Page 17 of The Chance
"I didn't like those guys drooling over you." He admitted. Hot lips feathered kisses down my throat. "I had a few words with the guy who grabbed your wrist." A deep primitive grunt escaped his throat when he looped my wrists and raised our arms to the ceiling. “I’m the one who gets to touch you tonight. Just me.” He crowded me against the wall. I sucked in sharply. The sensation of his controlling grip was a thrill, making every nerve ending feel like live wires. His mouth descended, lingering in front of mine. With a tantalising swipe, the tip of his tongue dipped into opening of my lips, baiting me with the idea of a kiss. He was bringing me to life with each slow lick. "You're the only thing I could see in the bar, like I was wearing fucking horse blinkers."
"You’re torturing me.” I whispered breathlessly. “Stop talking and fuck me.” Those magic hands of his floated down my arms and I lowered my own to his chest, freeing his torso from the clutches of his shirt.
His eyes dazzled in the dimly lit room, sucking me into a sex vortex. "Just sex," he growled with a flirtatious grin. “And the rest.”
I groaned when my jacket fell to the floor, and my zipper lowered slowly. He undressed me with caution and care, like he was savouring every second of our time together. The slow purposeful movements made my pulse thrum. Hard and fast. Relentless and rhythmical. I stood before him naked and backed into flocked wallpaper like a naughty painting wearing only stilettos. “Leave them on.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. That suitable act was so tender, and I loved it.
Seb took a step back while unfastening his belt buckle. His eyes dropped, trailing over my body with a sordid sweep. My arms fell, hanging at my sides without his shoulders to hold onto for support. A persistent swell pulsated between my thighs. I suddenly realised the throb hadn’t left me since the quick kiss in my parents kitchen. It was like an itch that needed to be scratched or a fire that needed smothered in foam… urgently.
The belt draped his thighs and his boxer briefs peeked out from the opening. His shirt lay wide and his delicious skin dipped perfectly with the right amount of muscles. Shirking the material off his broad shoulders, he dragged down his jeans and boxers at the same time.
WOW. Just WOWZER.
My delighted hum of surprise echoed my approval. I wasn’t quite sure if it would fit. I mean, I wanted it to, but it was thick and vertical. Long and glorious. Unlike anything I’d had the pleasure of greeting up to this point in my life.
My breath caught when he moved back to me. The tremble started in my core, barely noticeable to anyone but me. He was stunning and sexy, with a soft furrow in his brow as he closed the distance in a contemplative silence. "You're even better looking with your clothes off." He placed a hand at the side of my face and brushed his thumb over my cheek with a gentleness I hadn't expected. My heart rate elevated, pounding so hard that I felt delirious. I needed him to kiss me properly before I lost control. I was desperate, eager and totally at his mercy.
I lightly traced his chest muscles with the tips of my fingers, enamored by his physique. There was something about his low snarl of satisfaction that made my heart miss a beat, and when the silken skin beneath my nails prickled, it excited me more than I ever thought possible. Titillated by his warm breath landing on my cheek, I closed my eyes and waited. In high heels, I still had to tilt my head back so he could kiss me and when he did, I moaned into his mouth with relief.
The masterful movement of his wet lips was a surprise, with a soft nibble that made my pulse skip. It was tender and seductive like he was coming for my heart. I was overcome with its intensity, anticipating the feeling of him inside me.
With a nudge of my hips, I gave him the green light to take me. Our kiss deepened on my request. Passionate and turbulent. His hands dove into the hair at my nape, securing my head in place so he could bruise my lips with a savageness I craved. My nails scraped and bit into his back, welcoming his hunger and returning it with my own.
Our lips ripped apart, and he looked down with a captivating smile. Linking his large hand with mine, he jolted me into his body and heaved me up, so my legs wrapped around his pelvis. With powerful strides, he carried me to the bed and let me fall backward onto the mattress. In a beat he arced over me. Kisses scorched across my collarbone and his perfect white teeth played with my hard nipples.
I was on fire. Losing myself in the feel of him, surrendering to his control.
Seb’s sinful tongue quickly located the exact spot between my legs that I burned to have him touch.
“What are you thinking about now?” He stared at me from his perfect position.
Lifting to elbows, I watched him work between my thighs. “Definitely not cows.” He slipped a finger inside me. “Not cows…” I hissed out the words.
Seb flattened his tongue and with a long deliberate drag, he licked upwards until his hot gaze locked with mine. My head fell back and I actually felt my insides clench around his finger. “You like that, huh?” His voice was thick and gruff. I hummed, at a loss for words. “How about this?” Removing his finger, he slipped it in his mouth and sucked. Then he coated two fingers in saliva and gently dipped them inside me. My back arched. The steady pulsating combined with light sucking made my insides blaze.
The pressure began to build when he rubbed my clit in sync with gentle massages that precisely located the spot inside of me that made me quake. I shattered around him. My thighs spread, my hands gripping the sheet and my breathing quick and hard.
I felt him move. Peeking out under heavy lids, I found his blue gaze, dark and urgent as he crawled up my body. With moist fingers at either side of my chin, he forced my mouth to his in a needy kiss.
“I want you so much.” He mumbled into my mouth.
His lips move everywhere, owning every part of me. I’m dizzy and fuzzy, drunk on emotion and lost in the crazy feeling of togetherness. It feels like more than one night stand. I didn’t dwell on the quick flash of possibilities. I just watched with anticipation when he reared up to cover his length in a condom.
When the thin barrier rolled down him fully, he gripped the base and angled the tip of his dick to my entrance. The weight of his erection pressed against the opening. I squirmed impatiently, having never wanted a man as much as I wanted Sebastian Cooper right that second. Without breaking eye contact, he pushed in deep. Not too quickly, but with just enough effort to stretch me wide with a satisfying completeness. It was a delicious and dirty pleasure that would be worth the certain heartbreak to follow.
The inky circles in his eyes virtually engulfed the blue with each thrust. I let Sebastian Cooper bury himself in my soul and I surrendered to the awe of him, to the feeling of making slow sweet love. That’s exactly how it felt, even if it wasn’t real. We moved together, my hands roaming adoringly and his steady pace unhurried.
When I screamed his name, the entire hotel knew how amazing he was. I couldn't tell if it was the sound of my ragged breathing, or the fact my nails trailed down his spine - I'll never truly know what made him lose it, but the wildness of his ruts brought the world down around us.
He didn’t make me any promises, but he delivered his all to me, and I to him.
Sebastian slumped down onto the mattress and slung an arm over his face. "Fuck, Lexi. That was intense."
It was. In fact, it was so damn full on that I had zero words in my head other than, 'holy fuckity fuck’. Nothing felt as amazing as his smooth musky skin on mine. A bittersweet realisation of our fate crushed me inside - I knew this was temporary.
Rolling to his side, Seb lifted his torso and rested his cheek on his knuckles. "Did I hurt you?"
"No. It was pretty darn hot, if you must know." I puffed a strand of hair away from my face, wondering if my mascara was half way down my cheeks.
