His tongue pressed against my lips, and I parted them so that my own could meet it. They brushed gently against each other, tasting each other, before my lips widened further to invite him into my mouth.
He accepted the invitation. One of his hands briefly left me, just reaching back behind him long enough to establish that yes, the counter was there. He leaned back against it, drawing me forward as he moved back so that the distance between us never widened. I came obediently as he pulled me along with him, refusing to break that connection between us that tied our bodies together at the lips.
Finally, however, we had to part long enough to grab a couple gasping breaths, and I knew that this was my chance. I needed to speak up, make it clear that we couldn't go any further.
"Seb," I got out. "We shouldn't do this."
"I think we should," he countered, and I found his argument to be strangely persuasive. "It's not like this is the first time we've done it, Tori."
Sure, he had a point. "But this time..." I ran out of words. How could I explain that this was different, that we weren't just a couple of bodies seeking physical relief from our raging hormones after over-indulging in alcohol and other mind-altering substances?
Or maybe we were, my brain countered that thought. Maybe this was just physical. That's almost certainly how Seb saw it. Why couldn't I view it that way, as well? I'd certainly felt almost insanely horny a few times in the last couple weeks, and it certainly wasn't from anything Seb had done. If I needed some sex, why shouldn't I receive it?
Even as my brain struggled with this clear conundrum, Seb hadn't stopped moving his hands over me. He'd turned me around, trapped me between him and the counter. He suddenly tightened his grip on my ass, lifted me, set me up on the counter like a doll.
"Just relax," he whispered to me, as his hands slipped to my hips, tugging at the shirt that hung loosely on me, still big enough to cover up the growing bump of my belly. "The books say that sex is good for pregnant women."
"Liar."
His smile shone back at me as his hands started to explore the forbidden areas beneath my clothes.
Chapter Thirteen
SEBASTIAN
*
She'd finally given in. I didn't need to hold back my grin of triumph as I leaned in to kiss Tori again, while my hands made inroads beneath her shirt against the forced modesty of her baggy clothing.
When she'd first come back from her time out (at some café in the area? And she'd been working as a waitress, of all possible things?), I'd been filled with both relief that she was okay, and annoyance that she stayed out so long without telling me. A little part of my mind wondered at that; why did it bother me? We weren't really together, and it wasn't like she had to stick around here every second. Why should it get under my skin that she wanted to spend time out at some restaurant, slumming it as a waitress?
But it did bother me, and I confronted her about it. At least, that's what I intended to do. Have a responsible (hah!) discussion.
Somehow, she managed to completely flip the conversation on me. Instead of us discussing how she'd stayed out practically all afternoon without giving me any heads-up as to her location, we instead ended up talking about how I was bored out of my mind, how I only hit on her because the two of us were cooped up in the same house together.
She was wrong on that, I told myself. I wasn't hitting on her because I was bored. I was hitting on her because I was horny as hell, and she was the only woman I'd seen in weeks, and even though I wanted to be a responsible parent and support her in this pregnancy, that didn't mean that the two of us couldn't have some fun with our clothes off.
And yes, maybe I was a bit bored, but that wasn't my main motivation in wanting to sleep with her.
Besides, I knew, I wasn't the only one of us who felt that attraction. I saw it on her face when she glanced at me, in her slight reluctance to move away from me when she strayed into my personal space. She wanted me, even if she denied it out loud.
So when Tori started insisting that I was only flirting with her out of boredom, I decided that I needed to prove to her that she wanted it, too. I moved in closer to her, slipped my arms around her, pulled her in towards me.
She felt a little softer than I remembered, once I had her in my arms. That wasn't a bad thing at all, I amended that thought. I kind of liked feeling her squish ever so slightly against my hands as they curled around her ass, still round and cute despite her insistence that the early stages of pregnancy had already ruined it forever.
My finger came up beneath her chin, lifting her face so that she looked up into my eyes. I bent down ever so slightly, just enough to kiss her.
