Sebastian’s eyes flutter shut in reply, and he lets out a low drawn-out moan as his entire body shudders. The first hit of his fiery cum is startling, but then a pleasant warmth ensues. I cry out as I peak too, my body jerking and arching in joy as Sebastian’s cock unloads inside me like an out-of-control fire hydrant. His hot sulphurous breath mists my cheek as he whispers what a good girl I am, how amazing I am, how he never wants to stop fucking me. Then his whispers give way to something else. Something more piercing.
Half-dazed from my orgasm, which is still coursing through my body, I struggle to see around his broad shoulder. Kiki is standing in the doorway, staring right at us, a high-pitched squeal emitting from her wide-open mouth.
Sebastian mutters, ‘Shit!’ Then he clicks his fingers and disappears without warning (or withdrawing). He’s just gone. Hurriedly, I pull the sheet over my naked body.
‘Kiki!’ I yell. ‘For fuck’s sake!’
‘Jadey,’ Kiki gasps. ‘What ... Who on earth was that?’ She blinks at me through the semi-darkness.
I groan inwardly. There hasn’t been any discussion about bringing guys home, so I’m not sure of the flat policy. But surely, they’re somewhat liberal about that kind of thing?
‘A guy I know through work,’ I say, attempting to speak slowly and calmly. ‘He asked me on a date, and then we came back here. We were ... getting to know each other. Is that a problem?’
Kiki switches on the main light and looks around the room cautiously. ‘I know you were out on a date. Rach said. Of course I don’t have a problem with him coming back here for some nookie. But I heard grunts, and I thought I should check on you. And when I saw...’ She shakes her head and laughs a little, pressing the tips of her fingers against her eyes like she’s trying to unsee a disturbing sight. ‘I couldn’t help my reaction. Oh my god, he was like the Incredible Hulk! I mean, he wasn’t green, but he was massive—and such a hairy back! But if that’s what you’re into.’
I pull the sheet higher, squinting in the bright light. Sebastian’s warm cum is leaking from between my legs, and I surreptitiously mop at it while Kiki tentatively checks in the wardrobe. What is she talking about?
‘He doesn’t have a hairy back,’ I say, confused.And he’s not massive.He’s well built, but he’s not the Incredible Hulk massive. She’s obviously been drinking and watching a horror movie (a bad combination) and become confused on her way to the bathroom ... Itwaspretty dark in here until a moment ago.
But Kiki faces me squarely, hands on her hips. She nods emphatically. ‘He does! I know what I saw! And where did he go?’
‘Um ... out the window?’ It’s plausible. It’s a ground-floor flat, and my window is partially open to the back garden.
Kiki runs to the window and peers out worriedly, as if she’s expecting to see some creature frolicking out there on the lawn between the deckchairs. ‘He was ... horrible,’ she mutters. ‘But he’s gone now.’ She slams the window firmly shut with a shudder. ‘I don’t think you should see him again. You can do much better.’
‘But the sex was sooooo good,’ I want to moan. And he’s so gorgeous and lovely. I want to see him forever and ever. Yet it’s no good. My special sexy time with Sebastian has been picked over like a kipper, and the moment is ruined. No lying in post-orgasmic bliss for me.
I wrap the sheet around me in a huff and sweep past Kiki to the bathroom to take a shower. Maybe Sebastian will show up in there if he deems the coast is clear? But I’m not hopeful. Something tells me that he’s been scared off well and truly by Kiki screaming. I’ll be lucky if I see him again before the end of my week’s taster program. Fuck my ’80s life!
20
JADE
AsIexpected,Sebastianwas a no-show in the shower. Kiki catching us in the buff like that has probably made him think twice about giving me HR support. But what he did give me last night was damn hot, and I float off to work the next morning after a lovely dream, though it wasn’t sexual in the slightest. Sebastian and I were cosied up together on the couch in my flat—my present timeline flat—watchingThe Breakfast Clubon Netflix. Jane Fonda delivered a couple of pepperoni pizzas in her Jazzercise leotard and gave us a motherly spiel about using condoms. Weird.
Anyway, even the annoying people on the Tube with their bad city attitudes can’t shake my good mood this morning.
I know I shouldn’t be feeling like this about a man who’s a devil. Really, what future is there for us? Am I going to be his handmaid in hell? Hardly. But I can’t help it. I like him so much. And if any of what he was whispering in my ear when he was exploding inside of me was true, he’s thinking of hanging up his horns and shacking up with me. At least until I get old and die,which will most likely happen first since I assume he’s immortal. It’s something that we should probably discuss ...
Ash Delaney is skulking around my desk when I stroll up and dump my bag underneath. I swing into my chair, unable to keep the smile off my face. ‘Why are you so happy this morning?’ he asks suspiciously. ‘You’re usually a grumpy shite.’
‘No reason,’ I say, putting a fresh piece of paper in my typewriter and flexing my fingers. I’m so full of hopeful energy that I feel like I could dash off a thousand-word article in ten minutes.
Ash nods at a brown cardboard box perched on the edge of my desk. ‘That’s for you, by the way.’
‘Who sent it?’
He shrugs. ‘Dunno. I saw it when I came in just now. I was listening to it to see if it was ticking. Don’t wantPopTraxto be blown up.’
‘I doubt it’s aB-O-M-B,’ I scoff, being careful to spell out the word. Yet this era was known for its IRA terrorism. Perhaps he’s wise to be cautious. I pick up the box and shake it vigorously.
Ash takes a hurried step backwards. ‘Careful!’
‘It’s light,’ I say with a laugh. ‘And there’s definitely no ticking.’ Taking up a pair of scissors, I hack into the top of the box, and my hand touches something furry. I draw out a small light-brown bear with a goofy expression and a big red heart on its tummy. It’s soft and squishy.
‘What on earth is this?’ I mumble.
‘Aww, cute. Someone’s sent you a Care Bear,’ says Ash with a snicker. ‘You’ve got an admirer.’