by Sian Ceinwen
Lita doubted anyone at all believed him, but obviously, his friends were kind enough not to make any comment. Becky wasn’t about to let her get away with it, though.
“It’s okay, Lita,” Becky smirked at her, “You can just completely ditch me on our night out in Chicago!”
Lita leaned down and said quietly into Becky’s ear, “You say that like you didn’t say to me earlier, and I quote, ‘I won’t even be mad if you ditch me to go fuck him.’”
“And I’m not. So, there you go. Have fun!” Becky grinned at her.
“I’ll send the limo back for you guys,” Sebastian told them as they exchanged their goodbyes.
Sebastian held Lita’s hand as they followed his bodyguard out of the nightclub. He stroked the skin of her hand with his thumb, and Lita found herself wildly aroused whilst also being mildly amazed she was planning to sleep with Sebastian Fox.
Sebastian’s bodyguard opened the door of the limousine for them to get in.
“Thanks, Daryl.” Sebastian smiled at him and let Lita get in first.
Sebastian got into the car, closing the door behind him. He sat on the seat, pulled her onto his lap, then had her turn so she was facing him and straddling him. Her knees were on the leather seat, either side of his muscled thighs.
He pulled Lita’s head down to his to kiss her again. Once Sebastian broke their kiss, he kissed her neck, then up along her chin, before making his way with kisses back toward her mouth. Then he kissed her on the mouth, once more entwining his tongue with hers, while one hand rubbed her back and the other reached up to cup her breast.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, Lolita.” She knew it was the truth; she could literally feel it beneath her.
“What if I say no?” she asked him, partially teasing, but also curious as to what he would do if she did turn him down at this point.
“Then I would have to beat myself into submission—literally. I would never force a woman to do something she didn’t want to do, Lita.”
“Good,” she said, then leaned down to kiss him again after she clarified, “But it’s also a good thing I’m not going to say no.”
The car started to move, and Lita moved off Sebastian’s lap to sit next to him instead.
“I did always wonder, you know…” she trailed off, biting her lip as he looked at her.
“What did you wonder?” He raised an eyebrow.
“How the fuck you manage to convince so many women to sleep with you,” she said honestly.
Sebastian threw back his head and laughed loudly. “Have you figured it out, then?”
“I’ll let you know tomorrow morning, I guess,” she said.
He leaned down and gently kissed her neck, then trailed soft kisses up to her ear, where he whispered to her, “I promise you won’t regret it.”
4
LEVEL 1.6 – Sexual Healing
The countdown begins now. Only thirty-eight weeks to go.
The limousine stopped in front of a high-rise apartment building. Even from the outside, it exuded wealth and luxury. A doorman was standing at the entrance to let people in and out of the lobby.
They walked up to the building entrance, and the doorman said, “Good evening, Mr. Fox.”
“Evening, Jeff,” Sebastian replied with a smile as they walked past him.
They made their way toward a bank of elevators, and Sebastian pressed the up button. Their hands were still linked and he was rubbing her skin with his thumb again. The doors to the elevator opened and, as they walked into it, Sebastian pulled a wallet out of his pocket and swiped it over a keycard reader. The light changed from red to green, and Sebastian pressed the button at the top which read, ‘PH.’
Lita’s stomach dropped as the elevator traveled swiftly to the penthouse. When the elevator reached the floor, she stumbled slightly as it leveled off, and the doors opened.
“Are you okay, princess?” Sebastian asked her, using the arm he wasn’t holding her hand with to steady her.
“Yeah, stupid fast elevators.”
“It took me a while to get used to it.” He smiled at her and led her into his apartment.
Lita was taken aback; they were standing in an entryway where the lift had deposited them. She could see an open living area with a sofa and an incredible entertainment set-up. There was a bar which looked very well-stocked. To the side, she could see what looked to be a kitchen. Near that, there was a hallway she assumed would lead to at least one bedroom.
Directly opposite her, through the living room, there was another open space which had a pool table sitting in front of floor to ceiling windows which provided a spectacular view of Chicago at night. While she was taking everything in, he seemed to be watching for her reaction.
“Want to have a look around?” he asked her with a kind smile.
“Fuck yes!”
Sebastian laughed at her enthusiasm, leading her over to the room with the pool table.
“Holy shit, the Cruise Control symbol. This is custom made.” Her mouth dropped open, and he nodded at her. “Slate bed?”
“Of course.”
“Makes sense—Sebastian Fox couldn’t possibly play pool on anything less than a slate bed pool table,” she smirked.
“I accept only the best,” he grinned, then allowed his gaze to trail over her body. “That’s why you’re here, princess.”
She looked up at him, wondering vaguely how she had come to this position. How was she, Lita Ciccone, here in Chicago and about to sleep with Sebastian Fox? It was utterly surreal, and yet, she also felt as though there was nothing more right in the world.
“How about you show me your bedroom?” she asked him.
“Well, I had thought about the idea of playing a game of strip pool…” he trailed off.
“Now is not the time for pool, strip or otherwise,” she smiled. “Now is the time for you to show me your bedroom.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re sexy as sin, Lolita?” he asked her as he led her to the hallway she’d expected would lead to bedrooms.
