Books for Boobies Novella

Sebastian and Baylee

Light To My Shadow

“Sebastian, you big shit head, I asked you to pick your shoes up!” I muttered to myself as I went through the house minutes after my husband left for work.

Our daughter, Blaise, and our son, Johnny, were with their grandfather for the day, and I finally took the time to deep clean the house while there weren’t two tornados masquerading as children, coming behind me to destroy everything I’d cleaned.

By the time I’d walked through the living room to head for our bedroom, I’d picked up three empty sippy cups, four plastic snack wrappers, and two pairs of Sebastian’s boots.

Arms full of junk, I quickly deposited Sebastian’s boots in the closet of our bedroom, dropped the trash into the can beside the commode, and went back to the kitchen to start on the dishwasher.

I’d just gotten the last of the dishes shoved into the dishwasher when my phone started ringing on the table in front of me.

Sighing in annoyance that I couldn’t get a single thing done without being interrupted, even when I didn’t have kids, I turned and hurried to my phone.

I wasn’t surprised to see it was Sebastian.

He had a habit of calling me when he first got into work asking me to bring a multitude of things he’d forgotten to take with him.

A phone charger, his lunch, and even sometimes his wallet.

“What’d you forget this time?” I asked him instead of saying hello.

“My brain,” he chuckled. “But no, really, I totally and completely forgot that we were supposed to bring a dish or some shit up here. They’re having a pot luck, and I told them I’d bring the dessert.”

I narrowed my eyes on the drawing on the refrigerator.

It’d been one Johnny, our now six-year-old, had drawn on his first day of first grade.

It was a picture of his family, and it had all of us, even the dogs, in the picture.

“What’d you sign up for?” I asked tiredly.

“A cheesecake…but you don’t have to bring a cheesecake. It’s whatever you want to cook,” he said, sounding distracted.

Then the sound of the tones, or the alarm that told them there was a call, started to blare in the background.

“Gotta go,” he said. “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I said to the dead air.

Rolling my eyes, I hurriedly started to look through the fridge to see what there was to make.

Not much, unfortunately.

I hadn’t been able to make it to the store this week, and the bare refrigerator shelves showed it.

I had about a thimble of milk left, indicating that Sebastian had filled up his cereal with it this morning and had put it back thinking I’d find a recipe for something that called for a thimble of milk.

Sadly, I hadn’t found that recipe yet, but he felt it was his God given duty to provide me the last thimble of milk every time.

I finally settled on a peach cobbler since I had canned peaches and some canned biscuits.

It wouldn’t be the greatest I’d ever made, but it’d make the men at the fire station happy.

So I spent the next hour baking instead of cleaning, and left our house within ten minutes of the timer sounding its readiness, not bothering to change my clothes in the process.

Something I regretted the moment I pulled into the station and saw that the men were back from whatever call they’d gotten, and every one of them were standing in the bay talking.

My husband looked up when one of the men caught his attention, and smiled.

He started coming my way, and like every time I saw him after not seeing for a while, my breath caught in my throat and my heart started to pound.

God, my man was so sexy.

His hair was a little on the grayer side of brown these days, but he still looked edible.

His trimmed goatee was my favorite new addition, though.

Add into that fact that he was still wearing the bottom half of his bunker gear, and I was in trouble.

I wouldn’t be able to get any from him for another eighteen hours, and by the look on Sebastian’s face, he knew I was hot and bothered.

“Hey baby,” he said, leaning down into my window.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, moaning when he started to really kiss me back.

“What’d you make me?” he asked, licking my lips. “Your tongue tastes like you’ve been sampling the goods.”

I grinned. “Name me a cook that doesn’t taste as they go along, and I’ll stop doing it myself.”

He winked and opened my door. “Come inside, I want to show you what we found today at the scene of an accident.”

I looked down at my dirty, bleached shorts that barely covered my ass, and my braless state, and shook my head.

“Um, no. I’ll pass,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He grinned and took me by the arm, pulling me to my feet even though I didn’t want to go.

“Come on, I know you’ll like it,” he said.

I sighed and shook my hand loose from his grip, bending back into my car and pulling out the cobbler I made.

“Take this at least,” I said. “And make sure you don’t touch the bottom, it’s hot.”

“Motherfucker!” Sebastian growled, transferring the pan to his other hand and cursing when he was burned again.

“Hold it by the handles!” I admonished, taking the pan from him.

He stuck his tongue out, and I followed him into the building, ignoring the looks I was getting from Sebastian’s coworkers.

