"I'm sorry, baby. That's rough."

"Yeah, I think I'm just going to go to bed. I'll see you in the morning, okay?" I told him.

"Okay, baby. I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well." Sebastian said before hanging up.

I didn't waste any time. I just dropped the phone on the bed beside me, grabbed the end of the comforter, and threw it over my body, only managing to cover half of myself.

That was enough.

I didn't have the energy, or inclination, for anything else.

I felt my body being moved, placed under the covers correctly. Then a warm, male body slid into the bed beside me, pulling me close to his chest.

I managed to crack one eye open to see the blinking numbers of the clock that read 12:23 A.M. Then I wrapped my own fingers around Sebastian's thick wrists and pulled him closer.

"Thank you." I whispered into the darkness.

His answer was to kiss my head and whisper, "Go back to sleep."

Chapter 11.

Don't fall in love with men and their devil p.e.n.i.s magic.

-Note to self Baylee A hard body was plastered up against my back. A very hard body.

My eyes opened warily, and I stared down at the hand that was resting on the inside of my thigh. It was a big hand. At least twice the size of my own. I'd woken up to this particular hand only once before, and that one time was enough to make my crave more.

Turning carefully in Sebastian's muscular arms, I stared up at the man that made my heart race and my stomach flutter.

He was still sleeping, which was to be expected since he didn't get off shift until eleven last night. The man had a soft heart, as I was beginning to see, and worried about me having bad shifts.

Two weeks ago, when I 'd woken up at his house with him wrapped around me, almost exactly like now, I 'd freaked out because I didn't recognize the room I was in. However, after explaining what had happened with the fire, and that I had been so tired, he'd explained that he'd decided to take me to his home. I had told him where to find my spare key in case anything like that happened again.

Knowing me, it would. I could sleep anywhere.

So he'd used my key to get in here last night, and being the gentleman he was, only cuddled with me to make me feel better.

I, on the other hand, was tired of just cuddling.

A soft snore came out of his mouth, making me focus on his mouth and lips. He had a scar bisecting his lip at the bottom, giving him an edgy look. His nose was straight, even though he'd said that it'd been broken three separate times. His eyes were closed, with his large dark lashes laying in half-moons against his cheeks.

Then I started taking in the details on his lower half.

We weren't covered with a blanket, which was the reason I'd woken up. Upon closer examination, I saw that the blanket seemed to be on the floor. Along with a pile of his boots, uniformed shirt and pants, as well as his leather jacket.

Looking at his chest, I saw his dog tag chain, and a.s.sumed the tags themselves had fallen behind his back, since I didn't see them. My eyes ran down from his well-defined pecs, with their dusty brown nipples, to the ridged abdomen that, even in sleep, looked like perfection.

The scar that ran from armpit to elbow looked mean and raw, still a deep purple, and probably always would be. I couldn't see his appendectomy scar, but knew that one had healed much better than this scar.

Then my gaze lit on his boxers. Or boxer briefs. They were black with lime green stripes running horizontally, and the edging around his c.o.c.k that allowed for easy access, was accented in a teal blue.

I could clearly see the perfect outline of the head of his c.o.c.k, and the long ridged column leaning to one side with the bulge of his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es nestled between his legs.

My fingers itched to touch him.

Then I thought...why not?

Getting up as quietly as I could, I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and then searched quietly through my drawers for something I hadn't needed for nearly a year.

Coming up empty, I tiptoed to Sebastian's pile of clothes, fished out his wallet, and found one lone condom in the money portion of his wallet.

Thank G.o.d.

Tossing it on the bedside table, I divested myself of my underwear, bra, and tank top, picked up the comforter off the floor, and laid down carefully. Once I was sure he wouldn't wake up, I gently pulled until he was on his back.

