The shower is beating down on me, but all I can see is Sebastian back at his apartment being smashed in the head with the butt of Gary’s gun. While the tears flow, along with the water, I can’t help but imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t come back. If Ramon hadn’t gotten back when he had.
I sink to the floor of the shower as great wracking sobs take hold. Curling into the fetal position, I let the tears flow and flow. I’m crying for my missing brother, not knowing where he is. I’m crying because I no longer have any family. I’m crying for the beating I took because of how scared and in pain I was, and most of all I’m crying because I nearly lost Sebastian.
“Oh God. Babe.” Sebastian opens the shower door and climbs in with me, fully clothed. “Shit. Carla.” He pulls me into his arms, sitting down on the floor of the shower while he gets soaked holding me tight while I cry all over him.
After what feels like hours, but is probably only minutes, my tears start to dry up, and I start to notice other things. Like the fact that I’m sitting naked in the shower on top of a jean and shirt clad Sebastian.
Throwing off my misery, I move away from him, shaking my head when he tries to keep me close. Kneeling between his legs, I rest my hands on his soaked jean clad thighs and slowly move up to his zipper.
“What are you doing?”
Is he serious?
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I leave his groin, but not before I notice his rising bulge. I smirk and lean in kissing him.
I pour all my love I have for him into my kiss, which starts off gentle and then turns into so much more. Before I can take a breath, he grabs my hips and pulls me back on to his lap, but this time I’m straddling him.
As my passion is going from zero to ten in seconds, I slide my hands through his hair and grip his head to keep him in place as I take what I need from him. Moaning into his mouth, I grind against him. He feels so damn good against me. It’s also such a turn on being naked while he’s fully clothed, but probably not for long with how hard his dick is.
Breaking away from his mouth, I nibble my way along his jaw and down his neck to his collarbone while at the same time, I’m lifting his shirt up and then over his head, dropping it on the shower floor beside us.
I kiss down his chest, spending more time on his nipples before pressing tiny kisses along his ribs and the top of his V that disappears into his jeans.
“Hmm. I can’t wait to get you out of these jeans. You’re going to have to stand up.”
He doesn’t need asking twice and starts to tug the wet denim down his legs, which I help, although I think I’m more of a hindrance especially when his engorged cock bursts free.
Forgetting about getting his jeans off, I leave him to it, taking him in hand, literally. God, he’s beautiful and has me so aroused with want of him. I have an ache inside that only he can satisfy and smoothing my hand over his foreskin as he leaks pre-cum is damn hot.
He wobbles with his jeans around his ankles while I swirl my tongue around the tip. I moan, tightening my hold on him, pulling down to the base and sucking him into my mouth as far as he’ll go.
“Fuck.”
He’s about to lose control as his legs are quivering with need. It fills me with excitement. Knowing I can bring this powerful guy practically to his knees.
“Babe. Let me go. My jeans,” he groans, sliding his fingers into my hair and holding my head with slight pressure down on him, but nothing I can’t pull away from if I need to. “You’re so fucking hot down on your knees.”
I suck and lick him deeper into my mouth and reach behind him with my hands, scrapping across his butt with my nails.
He shivers, throwing his head back. “You’re damn good at that,” he growls as the head of him hits the back of my throat.
Looking up at him, he finally meets my eyes as I take him over into ecstasy, with one hand on his balls, the other between his legs. I suck him in, swallow and moan. He curses a blue streak as his semen shoots down my throat and into my mouth all without breaking eye contact. I continue to suck him off, but eventually he moves my mouth.
“No more.” He collapses against the wall of the shower.
I crawl to his feet and start untangling his legs from his jeans before standing up and switching the shower off. Climbing out, I grab a couple of towels and dry off before turning to pass one to Sebastian who emerges weak in the knees.
Nothing for it, I grin and start to laugh when he frowns while trying not to join in with me.
“Okay, I admit defeat. That,” he grabs me around the waist, “was fucking awesome. Shit, I can’t feel my legs.”
I kiss his nose before breaking free and run out of the bathroom to take a running jump onto the bed with a smug smile on my face because I feel so damn tall not to mention aroused as hell.