Quarantine and Chill

by Regina Wade

  Nothing about Seb is an inch short of perfect, and there are a lot of inches of Seb. I tear my eyes away from his dick to climb back up his immaculate torso, up to his eyes.

  “Welcome back, Texas. I guess everything isn’t bigger back home, huh?”

  With that, he sits back down. I have no idea how he arranges himself comfortably, or even functions with that much blood being diverted from his brain.

  Say something, girl. Anything.

  “I was just surprised. You always go commando? Don’t you have to holster than cannon, uh, like, legally?”

  I know I’m babbling, babbling about this hot dude’s giant dick, but I can’t shake the image of it out of my head.

  He laughs and pushes the dice into my hand. I jump at the touch. There’s more than just a pull now. My skin crawls with tingling sensations at his touch, electricity sparking between us even with the table between us.

  “Go on, then.”

  I shake my head.

  “Nuh-uh. I won. You’re out of clothes.” I wrap one arm across my chest, shaking the dice anyway because that’s what you do with dice in your hand.

  “I’ve still got this.” He lifts his necklace. It shines in the low light of the setting sun, sparkling.

  “Uh-huh. Fine. I’ll just beat you one more time.” I stick my tongue out at him and roll the dice. They come up snake eyes, which leaves me only one option. I let my head drop down slowly to the table, my forehead kissing the smooth-grained wood softly.

  “Alright. Easy one. What are we going to do next?”

  I lift my head up in a snap. His eyes are burning, and there’s no trace of the laughing, easygoing savior. There’s just a man. A gorgeous man who’s looking at me like I’m dessert.

  “I, uh. What? I don’t know.”

  He stands up, stretching to his full height. Seb is quietly tall. He’s so friendly, such an energetic extrovert, such a dog person. It’s easy to forget that he’s just huge. He’s tall enough that his cock brushes against the table as he stands, straining briefly against the edge before springing free, reaching up to slap his stomach from the force.

  It’d be funny if it wasn’t terrifyingly arousing. I try to speak again, to say something, but I just end up swallowing instead.

  “You’re going to take that sexy little thong off.”

  His voice is rough. Sharper. Commanding.

  “Then, I’m going to take your virginity.” I can’t help but cut my eyes down to his mammoth dick, and I swallow again.

  He tilts my chin up, capturing my emerald eyes with his brighter sapphires.

  “Strip.”

  I should say no. Refuse, on many principles. I just met him. I’m still not sure he isn’t a sociopath. I don’t have time for a relationship. The world might be ending.

  The biggest of all: I’ve never done anything a man told me to do. Ever.

  Instead, I slide my hands down my body, letting my breasts free. Seb doesn’t break eye contact for a second, holding me. Somehow it’s more erotic that he has the self-control not to look right away. My hands skim the panties free of me. I feel them stick to me, completely soaked. I let them fall away, unable and unwilling to look away long enough to bend down.

  Then his mouth is on mine, and I’m gone. Lost. Every carefully constructed rationalization, every logical excuse is burned up in half a second of his lips on mine. He kisses me softly at first, but soon it deepens, grows wet. Hungry. He steps forward, and I feel his cock against my stomach, and I realize with a start that this is really happening.

  I open my mouth to tell him to back off, but that isn’t what comes out.

  “Seb? I want you to fuck me.” I reach down, grasping his cock. “I need this inside me, and I need it now.”

  5

  Sebastian

  Bodies in the sand, tropical drink melting in your hand. We’ll be falling in love to the rhythm of a steel drum band. — The Beach Boys, ‘Kokomo’

  Aster melts against me, her delicious curves pressing against me in a way the feels sinful and heavenly at the same time. She’s like that all over, some sort of gorgeous, curvy fallen angel. Both sweet and sexy at the same time.

  The tension between the two is intoxicating. She smells like warm sand and flowers, and the scent makes my cock twitch in sudden, desperate need.

  Her lips are full and soft and the feel of them on my own is enough to drive me wild. I rein myself in with a herculean force of will. I’m mindful that this is her first time, aware that I need to take it slowly. Ease her into it.

