Little Black Book

by Tabatha Vargo

  He surprised me. Instead of pushing himself into me, he palmed his hardness and began to slowly jack off.

  “I’m not going to fuck you here, but we can still have some fun.”

  I leaned up on my elbows and gasped when he played with the head of his shaft, running it over my clit. He pressed his hardness against my slit, and my muscles clenched. Holding the length of his cock against me with his thumbs, he pumped his hips and groaned. It felt good—his rhythm—his hotness pressing against me over and over again. I could feel the rise coming, with each stroke of his cock, his tip rubbed against my bundle of nerves.

  “I’m going to come all over that pretty, pink pussy.”

  He grabbed my legs and pushed them together, cocooning his dick tightly in my slippery folds. Hugging my legs, he stared at me and began thrusting harder. The look in his eyes as he stared down at my naked flesh turned me on even more. I reached down and pushed his purple head against my clit as it poked through with each thrust, prompting him to move faster and faster, until I was sure I was going to break.

  “Fuck, yes!” he threw his head back and I felt warmth seep onto my skin.

  He continued to work himself, hips jerking, rubbing his hot release all over me. Watching him come undone pushed me over the edge. My body tensed and I screamed out a second orgasm.

  When my legs fell open, he collapsed on top of me, head falling onto my stomach. Our breathing was loud and fast as I lost my fingers in his damp locks. My body hummed with the soft aftershocks of joy. I actually felt like purring.

  Sixteen

  Sebastian

  Pressing my lips to the warm skin beside her belly button, I kissed her and lifted myself from her body. Snuggling wasn’t my thing, although, it was bit overwhelming how good it was to be with her—to feel her against me. It was better with her than any other woman, and we hadn’t even fucked yet.

  I’d known from the first moment I laid eyes on her, she was going to be perfection… and she didn’t disappoint. The problem now was I couldn’t get enough of her. I wanted to be around her and hear her voice, all the fucking time. I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t know what it meant. I just knew everything about her was addicting, and it was too much for me.

  “Come on. I’ll walk you to the car,” I said once we adjusted our clothes.

  It was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn’t want her to leave. I wanted to take her to my apartment and spend the night between her legs, but that wasn’t a possibility.

  I wasn’t going to break the rules, and having sex in my apartment was one of the rules. Vick was right. It was different with Jessica, but I had to stop it. I couldn’t allow it to be different—at least any more than it already was.

  “I’ll see you soon,” Jessica smiled up at me, before climbing into the back of the car.

  I nodded, and contained the grin pulling at my lips.

  Under no circumstances was I going to turn into a weak fuck. I would never become one of those pathetic pussy-whipped men. She was not going to change me.

  I watched her go until I couldn’t see the tail lights any more. Walking back inside, I headed over to the VIP section, where I spent the rest of the night getting fucked up with a few celebrity playboys.

  For the next three days, I didn’t text or visit Jessica, even though it killed me. I buried myself in paperwork and meetings, and tried not to think about her. I could have met with another one of my girls, but I wasn’t feeling it. My balls were in a bunch, and my mind was a mess.

  “You’ve been an asshole this week,” Vick said, tossing a stack of papers on my desk. “This girl has your dick twisted, Sebastian. I think she’s a bad idea.”

  “Tell me how you really feel,” I responded without looking up.

  “Whatever,” she spat on her way out the door.

  She was right. I was turning into a fucking head case. The club was always my number one priority, but since I’d met Jessica, it had become an afterthought. I spent less time downstairs, and more time with her. The mountain of paper on my desk that hadn’t been done was proof of that.

  Pushing the papers away, I stood and snatched my jacket from the back of the chair. The last few days had been hell, and it was time I had a little surprise visit.

  The streets were slick with rain. The tires on my car slid when I took corners, going too fast for the weather.

  The doorman outside of Jessica’s building nodded to me as I passed. It was embarrassing to think, but I was actually getting excited to see her. An involuntary smile tugged at my mouth when I got on the elevator, but the minute the door opened to her top floor condo, the smile slipped from my face.

  Jessica was sitting on the floor next to the elevator, crying. Her eyes were red and swollen as she swiped at her running noise with a tissue.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  She looked up at me and opened her mouth to speak. Instead, a sob exploded from her pouty lips and she covered her face with her hands. Leaning down, I slipped my arms beneath her and picked her up from the floor. She wrapped her arms around me and buried her face into my neck.

  I wasn’t one to stick around for tear-filled drama. Again, it was something different with her. Stepping into her room, I placed her on the edge of the bed. I plucked the pieces of wet hair from her face, as I kneeled in front of her.

  “Tell me what it is.”

  She sniffed. “It’s Kyle. He went to that program at the art institute an hour ago. He’s going to be gone most of the summer.”

  “I thought that’s what you wanted?” I asked confused.

  “It is, but it doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss him. I’ve taken care of him since he was practically a baby. I’m not sure how it’s going to be with him gone. He’s all I have.”

  The urge to tell her she had me was strong, but the forbidden words choked me when they got stuck in my throat.

  Instead, I fingered a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear.

  “Where’s the art institute located? Is it very far?”

