Beautiful Losers - Part Eight

II wouldn't want you to think that, once suitably affirmed, I was a terminally passive lover. I did, however, feel it was wise to just see how the land was lying because of all the sensitivities flying around. When in doubt, revert to gender-role, that's my motto. Consequently, I did just lie there and watch Sebastian crawl up my body on his hands, dragging the rest of himself behind like a sun-basking lizard. I did want to jump him, but I restrained myself.

"Shirakins, you make me want to do such bad things to you," said Sebastian in a nasty little boy's voice.

"What kind of bad things?" He'd arrived at up at my face and was looking down at me.

He paused. "I don't even know what they're called," he whispered, sliding off me and flipping me over onto my stomach. Sebastian had a habit of treating other people's bodies like inanimate objects. I felt him straddle my back, and was waiting to have the breath squeezed out of me again, but it didn't happen.

Soft wisps of hair and the tip of a very hot tongue on drew invisible lines across my back. They made lazy curlicue patterns in my skin, while he slowly drew his fingertips down the sides of my body. It was a very pleasant sensation at first, until gradually I began to want to crawl out of my skin. The tongue became less delicate, sliding in long, wet corridors over the length and breadth of my back. He moved over erogenous zones I didn't even know I possessed.

"Oh, dear god... that's... that's... wow."

Two warm hands tucked themselves beneath my chest and covered my breasts, kneading them and making my back arch. When it did, he lowered his mouth onto the back of my neck and bit. My whole body went limp. It wasn't that I couldn't move, it simply felt very good if I didn't. Just then, I craved skin to skin contact so badly I thought something dire would happen if I didn't get it. The minute he stopped biting, I squirmed and propped myself up, sphinx-like, till I met his chest with my back, whimpering with relief.

He must've misinterpreted my behaviour, because he bit my neck again, harder this time, and pushed me back down onto to bed. "Don't move."

"Okay. I'll try not to," I mewed.

I could feel him make his way down the bed as I lay there hyperventilating. The anticipation of where he would touch me next built into a sort of silent hysteria. Little quivers raced over my muscles and I leaked juices beneath me onto the bed shamelessly. He just waited and waited. I could hear him breathing and I turned my cheek surreptitiously to see if I could catch sight of him, but he was too far down the bed and my shoulder was in the way. The tension in my body was overwhelming.

"Fuck, Sebastian.... Just touch me, please... Anywhere!" I begged.

"Where, Shira? You tell me where."

"Anywhere. God, just do it!" I cried, miserably.

"Anywhere?"

"Yes... anywhere..." It trickled out of me as a whine. "Please."

Anywhere turned out to be at the back of my right knee, just on the inside, with the flat of his tongue. He drew in up the back of my thigh, making my leg muscle tremble.

"Oh... fuck!"

"Was that the anywhere you wanted?" he asked, teasing. Hands pushed their way beneath my thighs and pulled them apart until they hit the insides of his knees.

"It'll do." But my legs wouldn't stop quivering. I could feel the long fingers slipping on the wet skin of my inner thighs. They squeezed and massaged.

"I think you must be in some discomfort, darling. You're making an awful mess of my bed sheets."

"Sorry," I whimpered

Sebastian planted his lips down on my right ass cheek and spoke to it. "Don't be sorry, Shira. I'm quite flattered, actually." I could feel his breath fan out like fire over the surface of my skin. Like messing around with a dragon.

"Did I tell you how good you smell? It makes me so hungry..." I felt him pull a hand out from under me.

Then he bit my ass. Really, really hard.

Not a little bite, not a nip. He had a huge chunk of my ass in his mouth. I couldn't get any breath at first and, when I finally did scream, he slid two fingers into me, which cut the scream dead. That was all it took and I was coming all over his hand - it was fucking apocalyptic. And just as I feared the muscles in my pelvis were going to tear themselves to shreds, he did something to top it. Releasing my poor butt cheek from his jaws, he slid his tongue between them and pressed it into my ass.

