I shouldn't be here

Why am I here? Ivy was going to take Dawson but when she told me she was going to Abby's show I couldn't help myself.

Sometimes I confuse myself with my own bipolar self...

But here, in her change room. I shouldn't be here, her hands are grabbing onto the edge of the makeup desk behind her as she looks up at me, her pretty hazel eyes shining in the dim lighting of the room.

"Ivy told you to say that?" she asks, her voice small and quiet as her cheeks turn a beautiful pink. No she did not, she told me to tell her that she did amazing on the runway and she wishes she could fuck her. But I was not going to say that.

So I said what I thought.

I hum lightly as I nod, my lips still brushing against her cheek and I feel her thighs rub together from how my legs touch hers. My fingers purposely touch her skin the slightest bit, brushing up and down slowly.

I want to fucking pull this robe off and devour her, and that's what I'm going to do.

"What do you think? Do you agree with what Ivy said?" she asks, speaking up a bit and my hands grab the bottom hem of her pale pink robe.

Feeling the corner of my lip tilt up, "I think everyone in that room agreed" I reply, my hands lightly pulling the silk up showing more of those slender legs I can't keep my eyes off of.

Her breath hitches "you're not answering my question..." she trails off, and I lean back to meet her eyes. "What do you think?" she asks, becoming bolder by the second and I raise an eyebrow.

I should turn and leave, right fucking now.

"Do you like it, Sebastian?" she asks, her hand comes to rest on my chest over my blazer and she looks me in the eyes, her lip running over her bottom lip slightly and my jaw clenches.

"Seb" I state, why the fuck does she keep using my full name? I don't want her to use my full name, she says it like she doesn't fucking care about me when I know she does. I want her to use the nickname she used to.

"What?"

Her eyes widen a bit when my hands grip her thighs tightly. I secure my hands around her amazing thighs before lifting her up, her hands go to my shoulders with a small gasp as I place her on the makeup table. "Call me Seb" I mutter and my hands rest on her soft skin.

What am I fucking doing?

"I don't thi-" she cuts herself off with her own gasp when my hand lightly wraps around her neck, forcing her to look at me. The tattoos on my hands stand out against her clear skin, one hand stays resting on her upper thigh under the silk of her robe.

Shit, what is he doing?

I can feel heat everywhere in my body, how his hand rests on my thigh and his other around my neck. His hand around my neck pulls me closer until our lips are less than an inch apart...

"Now, what are you going to call me?" he asks, his hand sliding to the back of my neck and he fists a fistful of my hair pulling me closer when I don't answer him. I want to piss him off, I want him to touch me.

I want his rough hands all over me, I want him to destroy me. And this time, I won't let any of us get hurt.

"Sebastian" I speak, a smirk taunting my lips as he grips my hair tighter, forcing me to look up. A moan of pain leaves my lips as I feel his soft lips skim my neck.

My eyes fluttering shut as I rub my thighs together for any type of friction, his grip on my hair not letting me look at him as he talks again "don't make me make you say it"

I let out a breathe before saying something I know I will regret an hour later, "try, I dare you, Sebastian"

"Dios mío" he groans under his breath before I feel his lips come crashing down on my neck, he already knows my sweet spot so it doesn't surprise me when I feel him suck hard.

Shit

My hands slide up his shoulders to slide into his silky hair but before I could even get close to it his hands grab my wrists pinning them behind me, my eyebrows furrow when he doesn't let me touch him.

I go to speak but only a moan leaves my lips when his sloppy kisses move down my neck, showing me he's not thinking anymore. None of us are...

"I hate you, you piss me off-" he pauses to look at me, "-but you're always on my goddamn mind." he groans dipping his head to kiss slowly on my collar bones, a small whimper leaves me when I feel his teeth skim my skin with his sloppy kisses.

"Fuck you" I groan trying to get him to let go of my hands so I can touch him, why won't he let me touch him?

He scoffs, "your talking is making me change my mind" he murmurs and lets go of my hands, my hands grip the table when he tugs open my robe. "Then leave" I snap, fuck why would I say that? Please don't leave.

My brain is clouded, clouded by how my wetness is going to be dripping down my thighs if he doesn't touch me, how his lips make my whole body hot, how his hands and actions are rough with me.

"Can't you keep your mouth shut?" he asks, grabbing the back of my neck again, his eyes meeting mine as he fists my hair making me look at him, his blue eyes dark with lust as he leans in.

When he goes to kiss me I pull back, throwing my head back and slamming my eyes shut as his lips land on my neck. "No" I blurt. It's the only way we don't hurt each other again, fucking, doing other shit is different then kissing.

Kissing is what makes it all real.

And we both can afford this to be real, not after last time.