  “It’s about five hours away, but he’s going to be staying there all summer instead of staying with me.”

  My smile returned. Even though she was crying and upset, I laughed. Her head popped up and she looked at me like I was nuts. I felt crazy. She was making me insane.

  “Are you seriously laughing at me right now?” she asked angrily.

  “Yes. You realize he’s close enough for you to visit him, right?”

  She sniffed and used her tissue to wipe. With her red eyes and ratty hair she should have looked a mess, but it was the total opposite. She looked soft, and full of emotions I’d never understand. She looked real—alive. I envied her ability to feel so deeply for someone, but felt sorry for her at the same time. Feeling things for people meant having the ability to feel pain as well.

  “I know that. I’m just being dramatic. I’m a woman, I’m allowed.”

  She smiled through her tears and as cliché as it sounds, I lost my breath. It was like a punch to the lungs—an exhale of the man I thought I was and a rebirth of some new person who felt things for the woman in front of him.

  Using my thumb, I captured a stray tear as it melted down her cheek.

  “Thanks for being here, Sebastian,” she whispered with her head down.

  Lifting her face to meet mine again, I grinned at her. “I don’t usually stick around for a woman’s tears. I think I’ve earned something. What are you going to give me?”

  She visibly swallowed and her eyes widened. “What do you want?”

  Already I was thinking of the different positions I wanted to put her in. What position could get me deeper inside her perfect little pussy, but I knew I had to take it slow.

  Tilting her head up higher, I took my time, skimming her lips with mine and feeling their warmth. I continued to do that until the moment I knew she wanted me to kiss her. She exhaled and closed her eyes and that was all the invite I needed.

  I nibbled at her lip
s before pressing mine to hers tightly. A sweet noise rushed past her lips and vibrated my mouth. I kissed her deep, tasting her on my tongue and memorizing the moment for later days.

  Her fingers worked their way into the hair at the back of my neck as she formed her body to mine. She fit as if she was made for me. It was the second time I’d ever kissed a woman without the intention of fucking her. Both times being with her.

  She broke the kiss and smiled back at me. Capturing my cheek with her soft palm, I lost myself in her green orbs. “You’re amazing, Sebastian,” she whispered.

  And then, I saw it. The thing which told me my time with one of my ladies was up—the thing that usually sent me running for the hills. It was in her eyes, the way she stared at me with an awestruck expression. She was falling for me. She’d broken one of my sacred rules.

  The strangest things happened in that very moment. First, I had absolutely no desire to run from her. If anything, I wanted to bathe in her expression and celebrate her feelings for me. And second, I almost asked her what her real name was. I wanted to know her, who she was, what she liked. But worst of all, I wanted to keep her.

  Instead, I pulled back, like her words were a slap to the face. Her brows pinched in confusion. I stood, smoothing the wrinkles from my pants.

  “Our time here is up.”

  I wanted to say more—anything that would hurt her and change her opinion of me. I wasn’t ready to let her go yet. I’d only had a taste of what she had to offer sexually, and now there were these forbidden feelings bouncing around that I didn’t understand.

  Instead of pushing and saying hurtful things, I turned and left her sitting on her bed with a confused expression.

  I had some thinking to do. I needed to figure out what the hell was going on with me and I needed to fix it fast. Sebastian Black didn’t get pussy-whipped, especially before he had the pussy.

  Fuck me. Was that even possible?

  As soon as I got back to my office, I pulled my book out and flipped through the names. I knew exactly what I needed.

  Wilma and Betty.

  They were sure to take my mind off of the crazy bullshit currently taking over my life. I could already hear their moans and feel them wrapped around my hard cock.

  I pulled out my phone and sent them a text, instructing them to meet in our usual room. As quickly as I stepped into my office, I stepped out.

  The ride to the hotel was a blur. I drove on autopilot.

  “Hello, Mr. Black,” the front desk clerk said, smiling as he held out my room card.

  I nodded. I didn’t have time to chat with anyone. My cock was on a mission. I needed disconnected sex—no feelings, no bullshit.

  When I stepped into the room, the girls had already started without me. Both were naked and making out on the bed. Peeling my jacket off, I undid my tie and stepped to the side of the bed. Wilma turned her attention to me, and began to unbutton my pants. She looked up at me with a seductive smile, pulling my pants and boxers down around my hips.

  I was limp.

  “What do we have here? This is unacceptable,” she cooed.

  Wrapping an experienced hand around my cock, she began to work it. I closed my eyes and tried to just be in the moment, but all I saw was fiery hair and green eyes. I shook my head, trying to get the image out of my mind. No matter how many times I pushed her away, she kept coming back.

  “Come on, Sebastian. Give us what we want,” Betty said, licking her lips as she leaned down and took Wilma’s nipple in her mouth.

  Absolutely nothing was happening downstairs. My balls were tight and ached for release. I wanted to fuck so bad I couldn’t stand it, but I wasn’t able to get hard.

  I smacked Wilma’s hand away and gripped myself. I began to stroke with a mission. I had a point to prove, and if that meant I had to pump my own dick until it chaffed I’d fucking do it.