I cursed, I yelled, I sobbed, I clawed at anything within reach and still I didn't stop coming. My synapses were screaming just as loud as I was; my brain was going to melt and ooze out through my ears; I had to make him stop or I was going to die. Also, and something of a surprise to me, the whole experience gave me the most awful oral fixation. I craved his cock in my mouth so bad, I wanted to die.

"No-o," I sobbed, wrenching myself out from under him and turning around. Fuck this passive shit, I thought. He was sitting on his heels, looking a little shocked.

"Thank-you," I gasped breathlessly, sinking my mouth onto his cock.

God, you can't believe the relief. I skipped the tease, I simply had to have as much of his cock as would possibly fit in my mouth; the urge was carnivorous. I sucked. I was all suck and nothing else, and fuck he tasted good.

"Oh, Miss Shira... you are full of surprises," said Sebastian. He actually did sound surprised, just before he moaned. He leaned back and stroked my head, my face, my lips, as I ate him. The problem was, as he got more erect, and thicker, it became harder to suck him. Also, I could only get about three quarters of him into my mouth. I whined in frustration

"My god, girl... Mmm... Shira... fuck, that's good."

I could tell it was, because he started to move his hips. This was very nice, in principle - it felt wickedly erotic - until he nudged the back of my throat and I gagged.

"Oh, dear," he said softly and stopped moving. Very gently, he eased me off his cock and kissed me. "What we have here is a great deal of spirit and a woeful lack of experience," he muttered, nuzzling his face against mine.

"But, I don't mind," I whimpered. Somehow I knew he was talking about the gagging, but I really didn't mind. I just wanted my lips around that cock again.

"But I do mind," he said, kissing my face, my ear, my neck. "It isn't nice to know someone is in distress down there, Shira. It's off-putting."

I pulled back from him, feeling suddenly, horribly insulted and - well - incompetent. I blushed bright red, all the arousal suddenly gone, and felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes.. "I'm sorry. Teach me, then."

"Shirakins," he giggled, pulling me over onto the bed with him and wrapping me in his arms. "Sweetheart, kitten, yummy little thing..." He was covering me with kisses, all over my face, talking to me as if I was a toddler. "It doesn't matter. Not at all. Not in the least."

His lack of usual biting sarcasm was making me feel worse. I blinked at him hard, trying not to cry. "I'm really sorry," I whispered and then started to choke up. "But if you don't teach me, how am I going to get any better at it?"

I don't know why I was so upset, I just was. I heard Jean make a little uncomfortable sound in his throat, from all the way across the room. In all the pleasure and misery, I'd completely forgotten he was there. My mortification grew exponentially.

"What a strange little thing," Sebastian whispered in my ear, pulling me up onto his lap and rocking me. "Look at me." He pulled my chin up so I really couldn't refuse. His face was dead serious and his gaze was steady. "I will teach you, okay? We'll teach you, won't we Jean?" he said a little louder.

I heard a sniff from across the room. "Yes..." we will, sweetheart. Promise," sobbed Jean. I couldn't believe it. That boy was such a softie; he was crying in empathy! Suddenly the whole situation seemed hilarious. I snuffled and giggled at the same time. Sebastian gave me a huge grin.

"See? We promise to teach you, only not just now." He pulled me into a kiss, like the one on the sofa in his workroom. Rolling me sideways, he attacked my lips and slid a hand down my back and over my ass, pulling my leg over his. "Now... right at this moment... I absolutely, positively must fuck you."

I didn't say anything. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face in his neck, pressing my body against him. I didn't really know what to say. I just got very obsessed with the taste of his neck.

"Would that be alright with you?" His mouth was right next to my ear.

"Mm-huh" I whimpered, sucking and biting at his neck and along his jaw line. Now I didn't care so much about anything, just wanting to disappear into his body. It felt good, it smelled good, it tasted even better.