“They probably couldn’t keep from looking at how awful I look,” I mumbled, placing the pan down on the counter and turning to find Sebastian holding up a fluffy ball of fur. “No!”

He laughed. “I haven’t even asked you yet!”

“No. Final answer. I’m not cleaning up bunny shit on top of dog shit, child shit, and husband shit.”

“I don’t shit on the floor, Baylee,” Sebastian snorted.

I ignored him and walked to the box where Sebastian had placed the hugest fuckin’ rabbit I’d ever seen.

“No,” I said again.

He came around my back and wrapped his arms around my belly, pulling me in close.

“Please?” he whispered roughly against my neck, running his lips up and down the column of my throat. “The kids will love it.”

My earlier need started to slowly burn back to life, and I pressed my ass back against him.

“No,” I said a little less firmly this time.

His hand slipped under my shirt, and his fingers started to fondle my bare breasts.

“Come on, the kids’ll love it,” he said again.

I licked my lips, then shook my head.

If I spoke, I was sure I’d be giving in.

And I didn’t want another thing to take care of.

But when his hand slid under the elastic of my shorts, curling around my mound and coming to a rest against the lips of my sex, I almost agreed.

Almost.

I bit my lip when one finger started to slide between my lips, working back and forth over the wet slit of my sex.

A door slammed from somewhere behind us, and Sebastian started walking us forward.

Reflexively, I grabbed a hold of his suspenders as he more carried me, rather than allowed me to walk.

I moved with him, blinking in surprise when he led me into the bunk room where they slept.

The rooms were cordoned off, two to a room, and in the middle of the bunk rooms was the fire pole that led to the loft above stairs.

They’d converted it into a game room of sorts, so I wasn’t worried about anyone coming down the pole.

What I was worried about, however, was someone coming in the door directly behind us.

But Sebastian had gotten a little worked up, and I wasn’t sure he was thinking about innocent bunnies anymore when my back hit the fire pole and he lifted me up against it.

I gasped when his mouth came down on mine, and his hard cock started to dig into my pussy.

My pussy was soaked…absolutely drenched.

So when his hand moved back down to work underneath the elastic of my shorts, and even further past my panties into my dripping sex, he grinned.

“You want me?” he asked silkily, touching his lips to mine.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Duh.

He knew what he did to me.

And he liked it.

“It’s gonna have to be quick,” he said, explaining what his intentions were.

I nodded against his mouth, pulling his bottom lip into my mouth with a soft tug of my teeth.

He growled and shifted me, using one muscled thigh to hold me up while he worked the fly of his bunker pants down, revealing his massive cock.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” I panted.

He grinned. “There wasn’t time. I had to leave while I was in the middle of my shower. I’m pretty sure I still have soap on my balls.”

I moved my arms up to grab hold of the pole, biting my lip as I watched his muscles bulge and bunch as he moved me where he wanted me.

I licked my lips, looking down as he pulled the monster from his pants and let it lie against my covered mound as he shifted me once again.

This time it was to press me more firmly into the pole and to shift my body once again.

But it wasn’t going to work.

Not with my pants on.

Which I told him in the next second.

“Wait,” I said, panting slightly. “Let me go.”

He did, and I turned around and offered him my ass, and he grunted in approval.

My hands grasped the brass pole in front of me while I waited in anticipation as he pulled my shorts and panties down to mid-thigh, then lined his cock up with my soaking entrance.

With one swift push, he filled me up to the point of pain.

See, that was the thing about Sebastian.

It didn’t matter whether it was a month or a day, no matter how long it was in between one sexcapade to the next, I still had to strain to accommodate him.

He was big and thick, and I fucking loved it.

“Damn baby,” he grunted, placing both hands on my hips. “What were you doing today to be this wet?”

I snorted, resting my head against the cool brass pole, and pushed back against his thrusts.

“Cleaning up after you,” I giggled, moaning when he hit a particularly good spot. “You know how that gets me hot.”

He slapped my ass. “Lying’s not very nice.”

“Fuck nice.”

He grunted, slamming into me even harder, causing me to scream slightly.

He patted my ass.

“I’ll have to remember that cleaning up after me is a turn on,” he teased, pushing my shirt up over my breasts. “Lean forward and scooch your legs up.”

I did as directed, and startled slightly when my bare breasts touched the cool metal pole.

He growled behind me, moving his hands from my hips to my breasts.

Both hands moved simultaneously to capture a nipple, and he pressed both of my breasts in tight to the pole, pinching harder than I would’ve normally liked.