  Ten minutes later, even with an expert hand and a view of Wilma tongue-fucking Betty, there was nothing.

  “I’m sorry girls. Today’s not the day.”

  They continued as I dressed and left the room. I closed the door on Betty’s moans.

  There was no denying it. Jessica was changing me somehow. It was new, and I hated it, but there was nothing I could do. I was officially fucked.

  She needed to go.

  Seventeen

  Rosslyn

  I stood and watched through the wall of windows as the day turned into night. After my visit with Sebastian, things felt wrong. It’d been days, and he still hadn’t contacted me. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend. I had no right to even think about him, unless he called.

  I was already an emotional mess over Kyle leaving for a few weeks, but Sebastian Black was the most confusing man on earth. Every time I felt like I was seeing the real him, he would shut me out.

  One thing was for sure, I really liked the real him—like really, really liked him. I’d never felt that way about anyone, and definitely not anyone who was like Sebastian. I wasn’t sure how to respond to my feelings. I wasn’t sure how to respond to anything involving him.

  The one thing I did know, I didn’t want to go another week without seeing him. Something told me he was on the verge of getting rid of me, and I wasn’t sure I wanted that anymore. Not because of the money, but because I wanted him.

  I spent day after day putting in applications and looking for places that were hiring. If Sebastian was done with me, I needed a back-up plan. I’d walk and fill out applications until my feet and fingers burned, and then I’d go back to the condo and soak until I was tired.

  When I felt lonely, I’d touched myself and imagine it was him. I’d given myself orgasm after orgasm thinking about him, and I was done doing myself. I wanted Sebastian—around me, in me… in all ways possible.

  I spent extra time in the shower, making sure to shave everything to perfection, and then I pulled out the only sexy bra and panties I owned. They were simple black lace, but anything was better than white cotton.

  My body felt different beneath my fingers when I dressed myself in a black summer dress. It was short and I wasn’t ever going to be able to bend over, but it was the only thing I owned that was even remotely sexy.

  I felt fuller in my thighs—more womanly. Already I was turned on, just thinking about how brazen I was going to be. I wasn’t the kind of woman who did crazy things, but I’d already decided I was going to do it. No one was going to hold me back anymore—not even me.

  The bartenders smiled at me when I walked by like they knew what I was there for. I was scared I’d run into Trish, so I moved quickly. My cheeks burned as I slid across the club and up the stairs to Sebastian’s office. I held my hand up to tap on the door, but decided against it. I wanted to surprise him, or in the very least, act confident.

  I grabbed the knob and pushed the door open, prepared to see him sitting at his desk, but he wasn’t there. The office was dark, except for one light on his desk. Of course, it was my luck I’d get up the nerve to approach him for sex, and he wouldn’t be there.

  I stepped into his office, closing the door behind me, and went to his desk. Memories of how he’d licked and sucked me assailed my brain and I could feel myself getting wet for him again. Running my fingers over the smooth desktop, I leaned forward until I felt the hard wood against my chest.

  I ran my hands down my body enjoying the feel of my palms through the thin cotton dress, and when I reached the apex of my thighs, I pushed in with my fingers.

  It was insane to go into a man’s office and masturbate to his memory, but I was feeling exceptionally crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about him or the way he’d made me feel. Plus, if he walked in, he’d definitely get a good view.

  A sigh slipped from my lips when my fingers met my damp panties. I rubbed, enjoying the abrasive feel of the lace against my clit. I let my head lay on the desk and rolled my hips, grinding on my own hand. I’d become good at getting myself off. It wasn’t going to take much and I’d be soaking my panties. Ma
ybe I’d even do something really crazy and leave them on his desk when I was done.

  “Oh yes,” I moaned when I felt the liquid heat gather at my cusp.

  “Do you always barge into offices to masturbate?” Sebastian’s voice broke through my sexual haze.

  I gasped, dropping my hands from my body, and spinning around to find him lounging on the couch in his office. He took a sip from his glass and ice clinked as he moved it.

  “Should I call the police and report this incident?” he asked with a straight face, setting his glass on the side table.

  Judging by the obvious bulge in his pants, he’d been watching me the whole time.

  “I have been bad, sir. But maybe you should do the punishing yourself?”

  His eyes lit up with a hint of a smile and I was happy I had pleased him.

  “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” he asked.

  I nodded. “Yes.”

  “Sit on my desk and spread your legs,” he demanded.

  It was that very moment my nerves set in. A hot blush crept up my back and melted into my neck and cheeks. Instead of doing as he asked, I stood there and stared back at him like a lost puppy.

  “I said… sit your plump ass on my fucking desk and spread those creamy thighs. Wide.”

  His blunt nature was shocking, but I liked it—I’d gotten used to it. I kept my eyes locked on his as I slowly sat on the edge of his desk and spread my legs. Knowing he was watching me somehow made the actions a turn-on.

  “Your panties are so wet,” he groaned. “You like touching yourself, don’t you?”

  I nodded and reached down, letting my fingers roam across my lace-covered, swollen bud. I laid back, enjoying my ministrations. My breathing became fast and short.

  “I can’t help but touch myself when I think of that tight, virgin pussy.”