by Dani Lovell
He grins, “Yes, okay then. Maybe in the morning…” his cheeky tone makes me giggle again.
“You coming back again in the morning? Because I sure as hell know you aren’t staying over.” He laughs heartily in response.
He continues to hold me, longer than is probably necessary, but I’m okay with it, actually. I’m so impressed about what we’ve just achieved that I think I’m a little awed.
He pulls his head back slightly, without releasing me, and looks down at my face. I look up to meet his gaze; both of us grinning like school kids. “Lexie, there is so much more to you than meets the eye. You’re sexy as fuck.”
“Ha!” I shout, thoroughly amused at his unexpected comment. “Well, thank you… I think.”
“Now, I know you’re not that kind of a girl,”
“Woman,” I correct.
“Sorry; woman. And I know you’re not interested in me like that, but would you please indulge me and consummate this gratifying moment with a kiss?”
I giggle loudly; he really is funny. And I’m not overly against the idea either. “Um… I’d say that would be okay.” How times change.
“You would?” he cries in disbelief, making me laugh, and he certainly doesn’t need the answer clarifying, his lips are against mine in a split-second; warm, soft and swoon-worthy.
I close my eyes instinctively and my mouth opens slightly as I subconsciously invite him to enhance the moment with a little ‘tongue tasting’. His breath is… it’s bizarrely delicious. He tastes of wine and man; two things I enjoy very much.
He moans almost silently, his hands slowly gliding over my body, holding me tightly. His tongue rolls in waves with mine, his masculine face moving gently against mine. I raise my hand to stroke his cheek, to run my fingernails through his beard… I’m succumbing to this; I want this… him.
With one hand still wrapped around his back, I press into him with the other and slowly ease it downwards to his pert, muscular butt. I grab hard, pushing his groin into my body, my hot, wanton, shameless body. What the hell has come over me? Actually, I don’t really care, I don’t even want to think about it, I just want to get right down to it, here, now.
“Ugh,” he groans loudly as I feel that very important part of him harden against my lower belly. He holds me tighter, almost squashing me, and masterfully walks with me to the mirrored wall behind the monkey bars.
He presses me against it and pulls neglectfully away from my face, sinking to his knees and clutching the sides of my pencil skirt, forcing it up my thighs roughly, making me gasp in surprise. He mutters as he pushes his mouth against my flesh, kissing both the lace at the top of my hold-ups and my hot, desperate skin.
“My God, my God… Lexie…” he moans gravely as if he’ll drop down dead if he doesn’t get inside me in the next thirty seconds. But I’m the same. I’m feeling it, too… I need to feel him, too.
I grasp at the skin on his shoulders, tugging lightly as he moves his lips and tongue against the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, desperate for him to at least brush a little higher, a little more centrally, a little more... there.
The fact that we’re in the communal, residential gym doesn’t seem to be concerning me - whatsoever, and I close my mind as much as possible to those thoughts because I want this to happen.
I certainly didn’t want to want it, but now – having experienced that extremely satisfying and really quite arousing form of exercise, feeling his hard muscles moving against me in a way I can almost recognise from that one time in Aspen - I definitely do.
My head rolls back onto my shoulders as I savour this feeling of being devoured. His little sighs and grunts vibrating against my skin only confirms his arousal, his excitement about doing these things with me.
Suddenly, he grabs my hips and stands again, pushing his lips against mine forcefully, ramming me backwards into the wall. Subliminally, I raise my thigh up the side of his leg, pressing the inside of my knee against his hip, desperately needing to feel him between my legs - and letting him know it.
He responds accordingly, grabbing my thigh in his strong hand and pulling it higher, roughly. It really is an excellent job that I’m flexible; he’s going for it, no holds barred. I imagine many could have had a hip out of joint by now. But for me, it’s good. Stretching is satisfying anyway, but in a carnal situation like this one, it’s downright necessary for full on intensity and indulgence. He can tug my leg out of joint any time he likes.
