I meet his lips with the hunger pulsing through me.He devours me.I demand more.
He drops to his knees and crushes his front to mine.I groan as he slips a hand inside my bodice and cups my breast.His callused fingers knead, pluck, and twist.I squeak and pull my head away.
“Be gentle.I’m sensitive today,” I breathe.
He growls and nips my lower lip.
“Was I too rough this morning?”he asks.
I shake my head.
“No.I should start my period soon,” I admit.
He pushes my bodice aside and studies my breast as it overflows his hand.Mischief sparkles in his dark eyes.
I squeal and twist my hands in his hair as he closes his mouth around my nipple.He teases me with gentle flicks, tortures me with playful swirls, and tips me dangerously close to orgasm with demanding strokes of his tongue.The hard metal through my sensitive flesh adds a delicious element to the overwhelming sensations.
I whisper his name.
He pushes my pants and panties down my legs before lifting me off my feet.I wrap my legs around his waist.He rises with ease and strides to the couch.
I welcome his weight on top of me and writhe with impatience.
With barely leashed desperation in his every move, he worships me with teeth and tongue as he brings us both to the heights of pleasure.I struggle to breathe as he works his thick cock into my body, his slow invasion a delicious agony I wish would never end.My newest piercing is healed enough it doesn’t sting, but the tug of sensitive flesh zings straight to my core.
We find our release together and lie shaking and spent in each other’s arms.
“This is the outfit I want,” I croak.
He smirks and rubs his lips over mine.
“Whatever my sweet pea wants.Let me see it again before we go,” he murmurs.
After a gentle yet thorough wipe down, he carries the bottom half of my outfit to me.As I wriggle into my panties and pants, he adjusts his trousers.
The telltale sound of a slap filters through the wall.A woman’s raised voice follows.
Alarm spears through me as I recognize Hilary’s sharp, direct tone.
Despite his confusion, Sebastian shuffles back when I push him and jump to my feet.Fixing my bodice as best as I can, I rush to the door and fling it open.
Hilary’s heel disappears around the corner at the end of the hall.
Connor Pen, her boss of eight years, exits the changing room beside ours.An angry red blotch in the shape of her hand grows more pronounced on his cheek every second.He meets my eyes, inhales, then turns and follows Hilary.
I rush forward, but Sebastian’s gigantic hand wraps around my upper arm and stops me.I crane my neck up and back to meet his eyes.
Nausea slams through me.I yank free of his grip and dart into the bathroom across the hall.
The unexpected turn of events scatters every last one of my brain cells into the wind.
Sebastian helps me tidy up and offers me a stick of gum.
“I think you jinxed us, sweet pea,” he gloats.
“What?”I ask.
He cocoons me in his arms.I burrow into his chest.
