But does this mean something? Is this just another random hookup and he’ll disappear for another two weeks? Does he want this to be more, or is he looking for a bed buddy? Am I ready to be a bed buddy? Do I have what it takes to fuck without emotion? Because I did feel something more than an orgasm last time. He’s all I’ve thought about since. If he does simply want a bed buddy, will I do it? Are the orgasms worth it? Should I turn around right now and tell him to just go home? Or throw some blankets on the couch and lock my bedroom door?
“Something is wrong,” he says softly as we climb the stairs to the top of the four-story building. “You’re too quiet.”
“I’m just trying to figure out why I’ve invited a stranger to spend the night in my house,” I confess, because why the hell not. “And what we’re doing.”
I steal a glance at him. He’s smiling playfully as he says cheekily, “Stranger, huh? Don’t worry, I’m not a serial killer and I’ll only tie you up if you ask me to.”
Okay, so he didn’t exactly answer me, but damn, now I’m thinking about being tied up by him. That might be hot…
We hit the fourth-floor landing and walk down the hall to my front door. I open it and hold it for him to enter. He walks in and waits in the hall, kicking off his shoes, as I lock the door behind us and walk into the living room. I flip on a tall floor lamp in the corner. The room illuminates, and Sebastian blinks and shoves his hands in his pockets, glancing around.
“Nice place,” he admits sheepishly.
“Thanks.” I give him a quick smile and as we stand there staring at each other, I decide to turn on the snark before it gets awkward. “So do you want to sleep on the couch? It’s a pull-out and it’s got a new mattress.”
He tilts his head just a little and cocks an eyebrow as if to say are you kidding me? “No. I don’t want to sleep on the couch.”
“The floor? I have a camping mattress I can dig out of storage.” I bite my lip to keep from smiling.
“No.”
“Do you hang by your toes from the ceiling like a bat?”
He lets out a whoosh of air, a smile playing on those lips I am lusting after. “I sleep in beds. Only beds. Do you have a spare bedroom?”
I shake my head. He steps forward and grabs my hand and shrugs. “Then it looks like we’re sharing.”
He’s pulling me toward my bedroom. Roy, my cat, stares at us with judgment as we pass him where he’s sprawled on the back of the couch. I give him a glare right back. Maybe if I hadn’t gotten him fixed, he wouldn’t be so judgey.
Once in the bedroom, Sebastian flips on the lamp on my night table and promptly pulls his shirt over his head. I openly gape at him. His chest is beautiful. That soft, sexy smattering of chest hair and smooth skin spread tight over his rippled stomach and wide, muscled shoulders and back. Flawless except for a scar on his right shoulder. He must have had surgery for an injury. Even though he was shirtless in the river earlier, I couldn’t see him clearly. And in the laundry room when we were half clothed everything happened so quickly it was a blur. Tonight I intend to blatantly drink in every ounce of him so I can remember it in case it doesn’t happen again.
“What?” he asks innocently as I try to avoid drooling. “I don’t sleep in a shirt.”
He playfully tosses it at me. It hits me in the chest and I catch it. An idea comes to life in my evil little head. I yank down my dress and let it pool at my feet. I’ve still got my bathing suit on but it doesn’t stop him from raking his eyes very slowly and heavily over my body. I pretend not to notice, but I feel a tingle that sweeps my body with the path of his cobalt blue eyes. I pull his shirt over my head and slip my arms through the sleeves.
“I do sleep in a shirt,” I say and smile triumphantly.
He’s amused. I can tell by his smirk, but he cocks an eyebrow. “And a bathing suit?”
I reach under the shirt, twist my hands behind my back and undo my bandeau top. It falls to the floor. Then, carefully, making sure the shirt covers all the parts facing him, I wiggle out of the bottoms. He’s watching me intently and undoing his shorts at the same time. I gaze at him a moment longer than I should, drinking in how fantastically sculpted his upper body is and that sexy inverted triangle of muscles that leads below his navel and around his hips. My mouth actually waters.