But this side of Sebastian always had a way of bringing out the dirty in me.

The rougher he was, the better, in my opinion.

It just wasn’t often that I got him to be rough with me.

“You were made to take my cock,” he growled as he thrust harder, pulling my nipples roughly.

I gasped, wanting so badly to have a pillow underneath me to scream into.

Alas, I didn’t, which was why my head was thrown back and Sebastian covered my mouth when he sensed my orgasm on the horizon.

“Don’t scream, or they’ll know exactly what you and I are doing in here,” he grunted.

He pushed harder, and his balls slapped against my clit.

And I could do nothing less but scream.

Loudly.

Because my orgasm took me out at the knees, bring me down so quick and hard that I didn’t have a single way to prevent the crash.

Waves of ecstasy washed over me as I came.

My throat burned as a loud screech was yanked out of it. Sebastian’s large hand covered my mouth, but it was too late.

I’d already alerted everyone of what we were doing in here.

But I didn’t care.

In fact, I was happy right then and I didn’t give a shit what they thought.

All I cared about was how Sebastian was filling me up with his come as jet after jet shot into me, splashing my channel and drowning it, one pulse at a time.

“Motherfucker,” Sebastian said through clenched teeth.

“Yes!” I insisted, pushing my hips back as he worked the last dregs of his orgasm out of himself.

My hands had a death grip on the pole in front of me, and my breasts heaved as I caught my breath.

“We should do that more often,” I panted.

Sebastian laughed and pulled out, yanking up my shorts in the next moment. The move allowed my shorts and panties to catch his come that I could already feel leaking out the moment he pulled himself free.

I turned around and studied him as he pushed his dick back into his pants, then further went on to zip them up without a care in the world that he was still wet with his and my release.

A soft knock had me hastily yanking down my shirt and looking at the door like it was some kind of foreign monster about to attack me.

“Was I loud?” I asked as Sebastian walked to the door.

“Not at all,” he lied, pulling open the door.

“Umm,” the fire recruit that was the newest potential member of the fire department stuttered. “They say that dinner is ready.”

I smiled into my hand as Sebastian gave the poor kid a glare and slammed the door in his face.

“What’s wrong?” I asked cheekily.

He narrowed his eyes at me.

“The kid was checking out your breasts, that’s what’s wrong,” he grumbled darkly.

I shrugged. “Alright, well I’ve got a ton more housework to do, and apparently some laundry as well,” I said, looking down at my shorts.

I hoped they didn’t look wet from behind.

That would be incredibly embarrassing.

“You know,” I grumbled, situating myself. “This would be better if you’d wear a condom on these times where I have to be around people almost immediately after we do this.”

Sebastian snorted.

“Yeah, there’s never going to be a condom between us. Ever,” he said matter of factly.

My eye started to twitch.

“This doesn’t let you off the hook for not telling me you needed a dessert…or you not picking up your shoes,” I informed him.

He winced. “Sorry.”

I rolled my eyes and ran my hands down his chest, relishing in the hardness.

God, he was so sexy and perfect.

He didn’t look like he’d aged a year since we’d gotten together.

Me, on the other hand; I looked like I’d gained about fifty pounds, even though it was really around twenty-five.

My stomach was flabby, and I was fairly sure I had a double chin…not that Sebastian ever confirmed nor denied it when I asked him about it.

“Get that look off your face,” Sebastian said, pulling me into his body.

I smiled sadly at him.

“About that double chin,” I started.

He growled and picked me up until my eyes were level with his.

“For the last fuckin’ time, you’re not fat. And even if you were fat, which you aren’t, I wouldn’t give a fuck. Because you got those stretch marks from birthing my kid. You have an ass that I like to fuck, and I like the way your breasts jiggle when I fuck you. Enough about your fucking double chin, even though you don’t have one,” he said roughly.

I smiled and pulled his face forward until his mouth hit mine.

“Good answer, big boy,” I said. “I love you like a fat kid loves cake.”

He rolled his eyes, but he kissed me back. “It’d be more meaningful if you said you loved me like Dixie loves beer.”

I laughed and dropped my mouth to his once more, and might have gone for a little something more, but the tones dropped, signaling a call.

“Be good,” I told him, dropping my legs from around his waist. “And be safe.”

He gave me one last kiss before he left, and I followed him outside and watched as they all piled into an ambulance and the firetruck, pulling away within a minute of the call.

With my heart in my throat, I walked to my car and prayed that, just like the last time, he’d make it through this call, as well as the rest of the calls he responded to.