BREAKAWAY (The Dartmouth Cobras) (28 page)

He went into his car and started the engine, which would heat the hood of the car and warm Jami. And when he joined her, his body heat did the rest. He laid her out over the hood, bared her breasts, and covered them with his hands. She moaned into his mouth, tugging at his shirt until he shrugged it off and let it fall to the dirt. Her body writhed beneath him, urging him on, but he moved slowly, kissing down her body as he peeled her black cotton booty shorts down, leaving her skirt. The panties joined his shirt as he lifted her calves to his shoulders and lowered his head between her thighs.

"
Mmm
, Sebastian." She squirmed as he dipped his tongue between her folds. Her hands fisted in his hair. "Oh please . . . ."

He brought his head up and licked the subtle sweetness of her juices slicking his lips. "Hands over your head, gatita. Make-believe it is my magic that binds you now."

She stretched her arms up until her fingertips pressed against the windshield. And thrust her hips up. "More."

He let out a gruff laugh and nibbled lightly on the plump outer lips of her pussy. "Good little subs do not make demands of their masters."

"Do I
have
to be a 'good sub'?" Her calves shifted restlessly on his shoulders. "I'd rather be a naughty one."

"Would you really?" Most
Doms
would have already started her training, laid out the rules, but his little imp wouldn't enjoy too many restrictions. Better to set limits gradually so as not to stifle her with them. "Did you like your last punishment?"

She gave him a look of feigned innocence. "Which one?"

"Perhaps a reminder is in order." He spread her pussy open and closed his lips around her clit as he thrust his two middle fingers into her moist heat. A slight curve forward brought his fingertips to a spot that had her gasping and clenching in seconds. He sucked the tiny, throbbing nub and quickened the pace of his thrust. His bent fingers hit her pussy lips hard enough to add an edge of pain. As her inner muscles squeezed his fingers tight he slammed in and held them there.

Her head
thunked
the hood of the car and her back bowed. Her lips parted in a soundless scream.

He waited until the trembling, bucking motion of her hips stilled and glanced up at her. "Again?"

"No no
no
! Not yet. I'll be an angel, I promise!"

"My expectations are more realistic than that, mi cielo." He shoved his pants and boxers down to his knees and lowered her legs so she could wrap them around his waist. He rested over her, flattening her breasts under his chest. "Obey me when you give your body to me. We will decide together if you need more."

"Yes!" Her thigh closed against his hips. "Yes, Mi Rey!"

"You have done your . . . homework. I am impressed. My king. I rather like that." He rocked his hips, sliding his dick against her pussy. All he had to do was reach down and he could fill her . . . but his brain caught up with his body. Must use protection. He reached down for his wallet.

"Sebastian, I trusted him without." Jami moaned as he worked his dick over her slick entrance, pressing harder. "I have even more reason to trust you. I'm safe. I've been—"

"I understand." He fisted his dick in his hand, positioned himself, and drove into her. Delicate, wet heat enveloped him. An overwhelming sensation, feeling her like this, wrapped around him with nothing between them. He was usually more cautious, usually insisted on being tested with his partner, but every single one had been a brief, meaningless relationship. He needed this with Jami. Only . . . he needed to know he alone would share this with her. "But no more, Jami. From this point on, you trust no one but me."

"But Luke—"

"No." He wrapped her up in his arms, sinking in all the way as he claimed her lips and her body. "Only me."

* * * *

High above the ocean, surrounded by the heat of the car and Sebastian's body, Jami drowned in pleasure and pure, mind numbing emotion. Every nerve ignited as Sebastian kissed her and murmured in Spanish, gliding into her with long strokes. His hands on her hips moved her sweat slicked body on the warm hood of his car, up and down in a slow, controlled rhythm. Her fingertips left streaks on the windshield as she struggled to keep her hands over her head.

Only me.

Nothing had changed, and yet, at the same time, everything had. Sebastian knew what she needed, probably better than she did.
 
Would he find another way to fulfill her desire to be used? To be treated like a mindless little
fucktoy
?

