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Amber considered changing into a more revealing top. But she didn’t want to make a big deal of this, so she left her sweater on, though she changed from her frayed pajama pants into a pair of jeans.
Her phone rang. Sebastian was here.
Her heart beat a little quickly as she buzzed him in. A minute later, he was standing inside her door, his large frame making her apartment seem small.
Yeah, she definitely still wanted him. It hadn’t just been a quirk of her brain that had found him attractive yesterday.
But although Amber had had a lot of sex before, and a decent amount of casual sex, it had never seemed quite as awkward as it did now.
“Hi,” he said.
“Uh, hi.” She paused and glanced toward the bedroom. “Let’s lay down a few ground rules. This is just sex, and under no circumstances will our parents find out about it.”
“Agreed.”
This seemed so transactional.
Shit, was it going to be too weird?
He scratched his chin. “Is there anything in particular you like or don’t like? Any boundaries I shouldn’t cross?”
She wouldn’t wear sexy lingerie for him, but she didn’t think he’d expect that anyway.
“Off the top of my head, no,” she said. “I’ll let you know if anything comes up. Today, I think I’d like it rough.”
“Okay.”
“Just don’t leave any marks that I can’t easily cover with my clothes.”
He padded over to her couch and sat down. “Come here.”
Hesitantly, she walked over and sat on his lap, straddling him.
He grabbed her ass firmly in his large hands, and she gasped. This was still a bit weird, but in a good way.
He lifted up the bottom of her sweater and the T-shirt underneath and slowly dragged them up her body. She was acutely aware of the fabric sliding over her skin. He tossed her clothes on the floor, then placed his hand at the clasp of her bra. When she nodded, he threw that on the floor, too.
His hands were all over her skin now, as were his lips and teeth and tongue, and the man was good with his mouth. As he was feasting on her, he kept one hand on her ass, the other arm on her back with his hand gripping her hair.
“You okay?” he murmured, lifting his head to her ear.
“Yeah. Just keep going.”
An infuriating smirk touched his lips. He dove back down and latched onto her nipple, biting it lightly before soothing it with his tongue.
She grabbed the bottom of his long-sleeved shirt. He separated from her just long enough to pull it over his head, and then he was lavishing attention on her other breast.
She pressed herself against him, enjoying the incredible feel of his warm skin against hers. It had been so long. Too long. She’d craved this sort of contact, and...oh.
There were multiple layers of clothing in the way and she couldn’t see it yet, but yes, she had the sense that he’d been telling the truth about needing Magnum condoms.
She reached between them and undid his jeans with shaking hands. Why was she shaking? It wasn’t like she hadn’t done this many times before. He helped her slide off his jeans and boxers, and she rolled to the side to get a better look.
He was long and thick, definitely a little bigger than anyone she’d been with before.
And he would put that inside her.
She squirmed, practically grinding herself against the couch.
She had a momentary fear that he was too big and it wouldn’t fit, but she pushed that aside. A ridiculous thought. Of course it would fit.
Sebastian unzipped her jeans and thrust his hand into her panties. She inhaled swiftly as his finger slid over her entrance.
She watched his hand, inside her jeans, moving in and out of her, and then she looked at his body, all gloriously naked. She couldn’t decide what she wanted to look at more.
The fact that this was Sebastian, whom she’d known her whole life, somehow made it filthier, in a very good way.
He pulled off her jeans and underwear then returned to fingering her, getting a better angle than before. She squirmed against him in pleasure-filled agony and reached for his cock.
“Please,” she said.
It was the first word either of them had uttered in a long time, and he didn’t say anything in response, just grabbed a condom out of his jeans and put it on. She positioned herself on all fours in front of him. When he rubbed the tip of his erection over her instead of thrusting inside, she pushed back against him in frustration.
His chuckle, as he began to push into her, was low and—
“Oh. You really are big,” she whispered. “Go slow.”
The tip of him still inside her, he leaned over and kissed the side of her neck. His body surrounded hers, and it felt good, but when he started to push in deeper...
“Ow.”
Dammit, why wasn’t her body co-operating? She hadn’t had sex in eleven months, and she needed this. She craved it.
Or maybe that was the problem: she wasn’t used to this.
Sebastian pulled out. “Where’s the lube I tossed in your basket yesterday?”
“Let’s go to the bedroom.”
She jumped off the couch and walked toward her bedroom, glancing back to check that he was following her. He was, his ample erection encased in latex, bobbing between his legs. She threw herself onto the bed and opened her night table. The lube was right on top.
She got down on her hands and knees again, heard Sebastian slick himself with lube, and then a lubed finger circled her entrance.
The tip of his cock was next.
“Ow.”
She couldn’t believe this. It wasn’t going to fit.
“Keep going,” she said, not ready to give up.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She took a deep breath. “I know it’ll feel good soon.”
He pushed in a little more but had trouble getting in any farther.
When he pulled out, she rolled onto her back, mortified. She’d envisioned a hot, quick, and sweaty encounter, but it wasn’t going according to plan.
“We don’t have to do that today. I don’t mind.” Sebastian glanced over at her bedside table, the drawer still open. “You have a nice collection of toys in here. We could try one?”