"Jean? Do you think you could find us a... well you know," Sebastian called out.

Back in sensory mode, I was making my way down his chest to his nipple, where I encountered a dilemma. How do you suck someone's nipple when it's got a metal bar through it? I just thought I'd wing it and covered the whole area with my mouth.

Sebastian gasped and pressed his chest to my mouth. I felt his hand cradle the back of my head and hold me there. "Harder," he moaned.

This had the wonderful dual effect of giving me back some confidence and re-igniting my lust. I did suck much harder, taking the whole thing between my teeth and biting.

"Here, I peeled it for you." It was Jean's voice, just above a whisper.

"Oh... thanks," gasped Sebastian. He slid an arm between us and wriggled back a bit to put the condom on.

Blind and sensing, I found his other nipple and closed my lips around it, pinching the first one with my fingers while I sucked and licked at the second. His body shuddered pleasingly. I felt him reach around behind me and guide his cock, sliding the head of it between the lips and nudging at my opening.

Sebastian wove fingers into my hair and pulled my head back to look at me. His other hand was covering my ass. It was the first time he'd ever entered me slowly, and he watched me the whole time. I think he saw the pain flash across my face as he eased the head in because he mouthed an apology just before the pleasure washed over his features.

"Don't worry," I said softly.

His lips parted, eyelids partly closing. Then he blinked and opened them lazily, revealing the deepest, darkest puddles of lust.

"Shirakins, you do feel absolutely wicked around my cock," he teased, pushing me onto him.

"Th-thank you." My cunt muscles were screaming and fluttering, but any moment I knew they would calm down and relax.

When he started to fuck me, it was in time to our breathing. He kept eye contact, letting me see how every inch of journey felt to him.

"I like you, I do. Did I tell you?" His words were stuttered in time with his thrusts. Slow and even.

"Yes." I reached for his nipple and twisted slightly. Oh, that's what the bar was for.

"I apologize - I really do," he murmured. He slipped his hand between our bodies, fingertips searching out my clit. It occurred to me that keeping his hand there couldn't be very comfortable for him, but the minute he found what he was looking for, I just didn't care.

"For what?" My concentration was going. He had never fucked me like this before - this gently. Touching me like this. And despite the size, it felt so good: unbearably good.

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

I shook my head and I whimpered. How was it that he could stay so completely sane in the middle of all this pleasure? It was so fucking evil. It was manipulative. He had an unfair advantage. How could he fuck me like this and keep up a conversation? Was this a guy thing? A Sebastian thing?

"You know what I like about fucking you?"

"No," I squeaked, shaking my head again, rocking against another thrust.

"You fuck..." he paused and sighed. "You fuck me like it's a secret. Like it's wrong."

I gasped, clutching onto his shoulder, the net of neurons firing, my muscles trembling.

"Like you hate yourself for liking it." He was panting now. Every roll of his hip was smooth, even, sliding the words into my head. His fingertip slid and squirmed around my clit. "It makes me hot, Shira. Knowing I can make you feel that way."

A burst of heat ripped through my pelvis. I flooded around him and twitched. The pleasure roared up like a bright flare of panic. "Oh, god... Sebastian. I'm..."

"Coming... yes..." He covered my mouth with his, breathing against my lips. I keened into his mouth when the spasms began. The strange, humming bliss burned everything else away. "Open your eyes," he hissed. "Open them."

I hadn't realized I'd closed them. Amidst the storm of sensation, I could hardly force them open. He was looking into me as he thrust up. For a moment, I couldn't actually tell whose orgasm was whose. His cock grew and twitched in me; I thought I heard some secret sound his body made as he ejaculated - my whole body shook in response. Still he wouldn't release my gaze. He was pouring something into me with his eyes: something enormous and tangled, dark and frighteningly intense.

"Shira, I..."

I closed my eyes. "Please, Sebastian," I panted, trying to catch my breath. "You've fucked with me enough. Just shut up."

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