My skirt no longer has a role to play today; it’s crumpled around my waist, exposing my lower undergarments to Sebastian’s well hidden nether regions, and the only thing that bothers me about that, is that I want to be exposing my undergarments to his bare wood.
His kiss is still entirely voracious, his hands exploring both my naked thigh, and my active jaw. I release him and mischievously dip my hands down to his pants, unfastening the waistband.
He moans into my mouth as I lower the zipper. “Lexie, oh God, yes.” I close my eyes and continue to kiss him fervently, and I push down his pants until they fall to the floor, before sliding my fingers inside his tight underwear. The combination of his hot skin and body hair against my fingertips creates a lasting, vigorous spasm deep inside me, and I yelp, desperately.
I’m moving quickly, but in my mind, it all seems to be processing in super slow motion. Slipping his underwear down his hips, feeling more and more of that forbidden flesh, I can’t help but cry out again, needing more.
I run my fingers around to the front of the waistband and pull it out and over his hard erection so he doesn’t get caught up as I pull them past his butt. I can’t see it because my face is pre-occupied with his, but with my eyes closed, I’m picturing his thick shaft bouncing from his underwear, his hot and heavy testicles dropping as their fabric cocoon moves away.
The thought of that frustratingly arousing part of him where his delicious, rock hard stem meets the soft, wrinkled skin of his nuts sends a fast flow of arousal to the gusset of my thong. What is it about that bit? Maybe it’s because that’s the only bit that’s left in the open when a guy is buried deep inside me. Wow. I’m horny as all hell.
“Fuck,” he cries, wrapping his arm tightly around my waist and hoisting me up, my legs automatically curling around his hips. His free hand slips between us and his fingers frenziedly pull my panties to the side, exposing my drenched and needy hot centre to his fingertips.
There’s no preparation for this, no titillating or foreplay, we’re going into this fast and lustfully, and it’s hotter than hot.
“Hold the bars,” he orders, breathlessly.
“Huh?” I ask, still immersed in the erotic moment.
“The bars, above you. Hold them.”
I look up, confused, not thinking fully, and grab two of the monkey bars, my legs tightly around his hips, and he lets go of my waist and panties to take a condom from a magical place I didn’t know about, and expertly enwraps himself. Immediately, he guides his rod to me, his other hand securing my panties to the side again.
He looks directly at my face as we make the lower body contact, as he touches me with his very tip – hot and swollen and ready. I nod - frowning, urgency overpowering my every thought.
His face is serious, he’s concentrating hard and it’s deliciously enticing, I can’t wait to see him come.
His glistening tongue escapes his mouth, brushing his upper lip as he focuses, and he pushes forward, slowly and exquisitely opening me, filling me generously.
I cry out, my head falling backwards again and he grunts animalistically as our bodies connect on the deepest level… literally – he’s further inside me than I think anyone has ever been and it feels fucking unreal. Sebastian Love is overpowering my mind, body and soul… and vagina. And I love every second of it.
“Yes!” I cry, loudly.
“Oh God, Lexie…” he moans, desperately, as he moves his hips backwards and forwards, slowly filling me for the second time. “You’re tight, baby… you’r
e so fucking good.”
“Oh…” I wail, loudly, becoming more and more aroused by his arousal.
He lets go of my panties and holds my hips firmly with both hands. “Hold on tight,” he says through gritted teeth and I nod, tightening my fingers around the unforgiving, cold metal poles above me, not even questioning why I might need to hold tightly.
He uses his strong hands to push my torso away from him just enough without losing that intimate contact, my legs loosely clinging to his waist, and then he pulls me back into him with a brute force that sees me temporarily weaken, his full length lusciously enveloped by my tightness.
“Oh God!” I cry out, surprised at the raw prurience of the position, and he repeats his movement, pushing me away from him and pulling me back forcibly. What we must look like, attached at the groin, dangling from monkey bars, shirts and blouses on, butts and legs out for all to see – it would obviously be shocking for anyone if they came in now, but I’m pushing that to the back of my mind while Sebastian is hard and strong inside me, pleasuring me so intensely.