I look at him, his blue eyes cold like they were before and his jaw clenches. "If you want me to go, say it" he says, his voice raspy and lips swollen slightly from kissing my skin so roughly, his hand in my hair only tightens.

My hand goes to touch him but he grabs my wrist, again. "Tell me what you want,-" he pauses and leans in closer "-because I will do anything to get you out of my system" he rasps, a one time thing...

"Anything, just no...Kissing my lips" I whisper, my cheeks burning red when his blue eyes meet my darker ones. He hums as I push my robe off my shoulders letting it fall on the makeup table behind us.

His hand slowly slides up my thigh as he nods, I bite the inside of my cheek when his hand leaves my neck and they push open my thighs. "What about these ones?" he asks, palming my thighs and his thumb skimming my clit over the lace.

I suck in a sharp breath when I feel his finger skim my clit only the slightest bit, my eyes snap to his and his were already on mine. Por el amor de Dios, he is going to kill me.

[for the love of god]

"Can I?" my hands still gripped the end of the table on either side of me, his eyes angry when I told him he couldn't kiss me.

With an unsteady inhale I nod, his palms ran up my thighs as his thumbs dug into the skin of my inner thigh. He pulled me to the edge of the table and hooked his thumbs into my bottoms before pulling them down my legs.

I lifted my hips helping him a bit and before I knew it I was bare for him, I was basically naked while he stood fully dressed in front of me. I have the urge to rip off all his goddamn clothes.

"The fact that I want to fuck you when anyone looks at you pisses me off" he groaned on my skin as he kissed down my body. His hand sliding down from my neck and he pulls the strings of the corset top I had on.

Carelessly he tugs at the ends and simply pushes it down until my tits are in his fucking face, a embarrassing moan leaves my lips as his thumb presses down on my bare clit and I throw my head back in ecstasy when he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

His tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as he sucks hard, slowly rubbing his thumb up and down, his mouth sending a flame through my body like a wildfire.

I arch my back as my other breast aches with need and the same attention he's giving the other right now, just as I go to pull off his blazer he nips on my nipple causing me to let out a small yelp.

"Your hands stay there or I stop" he warns, the vibrations of his voice sending a wave of pleasure through my body and his thumb slowly applying pressure to my clit. It's embarrassing how fast I agree with a hum.

His mouth moves to my other breast and his finger runs down my slit slowly, the tip of his finger brushing my clit and at the same time he sucks hard on my nipple. A loud moan leaves my lips and suddenly I'm happy this place is soundproof.

I lean back on my hands and he only moves forward with me, his mouth is so hot and soft with me but his hand only pushes down harder on my throbbing clit leaving me whimpering.

I grab the edge of the desk so hard to keep myself from touching him, when his mouth leaves my skin I groan lightly arching my back following his mouth, I look at him and he gives me a smirk before his head dips.

"Spread your legs, Ximena" his demand was raspy and filled with hunger and pure lust, I couldn't help but comply and spread my legs even more for him.

He's so close to me I can feel his breath hitting my wet pussy, I know I'm dripping for him.

"So wet" he mumbles before I feel his lips kiss up my thigh, his hands slide up and down the sides of my thighs slowly as I try moving closer to him, I need his mouth on me right fucking now.

I shuddered and gripped the table tighter when I felt his hot tongue slide up my slit, so god damn slowly. He laps me from entrance to clit over and over again and he has me moaning, throwing my head back.

Sebastian grips my thighs tightly as he holds me in place, not letting me move a single inch, like he knew he was going to devour me.

"Estás mojadita, Abby" he groans, allowing the vibrations to travel through my body. His Spanish only making me wetter as his tongue teases my entrance

[you're so wet]

It takes everything in me not to tangle my hands into his hair when his tongue pushes inside me, moaning loudly as he grabs my thighs pulling me closer. His tongue pushing into me slowly, "Fuck" I groan tilting my head up.

I tried rocking my hips against him but he only held me down harder, keeping me in place and I cried out throwing my head back as his tongue pushed in and out of me.

A deep wave a pleasure filled me as I felt an orgasm building up, don't fucking blame me, I haven't been touched for almost three years. And Sebastian's mouth does wonders even all these years later.

One of the most dangerous men in the whole world, on his knees, eating me out like I'm the only meal he's had in years has me even more turned on.

"Put your thighs over my shoulders" he demands, I whimper when his mouth leaves my aching pussy right when I was about to cum. I lift my legs ignoring the ache and place them over his shoulders.

Lowering my head to look at him, I see him lick his lips before his head dips again without a second thought. His mouth working my wet pussy and his mouth sucking so fucking roughly on my clit makes me groan digging my nails into the table.

