Authors: Alexa Sinclaire
“God, Eden, you’re so wet already. You have no idea how that drives me crazy. No idea how hot it is that I know any time I put my hands between your legs, I’m going to feel your tight pussy, wet and waiting for me. How it drives me fucking wild that I know you’ll never deny me. ”
Eden stayed silent, focusing on his fingers that were slowly moving in and out of her. She couldn’t talk, she could hardly breathe. His words and his fingers were driving her mad.
He slipped onto his side and with his other hand, he moved over her ass, down to her
sex
. He switched hands, letting his right focus on her clit while his left rubbed her folds, spreading her wetness around and dragging it between up to her ass.
“The things I want to do to you, Eden…” he murmured.
She gasped as his fingers rubbed her anus gently. Eden had never done any anal play and she held her body still, unsure if she knew what was coming next.
He kept massaging her back, applying pressure softly as his other hand worked at her clit. “I’ll save that for another day, though,” he whispered into her hair as he moved back to straddling her, pushing his erection against her where moments ago his finger was working. This was the second time Sebastian had threatened and teased her about anal
sex
and Eden knew that when the time came, she wouldn’t resist. She knew he would make her feel as good there as he did everywhere else.
She closed her eyes, wanting him so badly she could barely control herself. She bit her lip to stop from calling his name. He was still fully dressed and it only made her want him all the more. She heard the zip of his pants and then felt the head of his cock pressing against her
sex
, probing gently. He pushed the tip in only and held it still. His free hand was now pressed against the small of her back, holding her down, and as much as she tried to move her hips back to push him further into her, he wouldn’t let her. His right hand moved away from her clit and he reached up and around, grabbing a fistful of hair and slightly pulling back.
“I want to see your face when you come, Eden. I want to hear you call my name.”
She nodded as much as she could against the strain of his hand. She was completely his and he knew it.
Sebastian pushed himself all the way in, holding her down with her hips to keep her body from moving up as the force of his thrust jolted her. He pulled his cock out, wet from her anticipation, almost to the tip, again teasing her, before pushing it all the way in again. Sebastian continued with the same slow, forceful rhythm, filling her up each time until she could hardly stand it.
She moaned his name, needing him more.
“You are so beautiful,” he said and started to increase his speed, pushing his face into the back of her neck, pumping his cock into her, faster and faster, until that familiar feeling started to build, this time in her inner thighs, working its way past her clitoris. He felt her tighten as her orgasm built and he moved his hand from the small of her back to around her front, cupping one of her breasts and pinching her nipple hard as he continued to pound into her. The simple squeeze of her nipple was too much for Eden and the orgasm swept over her as the tingling pain in her breast met the electrical flow coming from her core.
She gasped, throwing her head back, moaning his name loudly now as her body shook with pleasure. Seeing her orgasm and feeling her body respond to him was just what Sebastian needed. He rocked into her a few more time before Eden felt his cock emptying into her, filling her up with his cum, just has she had begged him to in the text. She squeezed her cunt as she felt him finish, pleased to know that she could make him feel as wild as she did when she came.
****
Eden woke with a start, fumbling for the bedside lamp. The room was empty. After Sebastian had untied her hands, he had put her to bed as he had said he would. Tucking the sheets around her, she was too tired from her orgasm to even protest and she felt herself slipping away. But now she wanted him close. It seemed that whenever she spent the night at Sebastian’s, she woke up alone. She found the silk robe that she now considered hers hanging in the bathroom. There was no sign of him in the main room of the
apartment
, yet she knew he wouldn’t have left her alone. She checked the clock hanging in the kitchen—2 a.m. Where the hell was he? She knew there were other rooms in the
apartment,
but she had never explored them properly, always worried about invading Sebastian’s privacy. Now, she was willing to do so, and she walked down the hallway that
led
off to the left of the kitchen. There were two doors. Leaning against one, she could hear him talking inside.
“I don’t care what it takes, I want that information by noon at the latest.” Whoever he was talking to seemed to capitulate. “Good, call me as soon as you know something. No, I’ll be in the office Monday morning. Reach me on my cell.”
She hesitated before knocking gently on the door. He didn’t tell her to come in, and instead made her wait until he opened the door himself. She tensed at the thought that he didn’t want her in his office. What was he
keeping
from her?
“You should be asleep.” Sebastian kissed her forehead, closing the office door behind him as he stepped out.
“You weren’t there when I woke up. I came looking for you.”
“I had some work. I left a few things hanging when I left my office to come get you yesterday.”
Eden felt guilty. She’d never really questioned how Sebastian ran his business, and now she
realized
how little she knew about his work. But tonight was not the night to find out, not when she was still so exposed by her parents’ announcement.
“Take me to bed, Seb,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck. She wanted to get rid of that feeling of something missing between them. Wanted to feel him close to her again, as if nothing in the world could get between them.
Settled back in his bed, Sebastian had
finally
changed into his silk
pajamas
and lay next to her, his hands playing with her hair, her head resting on his naked chest. Eden took a deep breath and jumped, hoping he wouldn’t let her fall.