He continues, speeding up substantially so that he’s pumping hard and fast inside me as I hold myself up, my biceps working overtime in the most satisfying way. Feeling every inch of his thick shaft moving through my wetness, sliding in and out as my narrow gulley clings tightly to everything it can get.
His balls slam against me, repeatedly, sending harsh tingles through to my clitoris, conveying a message to explode any minute. No, no, no… you may not come, Alexia. More!
I moan continuously as he thrusts again and again, quickly winding me up to that place that I can’t return from until I let go, spinning into oblivion. And frustratingly, I’m very near. My arms can take so much more than this! I have to continue!
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come, Lex,” he moans, desperately, as he furiously thumps into me, which isn’t helping my situation one bit. The thought of him releasing deep inside me, the thought of him getting there because of me – makes it start, and I wail.
“Oh, fuck, Seb… it’s coming…”
“Yes, baby,” he shouts, ardently, in response, “come with me, I’m going to shoot so fucking deep, Lex.”
It’s my undoing. That’s it, there’s no coming back. And as I break, the words begin to flow from my mouth without any forethought whatsoever, a natural, erotic flow of whorish smut. “Yes, baby, shoot your hot juice inside me, fill me up, I’m coming so fucking hard and wet around your thick cock… fill me up!”
I wail as I peak, spasm after spasm of uncontrollable ecstasy, and he cries out too, his voice course as he thrusts so hard that I almost lose my grip on the bars.
Somehow I manage to observe his face amidst the furore; his frown intense, sweat beading on his crinkled forehead, his jaw clenched. He’s rugged and raw. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look more handsome.
“Fu-uck.” He stutters as he jolts violently against my body, dropping his head to the crook of my neck, softly kissing my overheated skin as he slows.
I moan, quietly as I come down, slowly pushing myself onto him to ease that final tingle that lingers after a strong climax.
“Ah…” he whispers, long and slow into my ear. “Lex. You…”
“Mmm.” I tilt my head to the side, my eyes closed, fully relaxed. Well, except for my aching arms, partially holding me up.
“Baby let go,” he whispers, and I tighten my legs around him as I gently release the bars, wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, his sweat beginning to dampen his shirt.
He pushes me against the wall again, more gently this time, and I lower my legs to stand, his spent manhood slipping from me.
He kisses my neck again as we stand silently, embracing each other. He reaches down; I presume to deal with the condom, and slowly leans away from me.
“Lexie, wow.”
“Uh huh.” I nod, agreeing.
“I knew it’d be good, but… jeez.”
“It was good, Sebastian. I enjoyed it.”
He chuckles. “Yeah, er… I think I could tell.”
I smile, stepping away and pulling my skirt down my legs as he stares on. “I… um… I’m sorry for the things I said… it just kinda happens sometimes,” I say, a little embarrassed.
“Don’t be, you definitely have a way with words. Highly unexpected.” I nod and look down. “Seriously, Lexie. I love what you were saying. I love that you’re not what I expect; I love that you have surprises around every corner.”
“Well, okay,” I say, gently, brushing my hair from my face. “We should, er, we should get back.”
“Yes, let’s.”
We find our discarded clothes and dress once more, preparing to leave. Sebastian collects the wine glasses and hands me one as I take a last look around, making sure we haven’t left anything.
“One hell of a workout, huh?” he says, smiling as we walk to the door. I turn the light out and giggle, holding the door for him.
“Yes, quite.”
“I’d like to do that routine again.”
“I’m sure you would. Maybe you’ll find a nice lady to fulfil that wish for you.”
“I’ve found the lady I’d like to fulfil it. I don’t think I’d want to do that with anyone else.”
“Ah, I see,” I respond, smiling as we meander down the halls towards my apartment. “Well, we will have to see about that.”
“I very much hope we will.”