Getting on my knees, beside his torso facing his feet, I slowly started to work his c.o.c.k out of the access panel in front, and gasped when I saw the I sheer size of it, even when he was nearly soft.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, the man was the size of my ex when he wasn't the least bit hard. What the h.e.l.l would he look like when he was?

Then I got my answer.

Slowly, his c.o.c.k began to rise, and when I felt his large, warm palm on my knee that was planted on the bed travel up, up, and up some more, I knew he was well and truly awake.

I hadn't intended for him to be asleep when I got down to business; it was good that he was awake. I had plans.

When his hand reached the top of my thigh, I felt his large thumb sweep over the outer lips of my l.a.b.i.a, and shivered.

Needing more, I took the plunge, and straddled his big chest until my face was clearly in line with his ever-growing c.o.c.k, and my v.a.g.i.n.a was on presentation for his viewing pleasure.

My overheated c.l.i.t came down on his chest, and it took everything I had not to grind my v.a.g.i.n.a back into his face. I needn't have worried though, because in the next moment, he hauled my back until his face was buried in my s.e.x, and his c.o.c.k was tapping against my face in exuberance.

My moan of pleasure opened my mouth, allowing his c.o.c.k to slip inside.

Once that happened, I kind of lost track of what happened next.

I licked my lips, rasping the edge of my tongue along the head of his c.o.c.k in the process. The hands that had been on my hips split, one going to my hair, and the other going to my leaking channel, filling me up with one blunt finger.

His tongue worked wildly on my c.l.i.t, circling the hardened bud while he worked another finger in my core, causing me to cry out.

When I moaned, the fingers in my hair nudged me forward, begging me to take more of him into my mouth; I obliged.

Relaxing my throat muscles, I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, and still didn't come close to having him fully inside me. Sliding the hand that wasn't wrapped around his thick d.i.c.k underneath the elastic of his boxers, I gently grasped the silky sack of his b.a.l.l.s. Ma.s.saging them, I worked my mouth and hand in tandem up and down along his c.o.c.k.

Then, Sebastian worked a third thick finger in, and then curled them in, seeking the hidden spot inside of me that made me wild.

Sitting up until I was nearly sitting on his face, I let the hand that was wrapped around his b.a.l.l.s go, and used it to balance myself so I didn't smother him with my v.a.g.i.n.a. The hand that was on his d.i.c.k kept up its pace, though, coaxing drops of pre-c.u.m out with every fourth pull on his ma.s.sive erection.

"f.u.c.k my fingers." He growled against my c.l.i.t.

I did.

I used the muscles in my legs to work myself up and down on his fingers, using them as I would his c.o.c.k.

"Need you to come. Need you nice and wet so my c.o.c.k will slide up inside of you and not stop until my b.a.l.l.s slap against your a.s.s." He rumbled.

His dirty talking was getting my engine turning. In three more short plunges, and a twist of his finger, my o.r.g.a.s.m took over, and I hurdled over the side of a mountain that had the potential to kill me with its ma.s.siveness.

"That's right, let those juices go." He rasped.

Embarra.s.singly, I did.

Sad to say a man hadn't worked me long enough, nor had enough patience to get me off before. For Sebastian to was a first in and of itself.

I didn't have much time to contemplate that huge revelation, though, because suddenly, I was on my back, head where his used to be. His ma.s.sive body kneed my thighs apart to make room for his hips.

"f.u.c.k me." I panted, planting my feet into the mattress and rising so the head of his c.o.c.k rubbed against my distended, sensitive c.l.i.t.

Sebastian growled at the sensation, fumbling for the condom on the nightstand with his fingers that were still covered in my juices. He ripped the foil with his teeth, and had the sheath rolling down his c.o.c.k in the next instant; all the while, he watched me, eyes hooded.

"You ready?" He asked as he planted his fists in the bed on either side of my head.

At my nod, he took a thigh in each hand, separated them out wide, and positioned his c.o.c.k at my entrance. With slow, precise movements, he worked his c.o.c.k in and out, an inch at a time, until the entire ma.s.sive length was buried inside of me to the hilt.