“No, but I bet it’s been said about you. Ask me how I know,” she smirked at him.
Sebastian opened a door and allowed her to walk through in front of him.
He pressed a touchpad on the wall, which lit the room with dim lighting, and asked, “You think I’m sexy as sin?”
“Sebastian Fox, half the world thinks you’re sexy as sin,” she laughed. “Especially now Gabriel’s off the market.”
“I’m not asking half the world, princess; I’m asking you.” He raised an eyebrow at her.
“Me? I think you’re a dangerous path to travel, but here I am, about to give myself to the big bad wolf.”
She laughed and he laughed with her, then led her over to the bed. They both kicked off their shoes, and she shrugged off her jacket before climbing on to it.
Sebastian’s face hovered over hers, and he said, “Am I really that bad?”
“Would I be here if you were?” she asked him.
“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me? Would you be?”
“No, Seb.” He smiled as she used his nickname. “I wouldn’t be.”
He covered her mouth with his and they continued the make-out session they’d been having in the car. Lita didn’t know what she’d expected from being in Sebastian Fox’s bed, but it certainly wasn’t this; she’d thought he would be eager to fuck her and then send her on her merry way back to the hotel.
Instead, he seemed to want to take his time with her. Everything Sebastian had said and done all night had been leading up to this. He’d ramped Lita up to the point where she was more than ready to have sex with him, and now, suddenly, he was slowing it down again.
“Sebastian,” she breathed at him when he ended one of their kisses, “I need more.”
“Do you really, princess?” he asked her, and she nodded. “I was just giving you plenty of time to back out.”
She swallowed heavily as he pulled her top off over her head, then unclip
ped her bra and threw it on the growing pile of clothes on the floor next to the bed. He took one of her breasts in his mouth, using a hand to play with the other. Again, he seemed to be taking his time, listening to the mewling noises of pleasure she made for him.
After some time, he kissed his way from her breasts, down her stomach, and to the top of her jeans. Sebastian unbuttoned them, then pulled them down her legs and dropped them on the pile of clothes. He picked up her left leg and kissed her ankle, causing her to gasp.
Sebastian continued to kiss her leg, all the way up until he’d reached the edge of her underwear. He set her leg back down on the bed, so her left hip was wide open. Then, he picked up her right leg and followed the same process. When he’d set her second leg down, her legs were spread wide, and she felt deliciously exposed.
He placed his head in front of her, inhaled deeply, and said in a husky voice, “You smell so fucking hot.”
“Did you just sniff me, Sebastian Fox?” she laughed.
“I did,” he grinned. “And you smell wet, and like sex, and as though you’re going to be tasty as fuck.”
Lita did not know what to say to that. She’d never been with a man like Sebastian before. Not just a rock star. Not just hot as hell. But so completely and utterly at ease with his sexuality. Unashamed to smell her and tell her what he thought about it.
“Well, there’s only one way for you to find out,” she finally said.
He didn’t need any more invitation to pull her underwear off and throw it to the side. Sebastian made sure her legs were spread wide again as he sat up in front of her with one hand on either of her thighs to hold them apart, and just looked at her most intimate area for what had to have been a solid minute. Lita started to squirm—it was uncomfortable to be looked at like this.
Finally, he looked at her face and smiled. “God, you’re beautiful, princess.”
Then, he put his face between her legs, using his tongue and fingers expertly to bring her to orgasm in what felt like seconds, but could easily have been hours. Lita had completely lost the ability to gauge the passing of time.
Sebastian stood up from the bed, stripped his clothes off, and as he dropped his jeans and briefs to the floor, Lita couldn’t stop herself from bursting into laughter.
“Well, that’s not the reaction I’m used to getting. What’s so funny, princess?” Sebastian laughed as he raised an eyebrow at her.
“I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to laugh. I’d heard that you had a Cruise Control tattoo, but I didn’t think it was true.”
Lita felt the blood rushing to her face as a wave of embarrassment flooded over her, and she worried she’d killed the mood.
“I have no regrets about getting my tattoo,” Sebastian shrugged and joined her on the bed.
"Well, now I don't feel as bad about mine." Lita laughed and pulled her hair aside to reveal the nape of her neck, where she'd had the Cruise Control symbol tattooed last year.
He lay on the bed next to her and kissed her neck before grinning at her. "I probably shouldn't find that as sexy as I do."
Lita felt herself flush at his comment. If Sebastian Fox was hot when he was clothed, he was absolutely glorious to look at when he was naked. They began making out again, and she reached between them to stroke him.
Eventually, she broke one of their kisses and made her way down to suck him. Sebastian was well-endowed, and, as much as she loved giving him head, she hadn’t been doing it for long before her jaw started to hurt, and she had to stop.
Sebastian laughed. “You’re not the first woman to have that problem, princess, and you won’t be the last.”
This casual reminder of the many other women he’d been with and would be with in the future took the shine off everything for a moment. Then, he looked her in the eyes, and she no longer cared. Lita was going to make the most of her night with Sebastian Fox. She would enjoy every damn second of having this man here with her, and she’d deal with her feelings about being a notch on his bedpost in the morning.
