I sit up to grab his body and pull him down on top of me. I need him closer.
He brings my legs higher and circles himself deep inside of me. We both moan in pleasure.
“Fuck, yes… April,” he whispers against my ear. “Can you feel how deep I am inside of you? Do you know how many times you’ve made me come this week thinking about this beautiful, creamy cunt of yours?” He bites my ear hard, and goosebumps scatter down my spine. “I want to blow inside of you so fucking hard… again and again and again.”
Oh God.
I glance over to the mirror on the wall to see us together like this. His thick quads are spread wide, and his dark skin is rippled with muscle. The visual is a sensory overload, and I cry out as a freight train of an orgasm rips through me.
He smiles darkly as he pumps me through it, and then he readjusts his stance to hold my ankles and spread my legs wide.
“Squeeze me,” he pants, pumping me with force. The bed begins to slam into the wall. “You suck my cock for me, baby.”
Our eyes are locked, and I clench around him.
His lip curls in appreciation. “Harder.”
I clench harder, and his head tips back. My hands are on his thighs and the power behind them is doing things to my brain cells, frying every last one.
His hands drop to the mattress, and he holds himself up on straightened arms as he really lets me have it. The sound of our skin slapping together echoes throughout the room, and then he begins to moan. The sound is deep and guttural, almost animalistic. He scrunches his face up and hits me hard. I feel his cock jerk as he comes hard deep inside of me.
We move together slowly to rub out his orgasm, our lips meeting once again.
Our kiss is tender, and an unexpected intimacy runs between us.
And then he falls still. His haunted eyes rise to meet mine.
For some reason, I feel the need to comfort him.
“It’s okay, baby,” I whisper as I brush the hair back from his face. “I’m here.”
He rests his head on my chest and nestles in between my breasts. Our hearts are still racing as he clings to me for dear life.
I hold him tightly and kiss the top of his head, a feeling of uneasiness fills me.
Something is wrong. He clings to me tighter, and I hold him right back.
Something tells me that Mr. Garcia is damaged goods.
It’s pitch black as I dream a heavenly scene.
Arousal swims throughout my body and I lie back to enjoy it.
It feels good.
I like this dream. I like it a lot.
My legs spread farther apart, and I smile to myself.
I feel a kiss on my inner thigh, and my sleepy eyes flutter open. My hand goes down to the covers, and I feel movement beneath them.
Wait…what?
A thick tongue swipes through my sex, and a thrill runs through me.
This is real.
I’m still in the Escape Room with Sebastian.
This man is insatiable. We had sex three times last night before we fell asleep, and now I wake up to this.
I pull the covers back, and in the twinkle of the moonlight pouring through the window, I see Sebastian licking me up like his life depends on it.
I smile with a sharp inhale, and I cup his face in my hand.
His eyes hold mine, and he kisses my sex with an open mouth.
“Nightcap,” he whispers.
I spread my legs wider. “Please… be my guest.”
He licks me deeper and deeper, and with every stroke, my arousal grows.
My back begins to arch off the bed, chasing a deeper connection.
“Get up here, Garcia.”
He chuckles as he crawls up over my body with my arousal glistening on his skin. When he kisses me, I taste myself on him.
“You’re quite the tomcat,” I whisper.
He smiles against my lips as he rolls a condom on. “The temptation with you is just too great.” I wrap my legs around his waist, and he slides in deep.
My body ripples around him.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper up at him in awe.
He smiles softly. “And you’re deluded.”
I smile as he kisses me deeper. I’m not even joking; Sebastian Garcia is male perfection.
I don’t ever want this night to end.
“I have to go, babe.”
I roll over and squint against the light, trying to regain my focus.
Sebastian is dressed in his suit, doing up his tie.
I sit up on my elbows. “Where are you going?”
“I have a meeting.” He bends and kisses me softly, brushing my hair back from my forehead. “I’m already late.”
“Well…” I pause and flop back down onto my pillow. “When will I see you?”
He moves to the mirror and readjusts his tie. “I’m not sure.”
I stare at his back. He makes eye contact with me in the mirror, and then looks away.
“Will you come to the café and see me?” I ask.
I know I sound whiny, but last night was special, and I know he felt it, too.
“No.” He adjusts his cufflinks without making eye contact.
“No?” I frown. “Just like that? No?”
“I’m not seeing you out of here until. . . “His voice trails off.
“Until what?”
“Until you resign.”
I give him a stifled smile, well that’s better than never, I guess. “Two more shifts to go.”
He raises an eyebrow as he walks into the bathroom. “We’ll see.” I hear him mutter under his breath. I hear him brushing his teeth, and then he reappears again. He moves to the bottom of the bed and pulls the blankets back to grab my foot. He drags me to the end of the bed, and I laugh out loud. He bends and kisses my sex.
“Last night was amazing,” he whispers before kissing me on the inner thigh.
My heart swells as I watch him, “It was, wasn’t it?” I smile.
He kisses my sex again. “I have to go. Stop distracting me.”
I giggle and sit up. “I’m not saying anything.”
He turns and raises his eyebrows.
I curl my finger. “Come here.”
He dives over me on the bed, pinning my hands behind my head as he spreads my legs with his knee.
“Until next time,” he whispers as he looks down at me, his face millimeters from mine.
My stomach flutters. “Until next time.”
He kisses me softly and then gets up and walks down the hallway with purpose. I hear the front door click closed, and I smile goofily up at the ceiling and scrunch my eyes shut tight in excitement.
Until next time.
I watch my glass of water bouncing across my desk to the beat of the loud music next door.
This is fucking bullshit.
I close my eyes and turn up the volume on my headphones.
It’s fine. It’s totally fine.
I hear something smash up against our shared wall, and I tear my headphones off.
What was that?
I hear screaming and laughter follow. She must have at least thirty people in her tiny room. I’ve called security three times already tonight, and none of them ever come because Penelope is fucking them all.
My phone beeps with a text from Brandon.
I can hear Penny’s party from here.
Do you want to sleep on my floor?
I exhale heavily, no I don’t want to sleep on a mattress on someone’s floor.