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Chapter Thirty-Four

W hen Andy folded his hand and announced he needed to go and get Arna, I knew things were messy. I said it before and I would say it again, this having a girlfriend thing was an unpredictable rollercoaster. We didn’t end a poker night early unless it was life or death and when I jumped up after him, Coop hollered about how we should check to see if they had our testicles in their purse.

At this point, I would probably give them to her if she asked. The woman had me under her spell and I wasn’t even remotely mad about it. When we arrived and saw them standing outside, the wall holding them up by the looks of things, I was happy with my decision to join him.

Marlee looked as though she’d thoroughly enjoyed her night out and I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face at seeing her so uninhibited. Her head was tipped back, that damn little black dress she’d been wearing when I saw her last clinging to her body and highlighting her curves. When she said my name and started moaning that she missed me and my cock , I hardened instantly.

A sick sense of pride engulfed my chest that this was where her thoughts took her when she was stripped bare. When she was unaware I was even there, her inhibitions lowered, it was me she thought about. She was undoubtedly the sexiest thing I’d ever seen and she was mine.

Despite my elation at hearing her moaning for me in such an intimate way, by the time we got to my house a small part of me – namely my ears – wished I let Andy bring them both home without my help. Her and Arna sang Mariah Carey songs at the top of their lungs for the entire trip and when Andy tried to change the song, we were punished with the karaoke versions so it was only their drunk voices pitifully serenading us as we navigated the busy streets of the city. I was certain after that drive if I never heard a Mariah song again, it would still be too soon.

“Cheers for the ride. See you soon,” I tapped him on the shoulder as I hopped out of the car and came around to open the door for my backseat princess. She was leaning through to the front seat to say bye, her dress hiking up over her hips and I could clearly see she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

Fuck me, this girl of mine .

The thought that anyone else may have been given a peak at her plush round arse made my palm itch, aching to spank her.

Repeatedly.

Reaching into the car, I put both hands around her waist, hoisting her out and placing her on the pavement in front of me to prevent any potential onlookers. She was giggling as I pulled her dress back down and she wrapped an arm around my waist. God she was so adorable when she was like this.

“You smell so good, Sebbybabes. I could just spread you on a cracker and eat you up,” Andy laughed at a very drunk Marlee as I closed the door, Arna screaming through the window as they drove away, telling anyone within one hundred metres that she loved her best-friend.

Thoughts of her eating me up filled my mind and I easily picked her up and threw her over my shoulder, strategically placing a hand at the hem of her dress. The urge to rip up her dress again and bite her gorgeous arse was cut short as she squealed, wrapping her hands around my torso and moving the other down to my crotch as I pushed through the door to the foyer.

“Marlee,” I growled, already straining against my pants, “behave.”

“Mmmmhmmmm,” she hummed innocently, “my hand slipped.”

I shook my head as the lift arrived, and when the doors closed I flipped her over to stand in front of me and brought my mouth down onto hers. Fuck I missed her so much. She tasted sweet from the candied drinks and my hands roamed down her back to kneed her arse.

Lifting on to her toes, her fingers wrapped into my hair as she pulled me down into her, deepening the kiss. I moved my hands to frame her face and groaned. I wanted to take her right here in the lift, but the doors opening on my floor prevented me from getting too carried away. Even still, she walked backwards, our bodies still entwined as we made it to my door. Finally breaking apart, if only so I could get us inside, I kicked the door closed.

We stood facing each other in the entryway, our chests rising and falling hard, both of us silently daring each other to make the first move. I took her in from the smooth skin of her legs to the way her dress showed off all the best parts. When she raised her hand and let the panties she’d clearly taken off earlier, fall to the ground, I was a goner.

Groaning, I lunged at her, gripped the bottom of her dress and tore it up her body, discarding it on the floor.

I needed to take her. Now.

Our tongues danced in a savage concoction of lust as she ripped my shirt up towards my head before she was clawing at my skin.

I stepped back, admiring the perfection that she was, wearing nothing but the black strappy heels encasing her feet. I kicked off my shoes and then undid my pants and pushed them and my boxers down my legs, freeing my now painful cock from its cage. Her eyes ravaged my body as I gripped myself in my hands and started to slowly pump, her eyelids fixed on me as she attempted to undo her heels.

