“No, here.”
He unzipped his pants and expertly rolled the condom down his erection with one hand. Then he yanked down my zipper and lifted me up by my hips.
“Wrap your legs around me, baby,” he said, the tension evident in his voice.
“How?” I gasped, pointing at my jeans that were trapped around my knees.
He swore and yanked them further down, but found they were caught by my boots. Instead of waiting the 30 seconds it would take for me to kick them off, he stepped over the denim and ignored the trailing material.
He rammed into me and I cried out. His face was buried in my neck, his breath coming in loud gasps as his body worked faster and faster. I held onto his shoulders while he pounded me into the door. It was so raw and urgent, so completely unexpected, I thought I could see stars.
And then his phone rang.
“Oh, fuck!”
“What? Don’t stop, Sebastian!”
He carried me over to the bed, still joined together, and pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket.
“Sebastian,” I whimpered.
“Just a minute, baby, I’ve got to take this call. It’s my CO’s ringtone.”
What?!
“Hunter, sir.”
Then there was a long pause and I shifted uncomfortably, and he frowned at me.
Fuck you, Hunter! You’re answering the phone during rampant sex, and you’re frowning at me?
He raised one eyebrow, smirked, then started moving again in a way that should not be permitted while carrying on a phone conversation.
Thrust.
“Yes, sir.”
Thrust.
“No, Italy, sir.”
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
I gasped and bit back a moan.
Thrust, thrust, hip roll, thrust.
“Um… I’ve just been out for a run.”
Thrust, thrust.
“Yes, sir.”
Hip roll, thrust, thrust.
“Yes, sir.”
Pound, pound, pound, thrust, thrust, thrust.
“I’ll be there.”
Then he threw the phone in the corner, dropped me onto the bed, angling his hips in a way that made me gasp, and I threw my head back. He fastened his mouth over my nipple so I could feel his teeth through my bra and T-shirt.
I came loudly and he followed with two quick moves.
“Sebastian?” I gasped, astonished by what he’d just done.
He pulled out and looked down at me, grinning wickedly. “Did you get what you wanted, baby?”
“Excuse me?”
“You said you wanted some devil inside you. I aim to please.”
I slapped his arm and tried to wriggle away from him, but his body was still pinning me down.
“Sebastian, you just fucked me while you were talking to your CO!”
“What, you think men can’t multitask?”
I stared up at him in astonishment.
“I can’t believe you did that!”
He laughed. “Felt good! Don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy that because either it was you moaning, baby, or my CO had a stomach ache.”
“I… You… That… Unbelievable!”
He lay down next to me, pulling me onto his chest.
“I haven’t even taken my boots off,” I muttered, to no one in particular.
“Me neither,” he said, with a grin.
He sat up and peeled off the condom, tossing it in the garbage can. Then I heard the sound of him zipping up his pants.
I was still trying to decide whether I was mad at him, or too well fucked to care that he’d taken a phone call during sex with me.
He wandered off into the bathroom, and I heard the shower running while I was still prone on the bed.
He strolled back in, looking completely relaxed and at ease. I felt him pick up my left foot and he started to undo the laces. He tossed the boot over his shoulder where it landed with a thump, then peeled off my sock, and sucked my toes one by one.
“Sebastian,” I whimpered, “you’re supposed to do foreplay before sex.”
He grinned but didn’t reply, simply copying his movements with my right foot. Then he reached up to tug my jeans and panties off. It didn’t take much effort as they were already hanging off me. I was now naked from the waist down.