He drops his shorts and doesn’t even begin to hide the bulge I can clearly see in his black boxer briefs. I act like I don’t see it—I should win a fucking Academy Award—and then I turn to my dresser and pull out a pair of my undies to slip on. I pick a pretty pale pink lace pair that are for going out, not sleeping. But in this case, I will make an exception.
I turn back to him, placing my butt against the dresser so when I bend to slip the panties on he doesn’t get an eyeful. But when I glance up, it’s me who gets an eyeful. Sebastian is now completely naked. My mouth hangs open and I stand up, panties hanging, forgotten, from my hand.
“I sleep naked.” He shrugs, smiling, completely immodest.
“Frenchie…” I whisper his nickname so softly I don’t know if he hears it. I swallow and say in a louder, steadier voice, “You’re not going to be sleeping tonight.”
And there it is. I chose instant gratification—and the consequences be damned. I drop my panties on the ground and start toward him, climbing on top of my platform bed on my knees. He does the same and meets me in the middle of the mattress. His hands reach for the bottom of his shirt I’m wearing and slowly, gently, he pulls it up over my head.
“Then you won’t be needing this,” he whispers before dipping his head, cupping my jaw and connecting our lips.
Suddenly it’s like we’re in a race and someone shot the starting gun. We attack each other. My hands fly up into that glorious hair—it’s as soft and thick as I remember. Sebastian’s arms wrap around my back, and he grabs two big fistfuls of my bare ass. Our tongues are battling too, our lips fused together.
Our bodies are pressed flat against each other from the knees up and Sebastian’s hard cock is pressing firmly into my abdomen; I fight the urge to whimper. I take one hand from his hair, move it between us, and wrap my fingers around his cock. His body tightens and relaxes in a nanosecond, as he pushes his hips into me, moving his erection in my grip.
“Shay…I want you so fucking bad.” There’s no snark or attitude, just lust deepening his voice. “Last time blew my fucking mind. I get hard every time I think about it. And I think about it a lot. You do too. Admit it.”
I make a noise. It’s supposed to be a yes, but it’s more of a moan because his hands have left my ass and are cupping my breasts. His strong fingers are tugging and rolling my nipples and it’s creating ripples of pleasure that are rolling down my spine and pooling between my legs. I work my hand around his cock. It’s just as long and thick as I remember. And I can’t wait to feel overwhelmed and almost split in half like I did in the laundry room. My pressure is firm but gentle, and I rub my thumb over his leaking tip on every pass, which causes him to push into me harder each time. One of his hands moves up to the base of my neck and the other one moves south, over my pubic bone and down. His index finger travels right down the middle of the cleft between my legs.
He smiles into the kiss. “You missed me too.”
“Maybe.” I nip his collarbone.
He moves his hand from the wetness he discovered and wraps it around my back, pressing me right up against him and forcing my hand to abandon its work. With a quickness I don’t anticipate and his strength, which I always underestimate, he flips me down onto the mattress. I’m midsqueal when his tongue takes up residence in my mouth again.
He’s got one thigh between my legs, his hands pressed into the bed on either side of my head. I wrap my hands back into that gorgeous fucking hair of his as he uses his arms to drag his body upward, his muscular thigh grinding against my sex on its way up.
I will not groan. Not first. No way.
My hands slip down his back, nails grazing lightly over his flesh, until they reach his ass
and then I grab on—hard. His mouth covers mine again and I pull him upward, causing his thigh to rub my aching pussy once again. He smiles into the kiss so I bite his bottom lip.
“Admit it…you want a repeat of that night as badly as I do,” he says and dips his head, using his tongue to make a trail up my neck and toward my ear.
“Please say you have one of those Magnums you bragged about.”
