Page 74 of Taken Off Camera
The title draws a growl from him, and his fingers withdraw, leaving me empty and aching. The losspulls a sound of protest from my throat, quickly silenced by the mechanical whir of the chair rising as Sebastian adjusts the height, raising me into position.
I twist to look over my shoulder, and the sight steals my breath. Sebastian stands behind me, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal a chest marked with scars that match those on his face. His hands move to his belt, unfastening it with hurried fingers. The sound of his zipper lowering fills the room, metal teeth parting link by link.
My mouth goes dry as he frees himself, thick and hard, the head already glistening with pre-cum. He strokes himself once, twice, his eyes locked on mine, as he coats himself with my slick.
“Are you sure?” he asks, straining with the effort to hold himself back.
In answer, I grip the armrest and arch my spine, presenting myself to him in the most primal way possible.
Sebastian grips the back of the chair, his knuckles white with tension as he positions himself behind me. His free hand laces through mine on the chair’s arm, our fingers interlocking in a gesture more intimate than the position of our bodies.
The leather creaks beneath us as he shifts forward, the blunt head of his cock nudging my entrance. Hisbreath fans hot across my nape, stirring the fine hairs and sending shivers down my spine.
“Ready?” he whispers, the word ghosting across my skin.
I squeeze his fingers in answer, pushing back to encourage him. Sebastian enters me, one careful inch at a time that has my breath catching in my throat. The stretch burns in the most delicious way, my body yielding to accommodate his size. When he finally bottoms out, his hips flush against my ass, we both moan in relief.
“Fuck, baby,” Sebastian breathes, his forehead coming to rest between my shoulder blades. “You take me so well.”
The fullness borders on too much, my inner walls clenching around him as my body adjusts. Every small shift sends sparks of sensation radiating outward from where we’re joined. I roll my hips experimentally, and Sebastian’s grip on my hand tightens to the point of pain.
“Don’t move yet,” he pleads, his body tense. “Give me a second.”
I force myself to be still, understanding his struggle for control. He moves inside me, hot and thick, so unlike any of my toys that my toes curl. Thescent of our mingled arousal fills the small space, our interwoven pheromones fuzzing out my thoughts.
After several deep breaths, Sebastian straightens behind me. His free hand slides up my spine, leaving trails of heat in its wake before coming to rest on my shoulder. So slowly it might be torture, he withdraws until only the head remains inside me, then pushes back in with a control that speaks of an iron will.
“Oh,” I gasp, the slow drag within my sensitive channel sending waves of pleasure washing over me. “Yes, like that.”
Sebastian establishes a gentle rhythm, each thrust measured and deep. The chair rolls slightly with our movements, the wheels locked, but still giving enough to add a rocking sensation that intensifies the friction.
“You’re so perfect.” Sebastian peppers kisses across my shoulders. “So beautiful like this.”
His hand releases mine to wrap around my neglected dick. The touch pulls a broken sound from my throat, my body caught between the dual sensations of him filling me from behind and stroking me from the front. His thumb swipes over the head, spreading the wetness gathered there, and my hips buck.
“That’s it,” he encourages, timing his strokes to match his thrusts. “Let me feel you.”
The chair’s position places me at the perfect height for Sebastian to drive into me at an angle that hits my sweet spot with every thrust. Each time he connects, stars burst behind my eyelids, pleasure coiling tighter at the base of my spine. My fingers grip the armrests for support as my body rocks with his movements.
Sebastian’s pace increases, his breath coming faster. His lips find the Mark on my nape, teeth scraping the still-sensitive skin. The contact sends a jolt straight to my core, my inner muscles clenching around him hard enough to pull a groan from his chest.
“The Mark,” I gasp, my head falling forward to give him better access. “Do it again.”
He obeys, his mouth closing over the circular scar. When he sucks on the sensitive flesh, my vision blurs at the edges, pleasure coursing through me.
“Mine,” Sebastian whispers over the Mark, the claim vibrating through my body. “My Omega.”
“Yours,” I agree, the admission pulling me closer to the edge. “And you’re mine, my Alpha.”
His hand moves faster on my dick, twisting on the upstroke and making my thighs tremble. Insideme, each thrust hits with unerring accuracy. The leather chair creaks beneath us, the sound mingling with our labored breathing and the wet slap of our bodies moving together.
“Sebastian,” I warn, heat pooling in my belly, pressure building to the point of no return. “I’m going to come.”
“Yes,” he hisses, teeth scraping over the Mark again. “Come for me, baby.”
His thumb circles the head of my cock, and that final touch sends me hurtling over the edge. My release hits with blinding force, painting white stripes across Sebastian’s hand and the leather chair. My body clenches around him, inner walls pulsing with the force of my climax.
The sensation proves too much for Sebastian’s control. His hips stutter, his rhythm faltering as he drives into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt. His cock pulses inside me, filling me with his seed, his forehead pressed between my shoulder blades as he groans my name.