“Leave them,” I said, both wanting them on and worried she might topple over. “I’m going to fuck you while those pretty heels are wrapped around my waist, baby.” Her cheeks flamed as she stalked towards me, side-stepping me at the last second.

“Nah, I don’t think I feel like doing that. I’m sleepy from all the dancing,” her voice was teasing as she spoke and once she passed me, she ran, her laugh bouncing around the otherwise quiet apartment as her heels clicked against the floor.

My girl wanted to play. The thought sending a wave of lust through me.

Turning, I chased her through the kitchen and grabbed her very naked body around the waist just as she was about to move into the bedroom.

“Gotcha,” I whispered huskily into her ear, picking her up and carrying her to the bed.

“You want to play, babe?” She was panting as I turned her over, glistening with need for me already.

Shit, I wasn’t going to last long when her pussy looked like that and her hooded eyes dared me to continue to play with her. To edge her slowly. She bit her lower lip and I kneeled down on the floor, pulling her to the edge of the bed. I kissed up her thigh, scraping my tongue across her entrance as I breathed in her scent.

“You are lethal.”

“Are you going to talk all night or are you going to put that mouth to good use?” Her words made me want to laugh but I wasn’t going to show her that, instead, I would make her regret that smart mouth.

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you come tonight, sassy girl,” I threatened, separating her with my tongue, stopping to pay extra attention to her swollen bud. Whatever she was about to say was lost in the pleasure filled moan she made and my cock twitched.

I was ravenous. I pressed myself against the bed before devouring her like a man starved. She met my need, ripping at my hair, making me lick, suck and feast even harder. My dick throbbed, desperate to be inside of her. Knowing I could continue to taste her and feel her, I pressed a finger inside her wet cunt, eliciting a guttural moan.

“Oh my god,” she whimpered, her hips rising up to meet my face. When I put a second finger in and sucked her clit into my mouth she screamed and I knew she was close.

Leaving my finger inside, I pulled my mouth away. “Should I let you come on my face?”

Her hips undulated, desperate for more than my slow stroking fingers were providing.

“Please, Seb,” she pleaded and the sight of her begging was enough, let alone the desperation in her plea. Burying my face between her thighs, I did what I’d dreamed of doing every night since I last saw her. Before long, her grip on my hair tightened and she screamed my name, coating my tongue in her juices. I wasn’t even remotely deterred, continuing to lap at her, refusing to relent until she begged me to stop.

When I looked up, her eyes were hooded, her cheeks glowing pink with a post orgasmic buzz. So much for my plans to edge her to release. I could never not give her what she needed.

“I’ve missed you, Marlee girl,” I said as I stood and climbed up onto the bed. She pushed herself back, giving me space to crawl towards her. First, I undid her heels and threw them onto the floor, briefly massaging her feet as I kissed up each calf. My hands glided along the smooth skin of her legs as I traced her skin with my fingers.

“I think I need to show you just what happens when you run away from me.” Her eyes widened as I towered over her, breathing into her neck.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she mocked, but her eyes gave away her arousal. She wanted to see what happened when she pushed.

“Oh, my poor little girl, so naive.”

“Whatever," she retorted, doing her best to toy with me as clear provocation laced her words. The noise that left my throat could only be described as a snarl, as I stood abruptly, narrowly avoiding her hands as she reached for me.

I tsked, walking around the bed frame, pulling the restraints I’d recently bought and assembled.

She watched me with curious eyes, her chest rising and falling with anticipation. The metallic sound of each strap hitting the bed was the only sound in the room as I stalked from corner to corner. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would have someone so fucking beautiful in my bed let alone someone so eager to challenge me.

“I’m going to restrain you,” her eyes widened slightly but she didn’t reply. Her smart mouth no longer firing retorts and the thought gave me a little thrill. Leaning down on the bed, I flipped her over and slapped her gorgeous arse. Hard.

“But you still have control here, Marlee. If you want to stop, you tell me and I'll stop. No questions.” She continued to stare at me, the slight increase in her breathing the only indication she was eager.

“I need to hear you say you understand, babe.”

“I understand,” she said, her voice edged with need and at her acquiescence, any tenderness dissipated as my need to claim took over.

