The Education of Sebastian (44 page)

He glanced up, giving me one quick look, a slight smile on his face, then his head disappeared between my thighs and I felt his tongue and fingers working me, playing with me, stroking me inside and out.

I thought my legs would buckle but then he hooked my right knee over his shoulder and pushed his tongue deeper inside me. I could barely stand on two legs, let alone one; I hung onto the vanity unit behind me for dear life.

I came loudly and had a brief glimpse of his grinning face before my eyes squeezed shut. He placed my right leg back on the floor and spun me around so I was facing the mirror. I was still quaking from my orgasm when he bent me over and pushed in from behind. He circled his hips, pulled out slowly and plunged in again. My face in the mirror was unrecognizable, my mouth hanging open, my eyes wide, my breasts seemed larger, the nipples flaring outwards, engorged, standing rigid. He pulled out again and sank in achingly slow, rolling his hips, massaging every part of me, all the way in and in. Just as the thought flashed across my mind,
He’s learned to ‘do’ slow
, he started moving hard and fast, increasing the pace as his breathing began to turn to gasps.

He reached around to the front of my legs and pressed hard, sending me plunging into the deep end where I couldn’t even remember my own name. I think I actually passed out for half a second because when awareness trickled back, his arm was around my waist holding me up as my hands flapped limply by my sides. His hips pumped hard and he bit the back of my neck as he came.

We sank to the floor and I lay curled up on my side, grateful for the bathmat beneath my hip. Sebastian’s chest was against my back and his knees flexed behind mine, his arm still around my waist.

Neither of us could speak for several minutes.

I felt lightheaded and flushed all over, superheated from the inside out.

“What is it with you and bathrooms?” I gasped.

I heard his quiet chuckle. “I think it’s the mirrors – I fucking love watching your face when you come – I can see you from all angles. And I can see myself fucking you.” I felt his shoulders shrug. “It turns me on.”

I wasn’t quite sure what to make of that. I realized we still had a lot to learn about each other – and I was so ready for that voyage of discovery.

I pressed my hand to my chest, feeling my heart rate beginning to return to normal.

I struggled to sit up: Sebastian was still lying on the floor, curled around me. I reached down to stroke his hair and a wicked sea-green eye blinked up at me.

“Can I have that bath now, please?” I said in my most persuasive voice.

I would have got up and crawled into the bath myself – except I didn’t think I could stand.

Sebastian bit my ass-cheek making me yelp then he pulled himself to his feet.

“You’ll have to help me up,” I mumbled petulantly.

He grinned then bent to scoop me into his arms.

“Bed or bath?” he said, raising one eyebrow.

It was a tough choice but I was half afraid that if I said ‘bed’ it would mean more sex and I really needed a rest.

“Bath,” I said, at last.

He grinned and carefully lowered me into the hot water, making sure that my right leg hung over the side, keeping the dressing on my foot dry.

It felt wonderful. Not that I needed to relax: my body was so limp I was nine-tenths unconscious already. Two orgasms in two minutes might have had something to do with it.

“Are you going to join me?”

“In a minute: I want to wash you first.”

Slowly and methodically he soaped me all over using the small bar provided by the hotel, cupping his hands to rinse me off. No one had washed me like that since… well, I guessed the last time must have been when I was a young child because I couldn’t actually remember it ever happening.

His face was serious as if he was concentrating hard, revealing a small frown as his eyebrows pulled together. He moved my hair off my shoulders and massaged soap into my neck.

“Your eyelashes are really long,” he said quietly.

I squinted up at him and waved my fingers indicating that he should come and join me, I was almost too tired to talk.

He smiled and helped me scoot forward so he could climb in behind me. The water lapped perilously close to the edge as he sank down.

I leaned back against him and he kissed the top of my head, letting his left arm rest on the ledge alongside the bath while the right wrapped around my shoulder and across my chest.

“This is nice,” he said softly. “I could get used to this.”

“We might not be able to afford an apartment with a bathtub
and
a shower in New York,” I pointed out.

“I’ll get an extra job to pay for it,” he said casually. “It’ll be worth it.”