His teeth slowly sink into my swollen clit, my jaw clenches and my head falls back and I slam my eyes shut keeping myself from screaming out. God fucking damn.

His hand slides up my front slowly until he palms my breast, kneading it in his hands and I feel my stomach tighten like it was the only thing keeping me from cumming.

The second his lips suck on my clit, the second his fingers pinch my nipple I cry out screaming his name as I cum, and I cum so fucking hard for the first time in years it hurts.

"What do you call me, Abby?" he asks and I look at him, I said Sebastian, not Seb...

His head between my legs with annoyance burning in his eyes before a kiss lands on the inside of my thigh, I don't answer and that's when his tongue licks me from entrance to clit and back.

"What's my fucking name, Ximena?" he grits sucking on my clit and pulling it back slightly causing me to groan, he won't let me touch him so I won't call him what he wants me to.

"Sebastian," I answer, glaring down at him.

But I couldn't speak again when he plunged a finger into me, rough and fast he thrusted his middle finger into me and I can't help but moan cursing him for no warning.

But he has me whimpering when he pulls his finger out and pulls me off the desk, before I know it he's bending me over the desk and my breasts hit the counter top as his hand grabs the back of my neck pressing my face down.

"Spread your fucking legs" I feel his hand come down against my ass with a loud slap, I groan against the table and do as he said.

He pulls off my top and tosses it on the floor, I feel the tip of his finger right at my pussy and his lips against the curve of my ass.

"Name" he pushes before sinking his teeth into the skin of my ass while thrusting a finger into me at the same time. I haven't done anything in years and his one finger alone feels like he's going to make me cum minutes after a mind blowing orgasm.

"Please" I moan, his finger circles my already wet pussy and he tsks placing a soft kiss on where he fucking bit me. What's with people biting my ass? Akira wasn't even that rough.

I was going to stay true to my plans, I swear I was, but when his thumb brushed my clit and when two of his fingers slammed inside me I felt myself cumming even after the orgasm I had as I screamed his name, the name he wants me to call him. "Fuck, Seb" I scream, my palms flat on the table next to my head.

"Good fucking girl" I hear him praise when his fingers work me while I cum, he doesn't let my orgasm end and fingers me harder then he had been doing before.

His two fingers slamming in and out of me at a devil's pace, "Seb, please-fuck please" I cry out, feeling tears running down my cheeks when his thumb rubs my clit as my orgasm barely stops.

My whole body is shaking from him, "One more ángel" he hums, his puerto rican accent thick as his fingers don't even think of stopping. My eyes are shut and my body shaking from the last two orgasms, lord help me I don't think I can take another one...

But I can't have him stop, it feels so goddamn good.

"Eso es" he whispers when I clench tightly around his fingers, he only finger fucks me harder, allowing his fingers to slam against my g-spot over and over again.

[that's it]

His fingers knuckles deep into me causing me to tighten around them as they slowly massage my walls. "You like that?" he asks, taunting me and I whimper.

"Seb, please, amor" my eyes shut tighter as I rock myself against his fingers, I didn't even notice or care what I call him at this point.

[love]

It seems like me calling him Seb and amor together threw him over the edge, he got down on his knees and I felt his fingers being replaced by his tongue as his hand slapped my ass, hard.

Moaning loudly as I push myself closer to him, wanting-needing more.

"Shit, shit shit shit" I cry out, my body shakes as he makes me cum on his tongue again, the third orgasm in the same hour, he doesn't stop there. He keeps lapping his tongue through my wet lips until he's groaning out of breath.

"Such a good girl" he pants, his head resting against my god damn ass as his hands run up and down my thighs slowly as both of our uneven breathing is the only thing we can hear in the room.

"Abby" he calls after a minute or two of silence, I hum responding as my legs fucking ache.

And I guess here is where he leaves.

But what he says next surprises me, "Where are the tissues?" he asks, his hands softly caressing my thighs and my eyebrows furrow.

"Bathroom, on your left" I whisper, he didn't leave.

I feel him get up before his arms wrap around me, gasping when I feel him picking me up bridal style. My arms loop around his neck and he doesn't look at me as he gently places me on the couch, I watch as he slides off his blazer and puts it on top of me.

Our eyes meet once before he walks to the bathroom, still shocked as I pull his blazer around me carefully, the smell of his comforting cologne hits me as I hear the water running in the bathroom and I close my eyes as my body relaxes.

About a minute later he walks out of the bathroom and I keep my eyes closed, a wet towel starts at my inner thighs as he starts cleaning my up carefully. Both of us don't talk, there's a comforting silence in the room and his warm hand rests on my lower stomach under his blazer as he cleans me up.

His thumb rubbing small circles and caressing my skin and I sigh lightly, what the hell are we doing Seb?