Or did she really need that? She wasn't sure anymore because this, what he was doing to her right now, was perfect. And normal. It was about time she made an effort to have a normal relationship.

"I am losing you, mi cielo." Sebastian leaned his elbows by her head and slowed his thrusts. His eyes were dark and the light of the moon gave the hair framing his hard face the sheen of polished ebony. "Where have you gone?"

"I'm with you." Her body ached as a violent orgasm closed in on her, but something was missing. The final admission that would close the gap between them. "There are things you don't understand about me. I'm a little weird."

"No more than I am, gatita."

He didn't get it. And his slow grind was making it very hard to get the words out. But she managed. "I need to belong to someone."

"You belong to me." A low growl underlined his tone as he rocked into her. The fierceness in his eyes quickened her pulse. "Tell me how I must prove it. If I must keep you all to myself—if I must fight any man that wants you—"

"Is that what you want? When you say 'you're mine', does that mean you don't ever want another man to touch me?"

 
"If I allow another man to touch you, he is under my control as well. He may have as much, or as little of you as I allow him."

Her blood surged low and flames licked her flesh. Everything within clamped down, so tight she felt the way the skin of his dick shifted with every motion, felt the thick head of his cock spreading her as it reached her core.
Fuck. Maybe he does get it.
"Sebastian—"

"You've no desire to be a possession high on a shelf only I can reach. You are mi
tesoro
and I may choose to let others admire what is mine. I may choose to let them look, but not touch. Or touch, but not taste." He gave her a slow, wicked smile as he eased almost all the way out, teasing her entrance with the head of his dick. "To taste but not to fuck."

She groaned as he slammed into her, arousal unraveling like a flaming ribbon of pleasure deep within. Right and wrong had no meaning. She needed whatever he was willing to give.

"Someday soon I will have you bound and blindfolded, on display for guests in my home. And erotic centerpiece." His tone took on a lulling quality, the one which seemed to entrance any he used it on. And it affected her the same way. He framed her face with his hands, his lips hovering over hers, rolling his hips so his dick circled deep within. "You will never know whose hands are on you, who is kissing you, toying with you."

The ribbon flared up, coiling faster and faster even though his movements had slowed. Her eyes
teared
as he moved in and out in short half thrusts, anchoring her in the heat until the sensation of endless pleasure made her dizzy. Like being high, only better. Pure.

"I must warn you of one thing, mi cielo." He drove in hard and reached between them, scissoring his fingers over her clit, creating a friction which caused the threads of heat to spark and fray. "I will become rather possessive after I share you. It may takes days, even weeks before I am comfortable doing so again." He stretched her clit slightly and she gasped as it ignited like a struck match. He growled against her throat. "I am feeling very possessive now."

He hammered into her and the bonfire he'd lit inside her burst as though doused in accelerant. All her senses fixated on the roaring fire consuming her. She thrashed as she came undone, riding the flames like boiling waves, clinging to him as one climax, then another, crashed into her. His roar rose over it all as he hammered in, his grip bruising her hips with one last hard thrust. When he came she shuddered and wrapped her arms around his neck. There was something intimate about the warmth of his cum spilling inside her and she needed to hang onto it, just a little longer.

"
Cada
día
te
quiero
más
que
ayer
y
menos
que
mañana
." Sebastian kissed her cheek, her eyelids, as he whispered. "I love you, Jami. I should not say this, but the words will tear me from the inside out if I do not."

Her heart stopped. Then swelled as she blindly sought his lips through her tears. "I love you too, Sebastian. And I swear I'll say it again when I'm not half drunk on the incredible things you do to me."

"You know how to please a man, mi
corazon
." He brushed her sweaty hair away from her face. Every word he spoke seemed uncertain, as though he'd lost his grasp of the English language in the afterglow. "Let me take you to my home. I will hold you as you sleep. Then I will make love to you again before I must leave."

"I wish you didn't have to go."

His lips flattened. The muscle in his jaw tensed. "I will stay if you ask."

She stared at him, emotion creating a thick, hot lump in her throat. How could he offer that, of all things? She knew how much the playoffs meant to him. "I would never ask you to do that."