His optimism made me smile; it made me a little sad, too. I didn’t think life was going to be as easy as he seemed to expect. We might be moving across the country but we’d be taking a whole heap of our problems with us.
No, time enough to think about that tomorrow
.

“What shall we name our first child?” he said, in a dreamy, offbeat voice.

“Excuse me, what?!”

I was so shocked I jumped, causing a small tidal wave to cascade over the side of the bath. Sebastian didn’t move; he just kissed my hair again.

“If it’s a boy, we could call him Chester: Ches would get a kick out of that. Or maybe Chesney if it’s a girl.”

I struggled to sit up but he wouldn’t let me go.

“What are you talking about?” I said, my voice rising about four octaves. “We can’t have children!”

“Why not?” he said challengingly. “You said you wanted to have kids, so let’s do it. We’ll find a way.”

My head was about to explode with the impossibility of what he was saying. We had nowhere to live, no jobs, no money, he’d only just got his high school diploma and was thinking about going back to study at college and
he was still only 17!
And then, that sneaky little voice in the back of my head said,
Why not? What are you waiting for? He’s got all the time in the world but you haven’t. You want to wait till you’re middle-aged to be pregnant?

His body had tensed up and I could tell he was waiting for my reaction. I tried to make light of the situation.

“Fine. But let’s talk about it when you’ve got your degree. I’m not going to rob you of a chance to go to school. We can wait three years: we’re not in
that
much of a hurry. Besides, we want to see Italy first, don’t we?”

I felt his body relax again and he kissed my shoulder.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want to miss that. Okay, when I’m 21. That would be cool. Hey, do you like the name ‘Orlando’? I went to school with a kid who was named that – he said it was after some character in a play.”

I smiled.

“What’s so funny?”

“You are. The name ‘Orlando’ is the Italian form of Roland. It’s also used in Shakespeare’s ‘As You Like It’ – but I always think of the book by Virginia Woolf.”

“What’s that about?”

“A time-traveling man who becomes a woman.”

Sebastian was speechless for exactly three seconds: then he started laughing.

“You’re kidding me! Seriously?”

Small waves started washing over the side of the tub as laughter rippled through him.

“Sebastian! You’re causing a flood!”

But he couldn’t stop laughing. I twisted around to look at him, adding to the water spilling over the edge.

Tears were squeezing themselves from the corner of his eyes and there didn’t seem to be much chance that he’d gain control of himself anytime soon. I shook my head, a smile pinned to my face.
Hopeless!

I climbed out of the tub awkwardly. Sebastian made a half-hearted grab for me but was too weak from laughter and I slipped out of his grasp.

I picked up one of the towels he’d laid aside and started drying myself while he lay helpless in the now tepid water.

“Are you quite finished?” I said, raising one eyebrow, as his laughter turned to wheezing.

He grinned up at me then slid completely under the water and sat up quickly, rivers of bathwater pouring off his face.

He leapt out of the tub and tried to grab me again.

“Oh no! You’re all wet, mister, and I only just got dry!”

I threw a towel at him which he caught before it hit his chest.

He made a few quick passes then tossed it on the floor where it started to soak up the spilled water.

The look on his face had me backing up into the bedroom.

“Sebastian! It’s nearly 2
AM
. We have to be up in less than six hours.”

“Plenty of time,” he said, his voice a growl.

Unbelievable!

When I finally woke up Sebastian’s heavy arm was pinning me to the bed and daylight was pouring into the room. I screwed up my eyes to see the time by my wristwatch. It was already 10
AM
: check-out time.

“Damn it!”

I pushed his arm off and sat up in alarm.

“Caro! What’s wrong?”

He was awake immediately.

I threw myself back on the bed helplessly, angry with myself and frustrated at the lateness of the hour. No, I was angry with
him
. If he hadn’t kept me up half the night – if he hadn’t
been
up
half the night – I wouldn’t have slept in: not today.

“Caro!”

“I wanted to get home early,” I grumbled.

He pulled me over to face him.

“Why? What’s the big rush?”

“I just wanted to catch… David… before he went to work. Assuming he went home last night. Now I’ll have to put off telling him
again
… unless I go to the hospital. I guess I could do that.”

