touching her. We’re at her place right now, cooking together with the plan of staying in and watching a movie. I keep waiting for my inner cynic to start ripping this all apart but the only thing I feel is…content. 

I set two plates on the counter and watch as Anna bends over and carefully pulls the pan from the oven. She looks up at me and smiles as she sets it on top of the stove.

After we eat, I force Anna to go sit down and choose a movie for us while I load the dishwasher.

‘’What are you in the mood for?” she calls from the living room.

“Nothing that will make my testicles shrink,” I call back.

I swipe her glasses from the kitchen table as I head into the next room. I set them on the coffee table and take the seat beside her, angling her as I sit and pulling her bare legs onto my lap.

“I’ve got it narrowed down to two,” she says, putting on her glasses. “The Expendables or Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.”

“I can honestly say that is not what I was expecting,” I say with a laugh. “The Expendables? Really?”

“My dad had a thing for action movies,” she shrugs. “I saw all the old school actors in their glory days, I guess it makes me nostalgic to watch their new stuff now whenever it crosses my path.”

“I’m sorry babe.”

“Don’t be,” she says. “It’s a happy memory.”

“Okay, Stallone it is,” I say.

We’re halfway through the movie when I glance over at Anna and I suddenly give zero fucks about Sly and his band of justice seeking mercenaries. She’s wearing the same dress she was earlier, but she’s taken the elastic out of her hair and as she watches the screen, she plays with the ends of her hair and I swear I’ve never seen anything sexier. Her legs are still draped over my lap and as I trail a hand slowly up her thigh, I watch her for a reaction.

When my fingertips reach the bunched-up hem of her dress, she pulls her bottom lip into her mouth and shifts her weight slightly. I inch further up, slowly, savouring the feel of her soft skin. She parts her legs for me, her eyes are still on the T.V but her breath hitching slightly. I continue to watch her expression as I finally reach the lace between her thighs and feel the heat from her pussy as I brush my fingertips across the scrap of fabric. When I slide them to the side and dip one finger inside of her, she closes her eyes and gasps quietly.

“Look at me, Anna.”

She opens her eyes and turns to face me, sinking back into the armrest of the couch. Her eyes are heavy, her lips curved up into a sexy grin.

I thrust my finger all the way in and revel in the way her mouth opens and her sweet pussy instantly grips me. I slide my finger back and forth before adding another and placing my thumb on her clit. I rub gentle circles, watching in fascination as she holds my stare and bucks her hips up slightly.

“Pull that dress off, Anna. let me see you.”

She reaches for the hem and pulls it up and over her head, tossing the garment to the floor before she reaches for her glasses.

“Mm, no baby,” I tell her. “Leave the glasses on.”

Her eyes land back on mine and she gives me a sexy smile as she places one of her hands around my wrist. My fingers slide easily in and out of her and when I add a third, her head falls back and her eyelids flutter.

“Sebastian, God don’t stop,” she moans.

The glow from the screen illuminates her ivory skin as she spreads her legs wider and grinds herself down onto my hand, fucking it unabashedly and without hesitation. She is so fucking sexy, it’s killing me not to tug my pants down and impale myself inside of her. My cock is so hard, it’s straining against my zipper, desperate to get wet.

“Christ you’re beautiful Anna, touch those pretty tits of yours,” I growl.

Her tiny palms land on her mounds without hesitation and she begins to massage herself, while the wetness from her pussy drips down my fingers. I need her to come. I need to watch her fall apart so I can commit every detail to memory. I press harder on her clit, her moans now bouncing off the walls around us; feeding my ego and my desire to give her pleasure so intense that she never forgets it.

“Oh God, Sebastian, I’m coming, don’t stop,” she gasps.

Her pussy clamps down on my fingers as her honey fills my palm and spills over. She lets go of her tits and spears her fingers into her hair before running her fingertips back down her body as she writhes and eventually settles. I pull my fingers from her and before I can tell her how Goddamn sexy she is when she comes, she’s sitting up and straddling me, pulling my T-shirt off. She’s flushed and wild looking, gripping the back of my head and pulling my mouth to hers as she moans against my lips.

“I don’t know how you do this to me,” she breathes. “I need you, I need to feel you Sebastian.”

She reaches for the button on my jeans, plucking it open and reaching for my cock, which is so hard at this point I’m surprised I haven’t already come in my fucking boxers. I lift us both as she tugs my pants down and grips me in her tight fist, lining me up with her sweet pussy. She slides all the way down.

“Fuck, Anna,” I groan, my hands tangling in her hair.

“I can’t, I don’t know, I just need,” she mumbles breathlessly.

“Look at me Anna,” I demand, her eyes meeting mine as her grip on the back of my neck loosens. “Just move baby.”

Her fingertips curl into the back of my neck as she lifts her hips slightly and begins to rock back and forth. She moves so fucking slowly and I’m so deep that I can hardly think straight. My hands graze down her sides and settle on her hips, digging into her flesh as she continues to move back and forth.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good,” I groan.

“I need more,” she says. “Please.”

I wrap my arms around her and flip her onto her back on the plush cushions, I pull back and push into her harshly, feeling the puff of her breath against my neck. Her heels press into my ass, her fingernails digging into my back. I quicken my pace as her pussy sucks me in and holds me tight. The couch squeaks beneath us as I pump in and out, my balls tightening and begging for relief. The second her pussy squeezes me, I let go and come in long strokes, feeling the pulse of her climax around me. The blood rushing through my veins is loud, combined with the smell of her skin, I feel like I might pass out. When I lean back, her eyes blink open and focus on mine. Her lips curve up as she runs her fingers up and down my back.

“Stay the night?” she asks.

I press my mouth to hers and pull out slowly, realizing we didn’t use protection. “Anna, I’m an idiot, we didn’t use a condom.”

“I’m on birth control,” she says. “So, we’re covered there. And I haven’t been with anyone in a while. There’s only been two before you.”

“I’ve never gone without,” I tell her.

“Okay,” she says.

I reluctantly pull myself off her and take her by the hand, leading us to the bathroom. Once we’ve cleaned up, I leave her sitting on her bed in a flimsy white nightgown, brushing her hair. I head back out into the living room and turn off the T.V and make sure the door is locked. When I come back into the bedroom, she’s lying on her side, halfway under the covers.

I crawl in beside her and pull her body as close to mine as I can. She buries herself against me, draping one slender arm over my torso. I fall asleep to the rhythmic feeling of her fingertips dancing along my spine.