And then, as our lips came together, she finally stopped protesting and resisting. Instead, she softened, reached for me, pulled me in close and clung to me.
A few minutes later, I had her up on the counter, my hands crawling beneath this ridiculous baggy shirt. She kept her arms around me, her lips on mine, kissing and drawing me in and driving me almost mindless with need as her touch, her scent, even the soft sound of her breathing aroused me.
My hands finally found the strap on her bra. Even sober, my fingertips felt clumsy and insensitive, but I managed to free the clasp. She gasped and tilted her head back as my hands slipped beneath the fabric to run over her bare skin, soft in my palms. I took advantage of the opportunity to lean in, tasting her exposed neck.
One of her hands slipped into my hair, tightening almost painfully. "Upstairs," she whispered to me.
I didn't need to hear another word. I swept her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carried her off.
There was something different about this, I realized, as we arrived at the entrance to the bedroom – her bedroom. I'd been sleeping downstairs in the second bedroom, chaste and separate and clean. Only now did I realize that I'd much rather be in here, with Tori, curled up next to her in the big king bed she'd brought over from her otherwise crappy little apartment.
What was different? Tori was a little different, certainly – my hand could feel the swell of her belly, slight but certain to continue growing in the next few months. That wasn't what bothered me, however.
Was it the new location? The earliness of the hour – usually, when I landed in bed with a woman, it happened either late at night or, more often, in the wee hours of the morning. The sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window was different, but it wasn't what was bothering me, either.
The realization clicked for me when we landed together in the bed, side by side as we kissed at each other. Sobriety. I'd been refraining from having anything more than a single beer in the evenings over the last few weeks – why drink, if I wasn't pregaming before heading out to hit the town?
Had I ever slept with Tori when we weren't at least tipsy, if not nearly blackout drunk? I couldn't remember a time when it had happened. Still, I knew my way around her body, knew what to do.
In bed, I finally managed to get that annoying, oversized shirt up and off her. Immediately, however, she ruined the glorious view by clapping her hands over her chest, trying to hold her undone bra in place.
"What are you doing?" I asked, mystified.
She sighed. "I'm not embarrassed," she stated, despite all evidence to the contrary. "I'm just... a little insecure about how I look, okay?"
Part of me wanted to point out that this was the exact same thing as being embarrassed, but even I knew enough to not shove that foot into my mouth. So instead, I reached for the covers, drawing them back.
She frowned at me. "What are you doing?"
"Helping," I answered, as I drew her under the covers and slipped them up. Part of me objected, annoyed that I wouldn't get a great view, but I was willing to put up with a bit of relying on my imagination. I didn't want to admit it to myself, but these last few weeks might be the longest that I'd gone without sex since age fifteen, and I needed to end this streak.
Once I had her under the covers, I resumed my attention to getting her ou
t of the rest of her outfit. For a moment, Tori objected as I slipped her hands away from holding her bra against her skin, but her objections ceased as I brought my lips to bear.
"Ohh," she sighed as my lips found her nipple, gently kissing and teasing. I felt the skin under my mouth pebble, her areola growing hard against me. "Oh, that feels really good."
I transferred my attention to the other side, keeping my thumb on the hardened nipple. I gently massaged it in a circle, feeling my own spit helping to make my touch slick. A little noise of pleasure slipped out of Tori's mouth at the touch, and I instantly felt myself grow almost painfully hard in my pants.
Yes, it had definitely been a while. Her fingers reached out, tugging my shirt aside, and I jerked a little at the brush of her fingertips against my bare abs. I couldn't see Tori's face, but I knew that she now wore a grin.
"Little jerky, are we?" she asked, even as her fingers found my belt and tugged it undone.
"Big talk, coming from you," I countered, my own fingers sliding down. I found the waistband of her pants, slipped my digits inside. One point in sweatpants' favor – at least they slide off easily.