Sebastian scowled.

“Why don’t you just leave him a note? You don’t owe that asshole anything.”

I disagreed but I didn’t want to get into a fight over it either.

“I guess I’ll find him later,” I said almost to myself.

“Can we talk about something else?” said Sebastian, mirroring my own thoughts.

I forced a smile.

“Sure. What do you want to talk about?”

“Well,” he said, suggestively flexing his hips, “I woke up feeling horny and I’ve got this beautiful woman in my bed…”

“Sebastian!” I whined.

But he was already burying his face in my chest and nuzzling my breasts.

“I have to pee!” I moaned.

“Later.”

I guess that answered my question about whether he woke up every morning with a hard-on. There were definitely dangers to having an inquisitive mind.

Ten minutes later I had my head thrown back while Sebastian reared into me.

“Fuck!” he hissed, collapsing back onto the bed. “That was so intense! Jeez, Caro! You just about wrung me out there! What
was
that?”

“I told you I wanted to pee!”

He looked at me, utterly bemused.

“Yeah, and?”

“Well,” I said blushing a little, “it makes the, um, orgasm more intense if you have to, you know… Don’t look at me like that – I read it in
Cosmo
.”

“Wow! Really? Have you got any more trade secrets?”

I slapped him on his chest and stomped off to the bathroom, listening to his laughter roll out behind me.

Damn him!

I insisted that we get dressed, fearing the hotel staff would come at any moment to throw us out, so I put an absolute ban on shower sex on the basis that: a) I’d probably slip and knock myself out or break something, especially as I had a plastic bag covering the gauze on my right foot, and b) I just couldn’t take any more.

Sebastian had a full on pout, which made me laugh, and a full on erection, which didn’t. But we found a suitable compromise that satisfied us both, although my knees were red and sore afterwards.

I turned over the room key to the clerk as we checked out, embarrassed to think of the state of the place and grateful that I wouldn’t have to face whoever had to straighten it up.

I’d tried to tug the sheets into better order and mop up the worst of the spilled bathwater, but it still looked like a wild animal had been rampaging through the room, which, when I thought about it, rather summed up the way Sebastian had behaved all night.

I smiled, remembering the way our bodies moved together; the way his eyes told me he was mine and I was his; the love that my starved heart had craved for so long. The way love had turned to lust, and lust turned to need – raw and ready; sometimes soft, sometimes hard, sometimes gentle, sometimes rough. Our bodies coming together, melding as one; two pieces fitting together, over and over.

I remembered.

It was a beautiful day as we strolled out of the hotel; the early morning gloom was long gone and the heat of July was beginning to build. As usual, Sebastian was hungry and even though he’d eaten the cold carbonara and the remains of my couscous sometime between my fourth and fifth orgasms, he was ready for more food.

We grabbed coffee and rolls to-go and wandered along to my car feeling relaxed, if a little tired. Maybe that last bit was just me because Sebastian seemed to be fizzing with energy, talking happily about all the things he’d got planned for us in New York (going to baseball games seemed to figure rather more than I was expecting), but also walks through Central Park and, of course, checking out all the east coast beaches.

Here on the west coast, the surf was pumping and Sebastian gazed longingly at the barreling surf as we drove along the ocean road.

“Why don’t you call Ches and see if he wants to catch some waves?” I suggested.

Sebastian’s face brightened.

“Really? You don’t mind?”

“No, go ahead. I’ll meet up with you later. What time do you have to be at work?”

“I’m on four till ten again.”

“Okay, well, I could pick you up after? We can go to my new place – you can meet my roommates.”

“Sure, that would be great. You really don’t mind?”

“Course not! Go have some fun.”

And I had some business to take care of, too
.

Sebastian picked up his cell.

“Battery’s almost dead but I should have enough juice for one call.” He scrolled down to find Ches’s number and dialed. “Hey, man, what’s up? No, I’m with Caro. We’ve just driven past Silver Strand and it’s pumping. You wanna go take the boards out? No, she’s cool.” He grinned over at me. “We’ll hook up later. Yeah, okay.” Then he frowned. “What? No, we didn’t yet. Yeah, okay, okay. See you in twenty.