Little Black Book(44)

The strangest things happened in that very moment. First, I had absolutely no desire to run from her. If anything, I wanted to bathe in her expression and celebrate her feelings for me. And second, I almost asked her what her real name was. I wanted to know her, who she was, what she liked. But worst of all, I wanted to keep her.

Instead, I pulled back, like her words were a slap to the face. Her brows pinched in confusion. I stood, smoothing the wrinkles from my pants.

“Our time here is up.”

I wanted to say more—anything that would hurt her and change her opinion of me. I wasn’t ready to let her go yet. I’d only had a taste of what she had to offer sexually, and now there were these forbidden feelings bouncing around that I didn’t understand.

Instead of pushing and saying hurtful things, I turned and left her sitting on her bed with a confused expression.

I had some thinking to do. I needed to figure out what the hell was going on with me and I needed to fix it fast. Sebastian Black didn’t get pussy-whipped, especially before he had the pussy.

Fuck me. Was that even possible?





As soon as I got back to my office, I pulled my book out and flipped through the names. I knew exactly what I needed.

Wilma and Betty.

They were sure to take my mind off of the crazy bullshit currently taking over my life. I could already hear their moans and feel them wrapped around my hard cock.

I pulled out my phone and sent them a text, instructing them to meet in our usual room. As quickly as I stepped into my office, I stepped out.

The ride to the hotel was a blur. I drove on autopilot.

“Hello, Mr. Black,” the front desk clerk said, smiling as he held out my room card.

I nodded. I didn’t have time to chat with anyone. My cock was on a mission. I needed disconnected sex—no feelings, no bullshit.

When I stepped into the room, the girls had already started without me. Both were naked and making out on the bed. Peeling my jacket off, I undid my tie and stepped to the side of the bed. Wilma turned her attention to me, and began to unbutton my pants. She looked up at me with a seductive smile, pulling my pants and boxers down around my hips.

I was limp.

“What do we have here? This is unacceptable,” she cooed.

Wrapping an experienced hand around my cock, she began to work it. I closed my eyes and tried to just be in the moment, but all I saw was fiery hair and green eyes. I shook my head, trying to get the image out of my mind. No matter how many times I pushed her away, she kept coming back.

“Come on, Sebastian. Give us what we want,” Betty said, licking her lips as she leaned down and took Wilma’s nipple in her mouth.

Absolutely nothing was happening downstairs. My balls were tight and ached for release. I wanted to fuck so bad I couldn’t stand it, but I wasn’t able to get hard.

I smacked Wilma’s hand away and gripped myself. I began to stroke with a mission. I had a point to prove, and if that meant I had to pump my own dick until it chaffed I’d fucking do it.

Ten minutes later, even with an expert hand and a view of Wilma tongue-fucking Betty, there was nothing.

“I’m sorry girls. Today’s not the day.”

They continued as I dressed and left the room. I closed the door on Betty’s moans.

There was no denying it. Jessica was changing me somehow. It was new, and I hated it, but there was nothing I could do. I was officially fucked.

She needed to go.





Seventeen

Rosslyn





I stood and watched through the wall of windows as the day turned into night. After my visit with Sebastian, things felt wrong. It’d been days, and he still hadn’t contacted me. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend. I had no right to even think about him, unless he called.

I was already an emotional mess over Kyle leaving for a few weeks, but Sebastian Black was the most confusing man on earth. Every time I felt like I was seeing the real him, he would shut me out.

One thing was for sure, I really liked the real him—like really, really liked him. I’d never felt that way about anyone, and definitely not anyone who was like Sebastian. I wasn’t sure how to respond to my feelings. I wasn’t sure how to respond to anything involving him.

The one thing I did know, I didn’t want to go another week without seeing him. Something told me he was on the verge of getting rid of me, and I wasn’t sure I wanted that anymore. Not because of the money, but because I wanted him.

I spent day after day putting in applications and looking for places that were hiring. If Sebastian was done with me, I needed a back-up plan. I’d walk and fill out applications until my feet and fingers burned, and then I’d go back to the condo and soak until I was tired.

When I felt lonely, I’d touched myself and imagine it was him. I’d given myself orgasm after orgasm thinking about him, and I was done doing myself. I wanted Sebastian—around me, in me… in all ways possible.