Relief stole into his eyes as he smiled down at her. "Which makes me love you more."

Chapter Thirteen

Butter melted on the blueberry muffins and the scent drifted up to Sebastian as he brought the tray to his room. His stomach rumbled. Rarely did he sleep in so late—he grinned and shook his head as he glanced at the clock. Almost 10am. No wonder he was hungry.

But the soft, sweet woman still curled up in his bed, cocooned in his heavy black and gold comforter, had been almost impossible to pull away from. If the Cobras weren't heading out to Buffalo this afternoon he would have spent the day with her, right here.

Jami smiled sleepily as she lifted her head from the pillow and used the back of her hand to dry her chin. "
G'morning
."

Sebastian waited for her to sit up, then laid the silver tray on her lap, careful not to spill the coffee. He leaned over the tray and kissed her. "Good morning, mi cielo. Eat your breakfast quickly. I have somewhere to take you."

She nodded and drained half the coffee before attacking the muffin. She spoke around a mouthful. "Where are we going?"

"Your manners are better than that, gatita." He smiled when she ducked her head and color flooded her cheeks. "It's bad enough that you are getting crumbs all over my bed."

Her brow creased. Then she stuck her tongue out at him. "It's your fault for bringing me breakfast in bed." She took another big bite and hummed her appreciation. "They're so good though! Did you make them from scratch? I
need
the recipe."

"I’ll give it to you." Sebastian took a slow measured breath as she pressed her fingers to the plate to get all the crumbs and then sucked her fingertips with relish. "I also made a dozen—you may take half home with you." He set the tray aside and pulled her to her feet, his gaze roaming over her naked body. All the blood in his body converged to the head of his hardened cock. He forced himself to step away from her. "Dress quickly or I won't be responsible for my actions. We haven't much time."

"Now I'm curious." Jami pursed her lips, glanced down to his crotch, then back at the bed. "And you're lucky I am, otherwise I'd so rape you right now."

He gave her an amused half-smile and kissed her forehead. "If it wasn't important, I'd let you."

Downstairs, in the kitchen, the cardboard boxes he'd collected covered every available surface. He emptied the fridge into two boxes labeled 'Perishables', then left Jami to empty the cupboards while he went to the basement to empty his huge freezer. They carried all the boxes out to the porch and he asked her to wait while he went into the garage by his house. He pulled out in his pickup truck and silently loaded it up with enough food to feed a small nation.

Only once they were seated in the cab did he speak. "What I do with this food is an important part of my life. I'd like to share it with you."

She nodded and put her hand over the one he had clenched to his thigh as he drove. "Of course. But you need to talk to me, Sebastian. I'm worried about you."

"I'm sorry, mi cielo, that was not my intention." He took a deep breath. "This makes me . . . raw. I debated letting you see me like this, but you should know me. I am not entirely the person I show the world."

Her small hand squeezed his as she rested her head on his shoulder. "I know."

Such a simple response, but somehow, perfect. He didn't feel compelled to speak again until they'd stopped at the shelter in Halifax he donated to once a month. Jami stood in the back of the pickup, handing boxes down to him and two volunteers from the shelter.

He frowned at her when she let out a little grunt and tried to lift the box full of cans. "Leave that one for me, gatita."

"I'm fine—ouch!" The box crashed to the truck bed and cans rolled out of the split side. Jami smacked one hand into his chest when he vaulted up beside her. "Don't panic, I just got a little cut from a staple."

"Let me see." Hand extended, he waited for her to show him where she'd hurt herself. Likely her hand since she'd hidden it behind her back. His eyes narrowed when she tried to step around him. "Are you testing me, Jami?"

Her chin jutted out. "I don't know what you mean."

Moving slowly forward, forcing her to retreat until she was trapped against the back of the cab, Sebastian spoke low so the volunteers wouldn't hear him. "I prefer to keep discipline private, but I will put on a show for them if you'd like. I'm not sure if your desire to be used and humiliated extends to strangers seeing me spanking your bare ass, but this is the perfect time to find out."