"Hey, I'm not jerking. I'm just a little self-conscious, totally legitimately, of the weight that I've put on- oh, god!" She cut off, her whole spine twisting, as I moved south along her body. "Hey, ease me into it!"
"You're just rusty and touchy from disuse," I said.
"Takes one to know one." Her fingers tugged the zipper of my jeans down, pushed the article of clothing down off my hips.
Neither of us declared it out loud, but we suddenly found ourselves racing against each other, seeing who would crack first. I dove in, kissing my way between Tori's thighs, exploring and tasting and probing with first fingers, then tongue, as she struggled to free my own unit from where it had wedged itself inside of my boxer briefs.
"No fair!" she cried out, her voice cracking at the end as I teased her even while she spoke. "You're wearing tight clothes!"
"Different from usual, isn't it?" My words were slightly muffled, drifting up from beneath the comforter.
"Yeah, well, usually you're the one who takes your pants off and practically shoves your cock in my face, so maybe this isn't so bad after all." She gasped, and a hand suddenly grabbed my hair, pulling my head a little deeper in between her thighs. "Oh, yes, right there!"
I obediently focused my attentions at the indicated location, alternating between licks, nibbles, and the occasional little sucking in of air. Tori groaned and writhed in bed, to the point where I had to wrap my arms around my thighs to hold her in place so that she couldn't squirm away.
A few seconds later, her movements suddenly grew stronger, if less coordinated. "Oh god, I'm going to come," she groaned out, and I felt the muscles in her thighs tense.
I didn't need to ask when it happened. She flexed, and then went limp in my grasp. A soft, surprisingly vulnerable sound slipped out of her mouth, and she seemed to almost melt against me. I didn't let up right away, knowing that, for her, it lasted quite a bit longer than it did for me. I kept up my efforts, and was rewarded with a soft cry, split between pleasure and near-pain.
"God," she gasped out, as I finally lifted my mouth from her wetness, kissed my way back up across her slightly rounded stomach. "I haven't come like that in..." She trailed off, perhaps trying to think back.
"Since when I got you pregnant?" I suggested, emerging from beneath the covers.
She pursed her lips for a second, and then shook her head. "Earlier than that." She tilted her head to one side, looking at me. "If we're being brutally honest, you're usually not that... attentive."
I suspected that I knew what she meant. Usually, when we drunkenly tumbled into bed together, I was mostly focused on getting my cock inside of her, as fast as possible. The last time I'd even gone down on her, much less eaten her out until she finished, had been...
...I couldn't even remember. Perhaps I ought to change the subject, I considered, glad that she couldn't see my cheeks flushing in embarrassment.
"Well, this is the point where you tell me how amazing it was," I said, slipping my hands back beneath the sheets, down to wrap around her and draw her against me.
She smiled as she reached back with one hand to slip it around my neck. "Better than what I expected, although that's a low bar."
"Always with the teasing." She'd gotten my pants and boxer briefs halfway down; I reached down and tugged them the rest of the way off. "I ought to give you a spanking, punish you for all those smart remarks."
She sat up a little, turning towards me – but I reached down and pulled my shirt off, over my head, and her words died on her tongue. "Okay," she said, not even noticing that the covers had slipped down enough to reveal her breasts as she gazed at my bare chest.
I grinned. Now, that was the kind of reaction that I expected from a woman when I got naked. "Come here," I commanded, pulling her atop me.
She landed with her legs straddling me, and I cupped her breasts as they dangled down from her chest. Yep, definitely a little bigger. She opened her mouth, probably to object to me looking at her, but I leaned in and kissed them, transferring my mouth first to one, then to the other. With her legs spread, she had to feel me throbbing against her, hard and urgent with need, wanting to be inside of her.
Sure enough, her fingers dipped down to wrap around me. Wordlessly, tilting her head back and sending her blonde hair cascading down over her shoulders and around my face, she brought me to her entrance, slid me back and forth. This time, I was the one to groan with the torment of being so close to the release I sought.
