Sebastian Valmont rolled over towards the middle of the bed and something, or rather someone stops him from moving further. Like a flash he bolts out of bed to sneak away from his bed companion. Not even risking a half-second for a glance at the girl, he searched the floor for his clothes. Only then did he realize that he was in his own room.
He has no worries now since he never brings difficult girls home, that is it should not be hard to get rid of the girl with a minimum of a fuss. The last thing Sebastian wants is a needy, weepy girl. He already has to deal with a killer hangover and whatever else he had done last night.
Releasing the breath he head been holding, Sebastian flops back on the left side of the bed and reaches into the nightstand for cigarettes and a lighter. He sees that his box of condoms is half empty. Finally curious, he leans over the girl, and reaches a hand out to push away the dark, brown hair but ends up stopping at the last possible moment. How many has he wanted the girl next to him to be her, his Kathryn? If just this once he could give in and let his fantasy play out, he could die a happy man.
This was a rare occurrence, not a stranger in his bed- but having a brunette in his bed, in his bedroom. After all he purposely avoided brunettes and only went for blondes and sometimes redheads. He knew it annoyed Kathryn somewhat that he preferred girls with direct opposite looks and traits of hers. He would not exactly call it jealousy, but he imagined Kathryn felt rejected that he avoided people that resembled her at all costs. Sebastian remembers her reaction to his last blonde, one night stand:
"God, could she be any easier. Did you have to read a lot of Dr. Seuss poetry or did she just jump right into bed?"
"Dr. Seuss writes poetry? I thought he wrote kids books with rhymes and stuff," Sebastian said with fake confusion. He loved her twisted, snarky replies: He loved goading her. Actually, he loved these verbal battles more than sex, well almost.
"Sebastian, Sebastian, you know the girls you so-call-date are too young or too stupid or both to understand anything else but picture books."
"Hey! That's not true," Sebastian thinks a bit and then nods. "No you're right. God…no one's challenging enough. Now my life has no meaning," he said sarcastically.
"You know what you need?" She waited a couple seconds before continuing. "You need a girl who has brains enough to fuck you good and proper."
"Last time I checked all it takes is a woman willing to follow directions to satisfy me. Now, if you're offering…"
Kathryn walked from the foyer to the living room, knowing he was following her. She sat down on the Queen Anne sofa and patted the space next to her, and smirked. "I think you wanted something," she said while blinking her eyes innocently. Standing in front of her and leaning in he pretended to kiss her, but pulled back before his lips met hers. He smirked back at her and moved his hand up her thigh and short dress. She leaned back on her arms and spread her legs. "I think we can make an arrangement. You scratch my itch and I'll scratch yours. Now down on your knees, Sebastian," she purred. She let him finger her, then she got up quickly when he when she was done, and left quickly saying some lame excuse. He did not remember what; all he recalled was how mad he was.
Coming out of his reverie, he looked in the direction of the girl again and tried to decide what to do with her.
Sebastian ends up stroking the girl's hair. He leans in some more to sniff her hair. Closing his eyes he tries to imagine it is Kathryn naked in his bed. He thinks about the little noises she makes when she gets really excited. 'Well, what the hell!' Sebastian thought. She would probably laugh at him and say he was a pussy getting all excited from smelling shampoo. But he did not care. He was sick of being teased to death; he would show her that all he ever felt for her was lust. Hopefully when he was through with ravaging the girl he could find some way for Kathryn to find out about his break from his brunette abstinence.
He stretched out on his side and pressed himself up against her butt. She stirred in her sleep and snuggled closer putting her whole body flush against his. Sebastian groaned and took a couple deep breaths to calm himself. He wanted to make it last, take things slow. He planned on enjoying this as much as possible.
Wrapping his arms around her slim body, he just enjoyed being able to hold her. Then, one of his hands traveled slowly towards the warm heart of her sex. He sought out the little nub that would give her the most satisfaction. He teased lightly and slowly at first. And then as he felt her heart and breathing increase, he intensified his efforts. At the same time his other played with her breasts. He set all his efforts on bringing her to her peak.
The girl in his arms arched her back and wiggled her butt into his groin. He could tell the moment she awoke because she stiffened in his arms and stopped moving. He stilled his movements and held his breath. In his mind it wasn't just a fantasy anymore. It was Kathryn and she was going to scratch his eyes out and probably cry rape. He would not put it past her to ruin him, even though he was her stepbrother. She cleared her throat to speak, but Sebastian covered her mouth with his hand.
"Shh, shh...Shhhh."
He went back to his ministrations with his other hand, meanwhile watching for signs that she did not want this. Sebastian had never had to force anyone, and he didn't think it was fun that way anyway.
She took the hand over her mouth between her own two hands and placed it right over her left breast where her heart was beating a fast rhythm. Sighing deeply, she encouraged him to play with her breast.
Resting his chin on her shoulder and looking down at their hands, but avoiding her face, he watched and learned exactly how she liked to be touched. More than anything in the world, Sebastian wanted to please and satisfy this girl. It didn't matter if it was her or not. He felt that his happiness depended on this hour, this girl. He would do anything, anything to make her feel for him.
Later
After having made love to the brunette five times Sebastian felt he was really waking up, everything seemed clearer. Most of all he knew what he wanted.
He sits up and reaches for his discarded matches and cigarette. He turns and looks at the beautiful, naked back and dark brown hair of his angel. She is wonderful and perfect, too good for him. He lets out some expletives, sighs, and throws the matches and unlit cigarette onto the floor. He walks around her and the bed towards the bathroom.
A lightning fast hand grasps his wrist in a surprisingly hard grip.
"Where do you think you're going, loverboy? I'm not even close to being done with you," the beautiful Kathryn, lifted her face to look at him seductively.
Perhaps it was the hazy light or the heavy, languid feeling after being sexually satisfied that cause her to react so slowly. Or maybe it was the sudden fear and shock that she had made a grave mistake. Finally finding her voice, "Sebastian…um…what are you doing…in my…room." She looked around realizing where she was. She looked everywhere but at him. But then finally at their hands which seemed to have joined and now clung together like two children unknowingly racing towards a sharp drop in a ravine. She raised her eyes and looked at him standing above her. Sebastian moved cautiously towards her and she wrapped her arms around his waist forgetting about their state of undress.
"Sebastian…" she sighed absorbing the heat and masculine scent of him. After a while she released him and stood up. "I… I have to… I have a lot of things to do. I have to prepare for school; it's only 2 weeks away and I have a speech to write. I'll be very busy so…I have to go." She looked nervously at the door.
Sebastian felt a headache coming on. He was too distracted and stunned with what just happened to try to prevent her from leaving. He could not believe that it finally happened after three years of obsessing over her. He did not feel like he thought he would. His feelings were not satisfaction or smugness; he wanted to undo it, rewind to before he had found a girl in his bed. It had been fabulous, and yet it had not been. Everything is changed now. He waved his hand in response and said, "Go, then!" It came out more gruff and more short than her intended. He had always meant this moment to be special, the perfect moment to tell his angel that he would stop at nothing to make her his, only his. He stomped over to the bathroom, angry with himself for messing it up. He also felt an overshadowing guilt for betraying Annette, the girl he was not sure he loved anymore.