Thesoftbeamofthe morning sun cast a glittering ray of light through the centre gap of the curtains. I squinted, slowly opening my eyes, enough to not be blinded but enough to see around me.
I expected a roaring headache this morning, but up to now, there was nothing, nothing to tell me I drank too much and would spend the rest of the day with my face hanging over the toilet bowl. If I didn’t have that last drink, the fourth vodka cranberry, I wouldn't be concerned, but hey it was my birthday and I said I would get drunk and I did.
Actually, did I?
i groaned as it came back to me. The argument with Carter, somehow he thought he had a right to whom I spoke to or even date. Not that I was dating yet, but my goodness, Jack was hot and some of the things he said to me were off the charts horny and if Carter could read my thoughts as I could read his, no bloody wonder he came roaring over like a lion trying to steal another animal’s kill.
Carter’s friends were gorgeous, and that could be advantageous because I knew it bothered him to see me smiling and flirting with each of them. Hopefully, now he’d be somewhere closer to knowing how it felt for me.
Maybe I wasn’t interested in seeking revenge with one of his friends. and maybe Carter was telling the truth. Regardless of what uncle Clay had to tell me, was it was easier to get on with my studies and develop a relationship with Jack and forget about Carter? It was over now.
And after he interrupted my night so rudely, the next time I bumped into him, he would definitely hear a piece of my mind.
I thought revenge was something I needed, I wasn't sure any more, but I did need to get him out of my mind. It was like he talked to me, tiny whispers inside my head, telling me over and over that he was sorry for what happened and that I was wrong.
I sighed as I turned to lie on my back and reached my arm from one side of my body to the other. It landed on a hard—
My eyes widened in a flash. Because as I ran my hand and fingers down its length.
Oh my god, it’s a—
Oh shit, it rushed back to me in an enormous wave of shame. From the flirting in the pub, him insisting on walking me home, and to his promise to make me come.
And he did.
Twice.
It was amazing, remembering gasping for breath after I come from his expert tongue and fingers. I’d never gone as far as that before, not that I hadn’t wanted to, but I’d led a sheltered life within my parent’s walls.
Though Carter had helped me come with his fingers, but not with his tongue. Even then, it was only once, a few days before we were going to go all the way. The night we planned meticulously, the same night my parents went out for dinner.
The night they died.
Loosening my fingers to sneak it off, but a hand grasped around mine just at the same time. The palm moved my hand up and down. With gentle turns, it was slow but steady.
I was jerking him off, or he was, but he had fixed my hand underneath.
I turned to see his face and yes; it was Seb Colton, and he leaned over to kiss me, not removing his hand. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said.
“Good morning, I think my hand is stuck.” I smiled and leaned my head to look through the slither of a gap I’d created between the wardrobes. The gap I made to see when Polly was home, in case I wanted time on my own. This morning she wasn’t, and I wondered where she was, but glad she didn’t make it home because this would be hard to explain.
“Your hand feels wonderful,” he said as his hand moved faster. He kicked off the quilt, and we watched as our hands slid up and down his silken shaft. It was so erotic as I stared at his face and his heavy-lidded eyes. And the sounds as he groaned.
Oh my.
The way he gazed at me, the way he sounded was turning me on and I was getting wetter, wondering what it would feel like inside me. I smiled and looked back at his cock and the glistening on the top of his dick. I leaned over and flicked my tongue over the end.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned.
He gave me two wonderful orgasms last night. I only gave him one, so a flick of my tongue and a helping hand job was at least some reward because if this wasn’t over soon, I was going to need some relief, too.
“Fuck, I’m coming.” His eyes rolled in his head and I continued helping as his hand moved away and his body sunk into the sheets as he gave into his high.
He flashed me a killer smile the moment he relaxed. I moved my hand away and stared at his smiling face, at his heavy eyelids that covered his large dark mocha brown eyes, they had a definite softness to them. And Seb was gorgeous, like a model, probably some Mediterranean heritage from his warm, tanned skin. His hair was short at the sides with a slightly longer top and it was the darkest of browns.
“Lick it off,” he growled, seeing my seed covered hand.
My eyes widened in surprise at his dirty mouth, but it didn’t stop my insides from turning to liquid at his words. He smirked at seeing my shocked face.