"Do it," I said. I'm not begging. Commanding, that's what it was. I wouldn't be so desperate as to beg for sex, even after weeks of nothing. Especially not from a girl like Tori, who would tease me endlessly about it.
Her lips quirked up, and I recognized the smirk I usually wore. "What's the matter? The playboy feeling a little frustrated after being stuck at home for a few weeks with his knocked-up baby mama?"
I didn't have any words to answer that. Hell, I didn't have enough blood left in my brain to form a coherent response. Instead, I just brought my hand down to smack her on the ass, and then grab two handfuls of that delightful softness.
Her eyes widened at the spanking, but that smirk never left her lips. Her hand, still wrapped around my shaft, finally pushed it down and back, beneath her. She settled down, and I finally felt myself take her.
Fuck, yes!
Chapter Fourteen
TORI
*
There was something different about this time, I thought distantly to myself in the little part of my brain that wasn't crying out in pleasure as I rode atop Seb, rocking back and forth in time with him.
This shouldn't feel new. I'd slept with Seb... oh, dozens of times, probably even more than that. I couldn't even count the number, and probably didn't remember more than a couple of them at all. It was a weekly thing, if not almost nightly – after the clubs kicked us out, I'd end up in his bed, back in the Stone mansion, on my knees in front of him or riding atop him with my eyes closed and my clothing scattered around the room on everything except my body. Everything about this ought to be totally familiar.
But it wasn't. Somehow, every sensation – the warmth of his breath against my chest, the little chill as his saliva evaporated from my breasts, the way his hands dug into me and guided me as I rode him – seemed new, magnified from how I remembered it. Had drunkenness dulled my senses so strongly?
And even before I took him inside me, he'd gone down on me, brought me to orgasm with just his fingers and tongue. When had been the last time that I came like that? I couldn't even remember. Had Seb ever done that to me before?
Surely, he had to have done it at some point in the past. I couldn't remember. Right now, on top of him, I couldn't seem to keep any real thoughts in my head, except how much I'd been missing this.
Just sex, I tried to remind myself. This was just physical, just because
he was giving me this house, trying his best to help me with this baby growing inside of me. Don't think that there's any stronger connection here.
His hands drew me forward, down to lie on top of him as his hips took over the thrusting beneath me, and I forgot about anything besides holding on and begging him for more.
After the first couple of minutes, however, Seb slowed down. I paused for a second, straightening up to look down at him. Had he finished already?
"Not yet," he murmured, reading the unspoken question on my face. "I just want to... enjoy this for a bit."
My brows furrowed. Enjoy it? It was sex, and from what I remembered of sleeping with Seb, he cared mainly about hitting his climax as quickly as possible. That was, after all, the most enjoyable part for him. What else did he have to savor?
Not that I minded, I amended that thought as his muscles flexed. Still inside of me, he lifted me and turned, laying me down gently on my back beneath him. His hands traced over the insides of my thighs, spreading them wider so he could lean in, pushing down to fill me almost to bursting. His mouth found mine, kissing me deeply, and my body moved against him all on its own.
It was... gentler, I decided. If that was the right word. More tender, slower, but no less powerful. He took his time with his strokes instead of jackhammering me, pausing for a moment, almost long enough for me to regain my breath, before changing direction and once again filling me. His grin grew wider as he felt my breath come faster, heavier, as I tried to fight the resurgence of pleasure inside of me.
Finally, I couldn't deny that growing wave any longer. "Seb, I'm going to..." I gasped out, biting my lip in a vain attempt to hold it back.
He smiled, leaned in and bit at my neck as he picked up the pace. That extra burst of speed was enough to overcome my remaining resistance. The tidal wave of pleasure hit me again, this time even deeper and more overwhelming than what he'd caused earlier with his fingers and tongue. This time, with him inside of me, it seemed to reach all the way through my spine to my extremities, making my body tingle right down to my toes and fingertips.
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