I panted, trying to get used to the fullness; he let me adjust.

"I think you split me a new one." I said, working my inner v.a.g.i.n.al muscles.

"You'd know if I split you a new one. Stop doing that unless you want me to start f.u.c.king you." He growled.

I was pretty sure I'd know if he ripped me a new one, too. I was just giving him a hard time.

"Yeah, about that." I said, raising my hips as best I could, since he still had my thighs in his hands.

When I moved, he took that as a.s.sent, and started flexing in and out of me, very slowly.

"G.o.d, you're so hot and wet. I can't wait to f.u.c.k you without this covering my d.i.c.k." He rasped.

I looked down, seeing his condom-clad c.o.c.k disappearing and reappearing from my weeping hole.

"You ready for more, baby?" He asked through gritted teeth.

I let my hand move, pa.s.sing down my stomach, tickling over my sensitized c.l.i.t, until I came to the point where we were joined.

It didn't seem possible that my skin could stretch that much, but it did. Jesus, but he had to be as big around as my wrist at the widest part.

"I'm gonna take that to mean you're ready." Sebastian grunted before using the hands that were parting my thighs wide to travel up until he had a hold of my feet. From there, he pulled my feet back until my knees rested against the bed, leaving absolutely no room for me to add my own movements to the mix.

"Hold on, honey." He said before withdrawing until his d.i.c.k just barely kissed the entrance, and then plunged forward, fast and furious.

I closed my eyes. Sebastian had left me no room to maneuver, to counter his movements with my own. Which meant that all I had to do was sit back and feel.

Each plunge and retreat of his c.o.c.k from inside me started building the weirdest sensation in my core. Something I'd never felt, even with the help of my own vibrator.

"f.u.c.k," Sebastian hissed, making my open my eyes.

He was watching where we joined, as I'd done earlier. Watching his c.o.c.k pull all the way out. Then he'd see the give of my p.u.s.s.y stretch until I was filled to the brim with his c.o.c.k; stretched to the limits.

"I've wanted in you so bad since the moment I saw you. Your p.u.s.s.y feels like nothing I'd ever dreamed of. And your t.i.ts are bouncing with each thrust." He growled, now watching my b.o.o.bs.

They were bouncing up with each thrust, and down with each withdraw.

"Feed them to me." He growled, leaning forward.

I did as I was told, cupping each b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and offering them like a dessert. He licked and sucked each nipple until they were hard, wet peaks. Once they were perfect, he roughly popped them from his mouth, and moved his mouth to my neck.

I didn't know what it was about my neck, but when he put his mouth on it, sucking, licking and nipping, I detonated. It was all just too much.

Sparks of color exploded behind my clenched eyelids, and large bolts of lightning streamed through my veins, bowing my body up, allowing him to hit that spot deep inside of me that he'd found with his fingers earlier.

"Sebastian!" I gasped loudly.

"G.o.d, that tight little p.u.s.s.y is clamped down on my c.o.c.k so hard that I can barely breathe." He gasped.

It didn't stop him from plunging in deeper and harder. With one, two, three strokes, he stiffened. His abs clenched, his fingers tightened on my ankles, his head fell back, and he shouted his release.

"Motherf.u.c.ker!" He bellowed.

In that moment, I was glad I didn't have neighbors, because it was obvious that neither one of us would be quiet during s.e.x. Me with my moans and screams, and Sebastian with his growls and bellows.

When he withdrew, I felt empty, and missed the feeling of fullness instantly.

He disposed of the condom in the toilet, and fell back into bed, making me bounce with the force of his body hitting the mattress.

"Mother of G.o.d, I think you killed me." I gasped.

"They don't call it the 'Little Death' for nothing." Sebastian agreed, as he himself was laid out beside me.

"We need more condoms." I breathed.

"That we do." Sebastian seconded.