Red Hot! (Sebastian Vettel)

12. The Reunion

Seb's cock was already hard. Libby could feel it digging into her belly as he grabbed hold of her wrists and pinned them to the wall on either side of her head.

She kissed him back hungrily, her tongue matching his stroke for stroke. She could feel a fierce throbbing in her pussy. She needed him inside her as soon as possible. She moaned against his mouth as he rolled his hips against her one more time.

Gasping, Seb pulled his mouth away from hers. He was fuelled with desire. He had to have her. Releasing her wrists his hands went to her hoodie, sliding it off of her shoulders, then he grabbed hold of the bottom of her cami and yanked it up over her head.

"You have no idea how much I want you," he snarled. 

"If it's anywhere near as much as I want you then I've got a good fucking idea."

Libby grabbed hold of the the bottom of his T-shirt and helped him to dispose of it.  She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the roughness of his chest hair on her palms. 

"Do you want to know what I thought of Sunday night when I got myself off?"

Libby groaned.  The thought of him indulging in some self love was sending her even closer to the edge.  " I thought of you on your knees for me.  You were deep throating my cock.  I imagined your lips closed around the base of it."

Libby's hands went to his waistband, tugging his shorts down desperately. His boxers followed suite, his cock springing free. Her hand wrapped around it and she began to pump him up and down.

He let out a loud groan. "I can't wait. I have to have you now Libby."

"Patience lover," she purred, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his collarbone. Her tongue snaked out tasting the saltiness of his skin.  She was as desperate as he was but she wanted to make him beg.

"I am not..." He groaned aloud again. "A patient man."

"Tough."

Seb grabbed hold of her waistband and tugged her joggers down.   She stepped out of them and Seb pinned her back against the wall, her hands back on either side of her head.  

"You witch.  You need teaching a lesson." She laughed, and Seb thought she had the sexiest laugh he had ever heard.

"You won't be finding it funny when I've got you flat on you back on that bed and I'm licking you to within an inch of your orgasm before stopping."

"You wouldn't!" she gasped.

"Try me!" He lowered his mouth to her neck, gently sucking on her skin. He began rolling his hips again, grinding his hard cock into her belly. "Feel what you do to me!"

Libby began to breath heavy. She was so horny for him. To hell with it, there'd  be plenty of other times for foreplay.

"Ok, I cede. Take me," she said. Seb grinned to himself. He knew she'd cave in.

"I thought you might see it my way. Don't you worry beautiful, I will make it up to you next time."

He released her wrists again and took a step backwards, stepping out of his shorts and boxers that had gathered up around his ankles.   He bent down and picked up his shorts.  He slipped his hand into the pocket and pulled out the condom he'd rushed to his room to get before returning to knock on Libby's door. 

He tore the packet open and quickly sheathed himself.  "I'm going to fuck you now.  I'm going to take you up against this wall."

Libby moaned.  There was something so erotic about this whole situation.   The way he'd barged in, how he was so desperate to have her, how desperate she was to be fucked by him even  though she was fucking exhausted.