  Her kiss is the same mixture of sweet sin. Wet, slow, and deep, just the way I like them. Despite my resolution to take things slow, we’re both panting by the time we separate.

  “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

  She shakes her head, surprising me again.

  “No. Here. I need it, Seb. Now. I told you, I want you inside me now, and every second you aren’t I feel like I’m going to explode.”

  Scratch my resolution to go slow.

  Her words are desperate, her eyes shining with lust. Aster is full of surprises, and apparently one of them is that she can be a wanton, dirty talking girl. Her accent only makes it all so much hotter.

  I sweep one arm across my table, scattering the game and pieces to the floor. Then my hands dip down to Aster’s hips, lifting her and setting her down on the table. Her hands are already at my waist. Tracing the sharp vee of my hips. A lifetime of rigorous physical activity has given me the classic swimmer’s build. Broad shoulders and narrow hips. Aster is clearly fascinated, following the sharp lines of my abs down, brushing against the beginning of my happy trail.

  Her lips are so soft that I’m swept up in our kiss. Lost for a moment that drag son for seemingly forever. Then I’m working my way down her body with my mouth, kneeling at the edge of the table. Her thighs are already around me, pulling me in.

  The moment my lips brush against her soft inner thighs, she shivers and erupts in goosebumps. I grin up at her, catching her eyes.

  “Someone’s sensitive,” I whisper against her skin.

  She’s still sitting up, so she has to look almost straight down at me. It’s an interesting reversal from the normal height discrepancy. Her eyes are alight with need.

  “It’s never felt like this when I touch myself. Not nearly this good. If it did, I wouldn’t ever leave my bed. Just lay there all day, rubbing my greedy pussy.”

  Her accent is getting thicker as she gets more and more turned on, and it’s so fucking hot I can barely stand it. I want to pin her down and slam all of my cock into her in one long, powerful stroke. Just to see what she’d say. If she’d still be coherent enough to keep saying filthy things to me.

  “I’d like to see that,” I growl. “But not right now. Right now, I’m going to touch this innocent little cunt.” My use of the harsh word only makes her cheeks redder, her eyes widening.

  “Please, Seb. Eat my wet fucking cunt.” The word sounds unfamiliar on her lips, but her accent only heightens it. Hearing such an innocent-looking girl talk so dirty to me has me about to bust all over the floor.

  I tease Aster’s pussy with my mouth. Eyes never leaving hers, I move my head up and down near her lips. Inhaling her scent, another thing that makes my swollen cock grow even heavier between my legs. I let the very tip of my tongue flick out, tracing a small circle around her thick outer lips. She’s so wet I can already taste her, and she’s every bit as good as I expected.

  “You like this little virgin pussy, Seb?” Aster’s smile is huge. I can see her pulse leaping in her throat, but she’s still sassing me like it’s her job.

  “That big mouth is going to get you in trouble one day, babygirl.” My words are whispers, but I know she can hear me. She can feel it more, though. The harsh brush of air as I speak moving against her clit makes her dig her nails into my shoulders.

  I emphasize my point by standing up, leveraging her onto her back by way of her knees on my shoulders. I bend down, pinning her in plac
e with one big hand on her chest, the other slipping my middle finger knuckle deep past her pink lips.

  That shuts her up, at least for a minute. Her eyes slam fully open, hands going out to either side to scratch at the table.

  “Holy fucking shit I’m coming so hard—!” Her back arches off the table despite my hand, and I simply keep my mouth attached to her clit and continue doing exactly what I’ve been doing. Swirling my tongue in tight circles, growling against her body, using everything I can to drive her to the highest peak of pleasure possible and hold her there.

  Slowly she begins to come back down, gasping and panting as her shaking legs slip from my shoulders.

  “It’s never been like that—” She’s blinking back tears, but the smile on her face is the biggest I’ve ever seen.

  “Wow. Wow.”