Now she was even more embarrassed. He could see her sex toys. She had seven—did he find that excessive? His expression betrayed no judgment, though.
She grabbed her dildo, which was about the size of a small penis, rather than Sebastian’s monster cock. It was clear glass with pink ribs. He took it from her hand and peered at it curiously, as though he’d never seen anything like it.
He set it on the comforter. “I’ll use it in just a minute.”
He climbed on top of her and slid a finger into her again. She wasn’t as wet as she’d been a few minutes ago, but she got a little wetter as he continued to fuck her with his finger, then added a second.
And then he kissed her.
She realized, with a jolt, that though they’d been all over each other, this was the first time he’d kissed her on the lips. He tasted faintly of coffee, with a hint of pine, an unexpected but appealing taste. She coaxed his lips open and slipped her tongue into his mouth, and he hissed. He was still turned on, despite everything.
He continued to finger-bang her with gusto. When he stopped suddenly, she whimpered against his mouth.
He sat up and held the dildo to her lips. As she took it into her mouth, desire flashed in his eyes.
“I want to see your lips around my cock,” he said.
“Now?”
“No, maybe next time.”
Next time? She couldn’t think that far ahead.
He crawled backward down her body, took the toy that she’d slicked with saliva, and pushed it inside her. Her body accepted it without difficulty.
“You feel okay?” he asked.
She nodded.
He pumped the toy in and out of her, his gaze riveted on her crotch.
Something about letting a man use a toy on her—during their first time together—was oddly intimate.
Sebastian lay down on his stomach and licked her as he continued to fuck her with the dildo. She squirmed against his face, and when he swiped his tongue over her clit, she grabbed the comforter in her hands and cried out for him.
He crawled up her body, a self-satisfied grin on his face, and kissed her.
She wanted more.
“Let’s try again.” She bent her legs and spread them as wide as she could.
He removed the toy, and then his stiff cock was at her entrance. This time, he watched her face as he pushed inside. When her breathing hitched, he stopped, but when she nodded quickly again, he kept going, until he was fully seated inside her.
“Good girl,” he murmured, and it made her stupidly pleased.
She could feel her body stretching to accommodate him, and there was the tiniest bit of pain as he pumped in and out of her, but it was good this time. He pushed his hands through her hair and tugged her head back, just a bit, allowing him access to her neck. She moaned.
“Yes, that’s right,” he whispered. “You’re taking it. Taking it hard.” He pounded even deeper inside her, and she cried out.
He wrapped his mouth around her left nipple and sucked before he pulled out and arranged her on all fours—like the first time they’d tried this—and thrust into her again. As he fucked her, he stroked her clit, sending her over the edge once more in a spiral of pleasure.
Through the haze, she heard him grunt, low and long.
After he pulled out, he held her against his chest, anchoring her to the world as her breaths gradually slowed.
* * *
“Is this okay?” Sebastian asked, tightening his arm around Amber.
This was what he’d usually do after sex, but maybe it was against the rules. Too affectionate, perhaps? He didn’t want to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
“Yes.” She cuddled up to him. “I miss physical contact.”
She didn’t care that it was him; she just wanted a warm body in her bed. And that was fine with Sebastian, it truly was.
“Has that ever happened before?” she asked. “The not-fitting business, I mean.”
“My second girlfriend was a virgin. It took three separate tries before we managed it.”
“I’m far from a virgin, though.”
She sounded worried that he’d been disappointed in her performance, but nothing could be further from the truth. It had felt amazing to slide inside her...but also to taste her and watch as the toy moved in and out of her body.
“I would like to do it again.” He figured it was best to be straightforward about this. “Not today. Another time. If you’re interested.”
When she nodded, warmth spread inside him. He pulled her closer and planted kisses up and down her neck.
Yes, he would enjoy this arrangement. It was exactly what he needed after getting out of a long relationship. He’d just have to make sure there was lots of foreplay, as well as lube. He’d treat her well and ensure she always had a good time. It would be mutually beneficial.
Okay, that didn’t sound sexy at all, but it was true.
They lay in contented silence for a few minutes. Then he sat up and started looking for his clothes.
“They’re in the living room,” Amber said.
He was about to head to the living room, but then he noticed the piece of fabric hanging above her bed. Cross-stitching, he thought it was called.
Rule #1: No Dating, it read.
She really was serious about this no-dating business.
Which was fine.
His gaze dropped to the top of the bedside table, where the dildo was sitting. It was wet from her moisture, and God, that was nearly enough to make him hard again.
Next to the dildo, there was a collection of crochet birds. He picked up the peacock. Though it was small, it was extraordinarily detailed.
“Did you make these?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Did you buy a pattern?”
“Nah, just made it up myself.”
He looked at the peacock, then back at Amber. “You’re very talented.”
She rolled her eyes, and dammit, that pissed him off.
“No, really,” he said. “You are.”
She shrugged. “Nothing like how you can play piano.”
“But I can’t do this.”
She didn’t say anything, but she smiled up at him, and he ran his hand down her back.
Yes, he would enjoy this arrangement very much.