I shook my head, a smile threatening to break out. “I don’t usually have a need for it. Please tell me you have condoms, otherwise ‘making out’ is all we’re going to be doing.”
He smirked, and bent down to rifle through the pockets of his leather jacket.
“Just wondering,” I said, casually, “but when did you buy them, or are they old stock?”
He grinned at me, and shook his head. “Nope, new packet. Check it out.”
He tossed me the small box and I saw that it was true: the seal hadn’t been broken.
“So, no need to practice putting one on then?”
I was teasing him: ten years ago, he’d admitted, somewhat shamefaced, that he’d practiced putting on a condom so he’d know what to do when the time came.
Sebastian laughed.
“Well, I haven’t practiced that recently, but I think I can remember what to do.”
“You’re avoiding the question,” I said raising my eyebrows. “When did you buy these?”
“Second day of the hostile environment training.”
“But you were still mad at me then!” I said, very surprised.
“Didn’t stop me wanting you,” he replied, grinning back at me.
“Hmm, well. Let me see if I can remember what to do,” I said, raising one eyebrow.
His grin widened and he stood in front of me with his hands on his hips, his erection heading in my general direction.
I tore open the box and pulled out a foil packet, running it down his length, and tapping him on his tip lightly.
“Whoa, careful!” he breathed out.
“Wimp! I thought you were a Marine not a mouse.”
“Just be careful with my weapon,” he shot back.
“Close your eyes and relax.”
“Why, what are you going to do?” he said warily.
“Don’t you trust me?” I said, smiling innocently.
“Not with that look on your face,” he said, but closed his eyes anyway.
I ripped open the foil and pinched the end between my thumb and forefinger, but before I rolled it on, I leaned forward and took him in my mouth.
“Fuck!” he hissed between his teeth, as I stroked my mouth up and down him.
He rested his hands on my shoulders and flexed automatically, sending him deeper into my throat. I pulled back slightly and bared my teeth, making him shudder.
I sucked hard, and he groaned.
“No, baby. I want to be inside you.”
I gave another not-so-gentle tug, and released him.
He shook his head, his eyes amused but heated.
I smiled up at him and ran my hands over his ass, enjoying the defined dip where hip met muscle.
“Just put that fucking thing on, Caro,” he said. “You’re killing me here.”
“Oh, don’t be such a baby, Sebastian. We’ve waited ten years; you’re not going to expire in the next 30 seconds.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” he muttered.
I held the condom at the tip of his penis, and as slowly as was humanly possible, I rolled it down him, making every second, every millimeter count.
He brushed my hands away as soon as I was finished.
“My turn,” he said, his voice allowing no argument.
I lay back on the bed, and raised my arms to pull him down to me.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” he said. “My turn, remember? Pull your knees up.”
“Yes, sir!” I barked, and threw up a salute.
“Are you mocking the US Marine Corps, lady?” he snarled.
“Why? What are you going to do about it?”
The expression on his face changed subtly, and I had a feeling I was going to regret my challenging words.
I slid my feet up the bed as commanded, and watched with a mixture of anticipation and delicious foreboding as his head disappeared between my thighs.
His tongue flicked up and I was so aroused I nearly came on the spot, my body bowing to meet him.
For a second, he pulled back to glance up at me, grinned wickedly, and continued with his erotic assault that had me moaning at an embarrassing volume.
Then he hooked his shoulders under my knees and lifted my whole lower body off the bed, so my weight rested on my upper back.
And he was merciless.