Lifting one of the ankle cuffs, I pulled on the chain to demonstrate its strength and she watched me over her shoulder. “I’m going to put one of these on each of your ankles,” the sound of velcro ripped through the air as I secured her first ankle, peppering kisses up her calf once she was strapped before moving to the next.

When her legs were spread and fastened securely, I did the same to each wrist, her arse slightly raised, her eyes never leaving me as I moved to the end of the bed.

My sharp inhale pierced the air at the sight before me. I’d never witnessed anything as fucking tempting as Marlee, face down, splayed before me on my bed. The white ankle cuffs led to perfectly toned calves and her plush hips begging for me.

Kneeling between her spread thighs, I ran my palms up her legs before kneading her arse. “You should see yourself. You look so fucking sexy tied to my bed ready for me.” She began rocking ever so slightly, my words clearly evoking the same need in her.

“Is that what you want, babe? You want me to destroy this fucking pussy and show you what happens when you’ve been bad?” I lifted her up onto her knees so her plump round arse was high, spanking the already pink skin a second time. I rubbed my hands up and down her back, around her hips before squeezing her tits.

“I need you to answer me,” I said, teasing her nipples.

“Yes,” she panted, straining against the cuffs as she tried to push herself back.

“Yes, what?” I asked, needing her to be totally clear about what she wanted.

“Yes, I want you to fucking destroy me,” she whimpered and at her command I surrendered to my darkest desires. To everything I’d ever dreamed of doing but never felt certain enough until her. Until I met the goddess who was currently laying before me with a glistening pussy begging me to own her.

I ran my finger through her wetness and up to her little back entrance. She jolted forward and I grinned, watching as I traced around her tight puckered hole. Oh, I was going to make sure she couldn’t run away from me again. Hearing a soft groan at being touched in an unfamiliar place, I filed my plans of taking her there for another time and sat up until my cock pressed at her core.

“Spread your legs wide, my love.” She obeyed and I rubbed myself against her eliciting another soft moan from her lips.

“You’re fucking soaking,” I gritted, the intensity of this moment making me unhinged as I lined myself up and gripped her hips. Unexpectedly shoving herself backwards, I rammed into her, groaning when her arse met my skin, taking me in one smooth movement.

“FUCKKKKKKKKKKK, Marlee,” her own moans were muffled as she pressed her face into the pillow. She tried to push herself off again to gain traction, but I held her hips tight, enjoying the feel of her pussy encompassing my cock. When she turned to look at me over her shoulder, greedy frustration lacing her features, I slapped her arse for a third time.

Bound in four places with my cock buried deep inside of her, she was magnetic and I completely surrendered to the primal need to claim as I began thrusting in and out of her deeply.

“Don’t stop,” she said in between harsh breaths, her fingers scrunching handfuls of the sheets.

“You take my cock so well,” I praised, quickening my pace. “I don’t think I can go another night without being inside you ever again.” I tightened my hold on her, lifting her hips higher as I relentlessly slammed forward. Her moans were the only encouragement I needed and I sucked my finger again before placing it against her puckered hole.

She wasn’t ready for anything more tonight but I could tell by the way her groans deepened that the intensity of pleasure from simply touching her there was arousing.

“Please, Seb, I need to cum,” she begged. Reaching around I began rubbing her clit and the angle only increased the depth of my cock inside her.

Her words were pure sex to my ears and when she ground back into me with a renewed fervour, screaming my name for the second time, my vision went white as I filled her with my own release.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her soft skin.

Three days without her had felt like an eternity, who knows how I managed the thirty one years before she tipped my world upside down. No wonder my life had felt grey and empty without her vibrance. Being around her felt like the soft morning sun against your skin on an otherwise overcast day. It was a feeling you didn’t even realise you missed until it was there. She stroked my arm that was holding her tight into me as we spooned in post-coital bliss.

These were my favourite times, when the sounds of the waves were all that could be heard and I had her in my arms. This was a bubble I could easily live in without having to worry about anything else ever again. My mind was quiet and I could focus on the inner peace that came from knowing I was truly content. I’d never wanted or needed someone to share my life with, thinking if I was able to find my success despite my limitations, I would be happy. But now I was realising that while I felt like I achieved it all, having someone to share that with, someone who saw me in a way no one else did, was the ultimate success.