He was kissing her again, and all reason left her head as he reached a hand down to finger her clit. Lita focused on the sensations flowing through her body until she reached a second orgasm. She was surprised when it happened. Lita was well in tune with her own body but had rarely found a man who could get her to come more than once in a single sex session.
Of course, most men spent far less time tormenting her senses than Sebastian had tonight. He broke their kiss, lifted his fingers to his mouth, and sucked her juices off them.
“You shouldn’t look so surprised, princess,” he smirked. “I like the way you taste.”
Then he leaned over and grabbed a condom out of his bedside table, opened it, and rolled it onto his cock.
“The ride is ready and waiting,” he told her, “If it’s one you personally want to take, of course.”
Lita laughed at his use of her own words. She straddled him, then eased herself slowly down onto his cock. It had been over a year for her, and Sebastian was big. Eventually, she managed to get him all the way in, and she sat there for a moment, not moving and just enjoyed the feeling of him filling her so completely.
“Lita from three hours ago was an idiot,” she told him. “Lita from right now understands this is, without a doubt, the best ride of her life.”
She started moving on him, then. The feeling of him moving inside her was exquisite. He was moaning with her, and she loved it. The look on his face when he came, and the feeling of it, as her muscles tightened around him was superb. Sebastian pulled out of Lita, disposed of the condom, and they fell asleep together with his arms holding her close to him.
Lita woke the next morning, naked, and with Sebastian’s erection pressing against her back. Holy shit, she had slept with him last night. As she had told them all at the pool hall yesterday, her memory was completely clear, and every moment of their night together was available for her to play back. For once, she was glad. It had been the best sex of her life.
She wanted to do it again now. Would he want to, though? He was physically ready, but he was sleeping right now. As much as Lita wanted to wake Sebastian by putting her mouth around his cock, she couldn’t, in good conscience, do that. Instead, she just lay there and waited for him to wake up.
After a while, he groaned and pulled her tighter against him before kissing her neck. “Good morning, princess.”
“I thought you might have forgotten who you slept with last night,” she laughed.
He rolled her over so she was facing him, and kissed her deeply. “As if I could forget the woman who gave me some of the best sex of my life last night.”
“Some of?” She raised her eyebrows at him. “I can probably tell you that you almost made my top ten, then.”
Sebastian rolled on top of her as he pushed her onto her back on the bed.
“You’re a liar, princess.” He kissed her, and she could feel his hard erection pressing against her stomach. “You told me last night I was the ‘best ride of your life.’”
“Weird, my perfect recall seems to be failing me now.” She pulled him back down to kiss her again.
They made out for a long time. Then Sebastian leaned over to get a condom, put it on, and pushed himself inside her. Once he was deep inside Lita, he reached between them so he could rub her clit back and forth. Sebastian kept doing this, as well as slowly thrusting in and out of her, until she felt an orgasm building. As soon as Lita had come for him, Sebastian dropped his head to hers, kissed her again, then began to fuck her in earnest.
He held Lita’s hips and pumped in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his back before moaning his name loudly. That seemed to be his undoing because, the next minute, she felt his cock pulse inside her the way it had done last night as well. It felt amazing, but Sebastian froze completely.
Lita contracted her muscles around him, and he said sternly, “Stop, Lolita.”
Sebastian gripped the base of his cock to hold the condom on as he pulled himsel
f out of her. Immediately, she realized what the problem was: the condom had broken. Her eyes widened as the reality of what had just happened hit her.
“Are you on the pill?” he asked her.
“No, I’m not. I mean, I had no reason to…” she trailed off.
“You should be on the pill anyway!”
“Why?” she frowned at him.
“Just in case,” he said coolly.
Lita laughed, but it was a hollow sound. “Just in case I meet Sebastian Fox, have sex with him, and the condom breaks? Fuck off.”
“You’ll have to take the morning-after pill,” he told her.
“Don’t think I won’t.”
“Go and shower; the bathroom is that way.” He pointed to a door at the side of the room.
Lita walked in the direction he’d indicated, feeling utterly humiliated. Sebastian had changed. He had been so kind and wonderful and sexy to her that she had forgotten who he was. The way he was treating her now was exactly the way she had expected Sebastian Fox would treat the women he slept with. A toy to be discarded when he was done playing with it.
She showered, took one of the plush towels that hung on the rack, and dried herself. Lita was horrified to realize she would need to walk back into his room to get her clothes. He wasn’t there, though; he’d disappeared, and her clothes had been piled on the bed.
Lita dressed as quickly as she could, wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. She also needed to figure out where and how she could get the morning-after pill. That was her top priority right now. She left his room and entered the living area. He was sitting on the sofa, a tumbler of brown liquid in his hand.
“Daryl will take you back to your hotel,” he said tonelessly, nodding over to the suited man standing near the entrance.
“Thanks,” she said quietly.
“Make sure you get that fucking pill,” he said again.
Lita felt heat rushing to her cheeks, but she tilted her chin high in the air and replied, “Of course.”
As she was walking away from him, she heard him mutter, “This is why I never fucking sleep with them more than once.”