  I grin down at her, getting her attention by pulling her ass back to the edge of the table. Right against my throbbing cock. The moment she feels it rubbing against her, she leans her head up to meet my eyes. I watch her glance down and get stuck. I don’t blame her. The contrast of my big tan cock resting against her stomach is incredible. Not just her pale skin, but the way the dripping head of my cock is resting just shy of her bellybutton.

  “Oh lord, I’m going to die on that dick but I want it so fucking much.” Her whisper is equal parts anxious and eager. Somehow, in the middle of the hottest sex of my life, Aster also manages to be sweet. For a moment I feel the raging inferno of lust banking, the heat diminishing for just a second as I lean down and kiss her softly on the lips.

  “Don’t worry, baby,” I say as I rub the swollen head of my cock against her wetness.

  “I know CPR. You’ll be fine.” The joke actually makes her laugh, her hands going up to cover her face, hiding behind them as I rub myself against her. She’s so slick I simply glide against her dripping lips.

  “Aster. Look at me.” She peeks out from behind her hands, but I shake my head. She drops her arms down to grasp mine as I lean over her.

  She nods, and I begin to press myself into her.

  It’s slow. She’s tight, I’m thick.

  I also desperately don’t want to hurt her. I want her to remember this forever as an incredible experience. I also plan to be so good she never considers anyone else. Whether she knows it or not, Aster is mine from now on.

  Form the way she looks at me, I think she knows.

  “Oh fuck Seb, you’ve got a big ole’ cock.” Her eyes are wide, nostrils flared as she breathes deeply.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I ask, a note of teasing in my voice. I know she doesn’t.

  She shakes her head rapidly back and forth, red curls flying, splaying out behind her on the rest of the table.

  “Nuh-uh. I want it all, Seb.” She leans up, fixing me with eyes. Hungry eyes. I know mine must look similar because I’m barely holding on by a thread already. Her soft inner lips are fully gripping my fat shaft, stretched so thin I can almost see through them.

  I maintain my pace somehow, working myself slowly into her an inch at a time. She gasps and swears and bucks against me, but finally, I feel my balls slap against her ass, feel myself bottoming out inside her.

  “Look down, Aster.”

  She cranes her neck up, helped by one of my hands tangled in her crimson curls. I can see her swallow as she looks down, sees just how full she is of me.

  “Holy fucking shit I’m going to come already, Seb. Again. Just from you being in me.” Her body quakes beneath me, her nails digging into my arms, raking long red lines down the cords of muscle.

  I fuck her through that orgasm, starting slow, but picking up the pace rapidly. I already know I’m not going to last long, not this first time. Aster’s pussy is just too good. Like the rest of her, it’s as if it was made just to fit perfectly against me.

  The room echoes with the wet sound of flesh hitting flesh as I thrust into her relentlessly. Like the waves crashing against the shore, I crash into Aster, again and again until I feel myself cresting, hear her crying out as I shudder and unload inside her. I can feel each pulse of my cock, jerking against her, filling her up completely.

  I look down at her as I come back to my senses, smiling, trying to gauge her. Her eyes are wide, a smile crawling along her face.

  “Well.” I glance down at the scattered remnants of the game around us and can’t keep a chuckle out of my voice.

  “Looks like it’s a tie.”

  She shakes her head, reaching up to brush my cheek softly.

  “No baby. Tonight we both won.”

  I kiss her cheek, scoop her up, and carry her to the bedroom.

  It’s the longest, best night of my life.

  6

  Aster

  I didn’t know just what to do, and so I whispered I love you. And she said that she loved me too, and then I kissed her. — The Beach Boys, ‘And then I Kissed Her’

  I remember the first time I got the Talk. I was just beginning to develop curves, but they were already the biggest in my class. My foster mother took me aside one night and gave me a long roundabout talk about how boys would always be chasing me, and that I should remain chaste.

  Then school hammered home the point with subtlety and grace: sex means disease and pregnancy, spoken of in the same horrified tones. Despite the extensive amount of time spent getting various amounts of sex education, they all left one crucial fact out.

  Sex is fucking great.

