Page 73 of Taken Off Camera
“Lift,” he instructs, and I rise on my knees to allow him to tug my jeans down my thighs.
My black boxer-briefs do little to hide my arousal, and Sebastian’s heated gaze travels over my body. His hands follow, skimming up the backs of my thighs to cup my ass and squeezing.
“So perfect.” He leans forward to kiss my sternum, right over my pounding heart. “I missed you so much.”
The confession crumbles the anger and hurt of aweek of absence, my body melting under the weight of his touch, his scent surrounding me, his body warm and solid beneath mine. I pull his face up for another kiss, this one deeper, hungrier, teeth nipping at his bottom lip.
“Stand up,” Sebastian urges. “Let me take these off you.”
I rise on unsteady legs, wobbling as my jeans tangle around my knees. Sebastian steadies me with firm hands on my hips, then sinks to his knees before me. He tugs my jeans down to my ankles, helping me take off my shoes before balancing me as I step out of them one foot at a time. His fingers hook into the waistband of my boxer-briefs, pausing as his eyes lift to mine.
“Yes,” I answer his unspoken question, threading my fingers through his hair. “Please.”
He slides the fabric down, revealing me inch by inch. The air kisses my heated skin as I spring free, hard and already leaking at the tip. Sebastian’s eyes darken further, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, and a fresh rush of heat pools in my belly.
Instead of touching me, he rises to his feet, lifting me in one smooth motion that steals my breath. His strength catches me off guard as he handles my weight with ease, turning us toward his chair.
“What are you?—”
“Trust me,” he murmurs, setting me to kneel in his leather chair, my back to him. The seat, still warm from his body, cradles me as he nudges my thighs apart with his hands. “Hold on to the backrest.”
I grip the leather, my heartbeat thundering in my ears as Sebastian drops to his knees behind me. His hands slide up my inner thighs, spreading me wider, and a thrill goes up my spine at the way the position leaves me open for his view.
“Sebastian, what—” My question dissolves into a gasp as his breath ghosts over my entrance.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, his words warming my sensitive skin. “Let me show you how much I want to be yours.”
His tongue traces a path up my inner thigh, leaving a trail of dampness that cools in the air-conditioned room. My fingers dig into the leather backrest, nails denting the butter-soft material as anticipation builds. When he licks across my entrance, my back arches, a broken sound escaping my throat.
“God, yes,” I breathe, pushing back into his eager mouth.
Sebastian hums his approval, the vibration sending new waves of pleasure through me. His handsgrip my ass, spreading me further as his tongue circles my hole, teasing at the sensitive ring of muscle. Each pass of his tongue sends electricity coursing through my body, my untouched dick twitching with need.
Just when I think I can’t take any more teasing, he pushes his tongue inside, breaching me with slick heat that pulls a cry from my lips. My thighs shake as he works me open, alternating between deep thrusts of his tongue and broad licks that leave me gasping for air.
“Please,” I beg, rolling my hips. “More. I need more.”
A finger replaces his tongue, circling my entrance before pushing inside. The stretch burns after days without penetration, but the discomfort fades quickly under Sebastian’s careful attention. Never in my life have I felt anything like it. There are some things I just can’t experiment with alone.
“You’re so tight,” he murmurs, his finger pumping in and out. “So perfect for me.”
A second finger joins the first and scissors inside me, stretching me wider. My body responds, slick gathering as my Omega biology prepares for my Alpha. Sebastian’s pheromones pump into the air, clouding my mind.
“Sebastian,” I gasp as his fingers curl upward,finding the spot inside me that sends stars exploding behind my eyelids. “Yes, right there.”
He obeys, focusing his attention on that bundle of nerves until I writhe in the chair, sweat beading across my forehead. A third finger pushes into me, the stretch now a delicious burn as I rock back to meet each thrust. His tongue returns, licking around his fingers, and the dual sensation is almost too much to bear.
“Please,” I beg. “I need you inside me. I need your cock.”
Sebastian’s fingers slow, but don’t withdraw. “Not yet. Need to make sure you’re ready.”
“I am ready,” I insist in frustration. “Been ready for days.”
His chuckle vibrates against my entrance. “Patience, baby.”
His fingers twist inside me, then scissor, and a fresh wave of slick trickles down my thighs. The scent of my arousal thickens in the air, and behind me, Sebastian drags in a deep breath, a rumble building in his chest.
“Alpha,” I whimper, the word falling from my lips unbidden. “Please. Need you.”