“What happened to you, Sebastian?” She felt that she knew him intimately, yet at the same time, not at all. All she had gleaned from their few conversations about him that touched on family was that after his parents divorced, his mother had moved them to New York to be near her family. She had died and,
somehow,
he had ended up in England in boarding school. There were so many gaps in the story, she couldn’t even begin to try and imagine what had happened.
“Why do you think something happened to me?”
“You talk as if you have first-hand experience with a certain kind of violence, Sebastian. You never bring up your parents. Ever. We shared such a similar childhood and then there is this side of your life I know nothing about!”
Eden could see he was hesitant. She had shared so much with him in the past few days. He clearly saw that his own secrecy was unfair. As much as she wanted to respect his privacy, as it was clearly important to him, she also wanted to feel less exposed, and revealing a part of his past to her would help her.
“My mother died when I was
young
.”
“I’m so sorry, Sebastian.” She wanted to reach out to him now, but she held back, fearful of the cold in his eyes.
“After we left Elmbridge, we lived in New York. She needed to start over, get away from Boston and all the bad memories. As part of the divorce settlement, in order to escape my father, my mother gave up everything except custody of me. She asked for no alimony and gave up her right to child support. But she’d never really had to work until then. She met my dad when she was
young
, very
young
, actually. Suddenly, when he left, she found herself with nothing in her own name, not even her car. She didn’t even have her own bank account—my dad controlled everything. She was destitute, in the truest sense of the word, with an eleven-year-old to look after. No one would help her, give her a loan, or simply just be there for her. All her old friends, they turned their backs on her, shunning her as if leaving my father and all his money was some sort of moral sin. As if it had all been her fault. She figured it out, though. She always took care of me, and while we didn’t have much, she always gave me a warm meal at night and I had clothes on my back, albeit from the Salvation Army. She worked two jobs. One of them was the late shift at an all-night diner. She would often take me to work, not out of desperation, but because the chef was a reformed drug dealer who was amazing at math. She knew I was gifted with numbers and since she never even graduated high school, she jumped at the chance to have him help me with homework sometimes. I would sit in the back of the kitchen and play math games with him when service was slow.”
“Then what? I mean, how did you end up in England?”
“One night, the diner was held up by two men. They shot my mother and the chef at point blank range. The chef had pushed me under a shelf in the kitchen before he went out to try and help my mother, but I had crawled out. They didn’t see me, but I saw them shoot her. The police found me, contacted my father, and I was put on a flight to England two days later. I didn’t even get a chance to go to her funeral. I went to boarding school a day after I landed in England and I only saw my father a few days a year until I graduated.”
Eden
finally
reached to cup his face, wanting to warm the cold glaze that seemed to stare through her. Still naked, having taken off her robe to get into bed, she moved over the sheets, crawling into his lap, and started kissing his face, starting with his forehead, his eyebrows and lids, moving down his cheeks, the bridge of his nose, before landing on his mouth. He remained tense, barely raising his arms to hold her, but she persisted.
“Sebastian,” she whispered to him over and over again between her kisses, wanting him to hear her voice, the way his voice had calmed her in the
club
, wanting to make him feel safe. Her hands grasped either side of his face and she willed him to come back to her. After what felt like an eternity, she felt his shoulders relax and his firm lips returned her kisses, his tongue gently probing her mouth, seeking her out, clearly needing her as she needed him.
For once, Sebastian fell asleep in her arms, and she lay awake looking as this amazing man. She knew she was falling in love with him and there was little she could do about it. Eden shuddered thinking about what her parents had suggested this afternoon, practically ordered her to do. Something about it all had scared her, as if she had no control over what would happen. A thought disturbed her. She shook Sebastian awake, gently, but whispering his name until he opened his eyes.
“What’s wrong, Eden?” He sat up, frantically looking around for the reason she had woken him.
“I’m sorry, but I just have to know. You said all her friends turned their backs on your mom and you. Is that what my parents did? The Benedicts? Did they not help you?” She knew the answer, but she had to hear him say it. She had heard her mother talking about the Stones with hardly a warm tone in her voice.
“Oh Eden, no one helped us. But yes, your family and the Benedicts didn’t even give us a second thought.”
Eden covered her face with her hands, mortified at the thought of what her parents had done.
“Your mother thought we were trash. She came to our house one evening after my mother had tried to
contact
her one last time. She thought your dad might be able to help her get a job as a secretary at his company. She wasn’t looking for handouts. Your mother told her exactly what she thought of us, that they had only been tolerating my mother’s presence all these years because of my father’s position.”
“I’m so sorry, Seb, I never knew. I’m so sorry.”
“Of course you didn’t, Eden. And part of me never wanted to tell you. But after what your parents did yesterday, I thought you should know why they hate me so much. They don’t think I’m worthy, regardless of what they have planned with the Benedicts. Regardless of how successful I am.”
She looked at him again, expecting him to have his cold mask on, but instead, he was staring at her with such warmth and tenderness.
“I don’t blame you for what your parents did. I just hate that they are hurting you now.”