“I’m sorry I freaked out on you the other day. I know you were only looking out for me,” her voice was tender and I squeezed her tighter.

“I’m the one who needs to apologise. I’m sorry. I’d been so worried but I should have told you what I was doing. You were closed off and I knew something was bothering you and I guess I struggled when you wouldn’t let me in,” I confessed.

“I’ve been scared for so long, Seb. Even when I finally left Lucas that fear didn’t stop. I was looking over my shoulder constantly, always worried he would be there. He nearly destroyed me and I won't go back.” Her voice broke towards the end and I pulled her into me tighter, ignoring the inferno that was reignited inside of me urging me to find him and kill him.

“When my parents died, he didn’t let me speak to Arna unless he was there and I had no one else. Then after forcing me to leave the Centre I really was isolated, and when you have no one to remind you of the sunshine it is easy to be swept up into the storm and think you will never come out. So when I saw the envelope and the pictures, it was suffocating.”

Her honesty was painful to hear. Painful to know my selfishness had evoked this sadness inside her. She’d been so open with me from the very start and I knew I owed her parts of me, which until now, I hadn’t shared with anyone. I needed to explain why I felt the need to take care of her in the ways I did. Why I needed the control that came with knowing everything I could before I was able to make decisions.

Why I needed control at all.

Taking a deep breath I dropped the walls and brought her into my circle.

“I was really young when my father left, but I do remember him. I tell my mum I don’t but that's only because it’s easier than reflecting on the days he was around. The days when we went to the park, or the hours of fun we spent burying him in the sand at the beach. I looked up to him and he was always there, so I didn’t understand why he left. Why he didn’t love us enough to stay. Mum loves a good photo so there are albums full of pictures of us together but I prefer not to look at them. No good can come from mourning over someone who didn't want us.” Taking a deep breath, I expelled those thoughts, the darkness of the night helping, easily pulling free things I'd never spoken aloud.

“I had no control in him leaving but it left me with responsibilities I never should have had. I became the man of the house when I was still a boy and I felt responsible for Mum and Eva even at such a young age. Mum was so sad. She cried all the time, spent a heap of time in her room, I guess overwhelmed with her own grief and I did my best to keep Eva distracted so she wouldn't hear Mum sobbing.

“And Eva asked so many questions. Seriously, you’ve never met anyone who asks as many questions as she does,” I huffed a laugh at my sister’s relentless curiosity. “I just didn’t have the answers. I didn't even realise at the time how much it impacted me. I never wanted to make any friends, knowing they could leave at any time, and other than Cooper, I went most of my life without letting anyone get close enough because when you don’t care, no one can hurt you.

“I was like that for years. Even now letting people in is hard but I work on being better every day. And then I met you. You with those mesmerising green eyes and kind heart. And suddenly I could think of nothing else. Only you. Always you. When I would be able to see you again. How I could see you again. I was thinking about you more than anything else and it was so surreal. Without even trying, you buried yourself in the depths of my bloodstream until I felt as though I couldn’t function without you. Wayne says I’m obsessed – but in the best of ways,” I said with a wry smile, glad to share this with her but also not wanting to freak her out.

“When I knew something was upsetting you and you wouldn’t tell me, I didn’t know how to cope. I’m used to being organised, getting my own way, keeping stringent practices, so I did things the only way I knew how. I realise now that I should have told you and for that I'm sorry. Truly.” She rolled over to face me and her eyes searched mine as she leant up and softly kissed me, accepting and comforting me in equal measure.

“I’m a mess, Seb. I think at this point I've told you that hundreds of times. But, it's true. I’ve only had a relationship with one other man and he treated me like trash. Until yesterday, I was living week to week and only because Arna and Andy gave me a place to stay. I see a therapist once a month and come with so much baggage that I should just push a trolley around with me. We are all kind of fucked up in our way.” I stroked the side of her face and she smiled softly before continuing.

“I think its about finding someone who is equally as fucked up and making sure you can work together in this messy thing we call life. And honestly, I’m low-key addicted to you too.”

I smiled, kissing her on the tip of her nose. I wanted to tell her I found that in her, that she was one of the very few people who I loved . But she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and snuggling into my neck. For now, I was content with having her in my arms and knowing she accepted me for all that I was.

I’m low-key addicted to you too , the best thing I’d ever heard.