CHAPTER TEN
TUESDAY 18TH MARCH
I stir in the very early hours, it’s probably about four thirty, and I’m facing a very serene looking Sebastian love. My heart skips a beat, not because I’m having the panic attack I might usually have, waking up next to such a creature, and certainly not because I’m falling for the guy, but just… because.
I’m actually okay about what we did last night. I’m slightly shocked that I fucked a man in the gym without even checking to see if the doors had locks, bearing in my mind my name is not Tilly, but I’m feeling quite satisfied.
Somewhere, deep down, there has been a form of sexual tension between us, I’ve always vehemently denied it, but I shall now come forth as the honest woman that I always claim to be, and admit it. Somewhere inside of me, I wanted to fuck Sebastian Love. I also wanted to quite like him, and I do; I do like him, and I do like the fact that he’s lying next to me in my bed right now. I think I’d even go as far as to say that I think I’d like to see him again, too.
The rest of last night was a lot more sophisticated, in the end, and a lot less crude. No more disgustingly filthy words erupted from my face, thankfully, and we managed to sit and talk for a good couple of hours, joined by a couple of fantastic guests, Pinot Grigio and Sauvignon Blanc. There might have been a little kissing in the piano area… a little touching, perhaps, but I shan’t deny nor confirm either.
We decided that it wasn’t a terrible idea for Sebastian to stay at the apartment, and it wouldn’t be preposterous if he slept in my bed with me. We were extraordinarily exhausted by the time we climbed into my soft linens, so we knew there wasn’t going to be any more naughtiness, or maybe it was just because I passed out the minute my head hit the pillow… either way, we managed to keep it clean for the remainder of the evening.
As I lie here and look at his sleeping face, it’s hard to recall a time when I thought he was a lewd, egotistical bigot. He’s actually really quite nice, and very funny, too.
I check the time on my bedside clock and snuggle my torso back into the sheets, kicking them off my claustrophobic feet. It’s four, near enough my guess, and I have another two hours before I need to be up for work. I wonder, as I slip into a calming doze, how the morning will go. What should I make him for breakfast? Will we go out for breakfast before work? Will he want a cup of coffee? Maybe he prefers tea, or juice even. Do I have juice?
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His hand skims my belly as I roll onto my back, stretching as I wake. Before I open my eyes, his bearded face brushes my shoulder, those s
oft lips pressing against my neck.
“Mmm, good morning,” I whisper with a smile on my face, and he remains silent, exploring my early morning, sleepy body.
His hand moves from my belly to my hip, and from my hip to my pubic region, and from there… oh. The way his fingers slowly nuzzle into my most sensitive zone creates that buzz deep within, the promise of impending wickedness.
I’m still so tired, and my regions very much unprepared for such an early fondle, but just picturing that part of him that so easily turns me on, and acknowledging the expertise of his fingers cultivates a readiness; an arousal that invites him to continue, and indeed, progress.
“Oh,” I whisper, gently, “that feels so good, Sebastian.”
“Shh,” he responds, abruptly, almost scolding me.
“Um… okay?” I say a little louder, perturbed at his authoritative manner, letting him know I’m unhappy about it, but I’m reluctant to take it further while I’m being so delectably handled.
He clearly picks up on my tone and rectifies the situation, whispering, “Just enjoy it.”
I nod, strangely and uncharacteristically submissive, and he slowly slips his fingers further down to my entrance and gently circles, feeling my arousal. I moan and arch my back, desperate for him to satisfy me, to fill me.
He uses his other hand to pull my silk nightgown from my left breast and lowers his face, kissing and then gloriously sucking the nipple. I moan louder, my flesh prickling as his mouth smoothly manipulates the hypersensitive peak, and his fingers continue to seduce my ripe opening.
He releases my breast and moves slowly down the bed until he is crouching between my legs, pushing them further apart. The morning light through the curtains is dim, but it’s bright enough for me to be totally on display for him. And I like it.
It would be fair to say that this man has incredible oral skills, not only does his tongue seem to be able to execute some kind of clitoral somersault, he also manages to perfect his rhythm magnificently.