  “Aster, don’t take this the wrong way, but are you sure you’re a virgin?” Seb whispers against my ear from where he’s spooning me. We’re sweaty, recovering from another session. I press myself back against him, grinding my ass against his still half-hard dick in a way I’ve discovered he really, really likes.

  “Are you impugning my honor, Sebastian Reed?” I toss a sly smile over one shoulder, continuing to rub myself against him. It doesn’t matter that he’d literally just filled me again. I need this man, need him more than anything.

  He shakes his head, smiling at me from under his unfairly long lashes, blue eyes sparkling like a sunrise reflected on the ocean he loves so much.

  “I believed I pugned your honor last night. Three times, and then again just now…” He trails off, grinning, his hand skimming down to trace the curve of my hip and pull me harder against him.

  “And?” I ask, breathy, eager to feel him inside me again.

  “And I’m about to do it again.” His voice is a growl now. Pure hunger. It’s always a little bit surprising when this sweet and relaxed dog of a man sheds his carefree attitude and shows the wolf beneath.

  The furious knocking at the door shatters our reverie.

  Instantly Seb is up, moving across the room and slamming his hand against it. Good thing, too, because whoever’s on the other side jiggles the unlocked handle.

  “Excuse me, hi. We’re looking for our friend, have you seen her?”

  My blood runs cold at the sound of Lauren’s voice. I’ve never noticed just how nasal and whiny she sounds.

  Seb is his usual helpful self, I can hear him as I struggle into one of his big hoodies. On him it’s snug, but even on my curvy frame, it swallows me whole.

  “Oh, sorry to hear that. Can you describe her?” Seb asks casually, still holding the door shut.

  “She’s, uh, about my height. Bigger than me though. Red hair.” The short description is flippant, almost as if I’m an afterthought. I try to ignore the sting of it.

  “She’s safe now.” Seb’s voice has grown colder than I’ve ever heard it. There’s none of his usual happy-go-lucky self. It would be scary if it wasn’t incredibly sexy. It sends a thrill down my spine just hearing those three words, and I can’t tell if it’s fear or arousal or both.

  “Oh, well, uh. That’s good. Can you let me in?”

  “No, Lauren. First of all, there’s a quarantine. Second, this door is the only thing keeping you safe right now. You abandoned the sweetest girl in the world. Cruelly. Casually.”

  Seb�
��s words move my heart, bringing tears to my eyes where I stand.

  “Aster, are you in there?” Lauren’s voice is wild, almost panicked in its intensity. “I’m sorry. Really! We’re all so worried about you.”

  Sebastian shakes his head, growling.

  “If you were really worried about her, you would have gone looking sooner than this. Anything could have happened to her. She’s fine now, and she’s going to stay that way.”

  “I’m sorry, but who are you?”

  “I’m the man who saved her. The man who loves her” The words send the butterflies in my stomach whooshing and diving again. I stop, freezing in my tracks, unable to process it exactly. Logically, I know it’s fast — but it feels right.

  “Oh, Seb. I love you too.” I launch myself into him, actually making him stagger back a bit, one arm wrapping around my waist, the other still pinning the door in place.

  “Aster, sweety, is that you? Come out here and talk to me, hon.” My former friend and dormmate’s voice intrudes on our moment and I glare at the door, even though I know she can’t see it.

  “Lauren, I’m fine. I’m better than I’ve ever been in my life. You can go. It should be easy, you already left me here once.”

  “But Asteeeeer, they canceled all the flights and we don’t have money for the hotel room anymore. What are we supposed to do?”

  Seb closes his eyes, breathing in deeply through his nose. I can sense him trying to restrain himself, the tension in his whipcord muscles.

  “Lauren, you’ve heard from Aster. She’s fine. We’re good. We’re not opening this door. There’s a church about half a mile back up the road. Old mission building. They should help you.”

  Seb’s tone is firm. Commanding. I can picture him on the bow of a ship, barking orders, demanding perfection. Or diving from a helicopter into perilous water, ready to save someone It’s a compelling image. Idly I wonder if Seb still has a uniform in his closet.