He lifts his head and then his body again. That rock-hard, beautiful thigh makes glorious contact against my clit again and this time I buck my hips to keep the friction going as long and hard as I can. I move my hand back down to his cock and wrap my fingers around it again. This time I use my other hand to cup his balls, and when I pump his dick I squeeze “the boys.” His sky blue eyes actually roll back in his head. I grin triumphantly and do it again. And again.
Chapter 12
Sebastian
I will not be the first to moan. No fucking way. She is the type of girl who will never let me live it down.
I push up on my arms and away from her. She lets go of my cock and balls because she has to, but as soon as her fingers are gone I really want to moan—my discontent. I gaze down at her. She’s grinning and her face is flushed, and her eyes are like charcoal pools. Her dark hair is fanned out above her head in waves. She’s beautiful. I want to take it slow suddenly. I want to savor her and whisper confessions in her ear, like how much I thought about her on my road trip. But I know this isn’t the time. Tonight, her impatience and her grin and her attitude are telling me she wants to cut to the chase.
I lean over the side of the bed and dig in my wallet for the condom I had the good sense to bring. I tear the package open with my teeth and quickly roll the condom on. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on. Oh, right, in the laundry room at Elevate Fitness.
Before I can lie back down on top of her, she’s up on her knees in front of me again. Her delicate hand snakes its way around the back of my head and into my hair, and as she kisses me I grab her waist and yank her up into my lap. She’s up high on her knees, her face tilted down toward me as I sit back on my heels. She moves her knees so she’s straddling me. Holding tight to her narrow hips, I start to push her down on my cock.
My mouth falls open and my head tilts back a bit and a moan—loud, clear and wanting—rumbles out of me. I think she’s moaning too, but I don’t even fucking care anymore if I’m breaking first. She’s so fucking tight and warm and wet, and I want her to know how much I adore it.
When her butt reaches my lap and I’m fully sheathed in her perfect, sweet pussy I find my words. She’s breathing heavily, her pretty tits heaving in front of me. She opens her eyes and we stare at each other. Her expression changes. It’s not guarded or wary or wry like it usually is. She looks soft and vulnerable and even more gorgeous than ever before.
“You feel even better than I remember,” I confess, and I splay my hands across her naked back, pulling her to me in almost a hug. Her face curls toward my neck, and I feel her tongue trace a path up to my ear. She lifts her hips; I slide out of her just a little bit.
Before she can slide back down onto me I jerk my hips up—hard—and push up into her. She gasps. With my arms crossed around her back, I reach up and hold her shoulders as I move, pushing up and down, up and down. She may be on top, but I’m riding her instead of her riding me. And then there it is—a moan. Soft and low and filled with desire and need. Hearing her break feels as good as an overtime goal.
“Sebastian…” she gasps and holds tighter to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. It’s so soft and needy and oh my God, I’m going to come.
I pinch my eyes closed and stop. Freeze completely still and force images of my grandmother into my mind. Shayne either doesn’t know what I’m doing or knows exactly what I’m doing and wants me to fail because she keeps moving her hips.
Grandma! Grandma! Grandma!
I bite her shoulder. “No, you don’t.”
I flip her so she’s flat on her back, managing to keep my dick inside her. She’s smiling at me.
“Didn’t like that position, Frenchie?” she asks in mock innocence.
“Liked it too much,” I admit and reach for her leg. My hand cups the back of her toned calf and I haul her right leg up over my shoulder before dipping down to hover over her. “Mmm,” I say, appreciating her flexibility before giving her a little thrust. “Yoga is good for something.”
She giggles at that and wraps her free leg around the backs of my thighs. I thrust into her again. And again. I find a rhythm quickly. She likes it and I feel her back arch just the slightest. I drop down onto my elbows so my body is even closer to her. When I thrust this time, I roll my hips up, arching my own back a little to make sure my pubic bone rolls right over her clit.
Shay whimpers and her back curls this time, bringing her clit in closer contact on the next pass. She loved this position last time and nothing has changed. As my balls start to tingle and my stomach clenches, I realize I fucking love it too.
“Come, baby,” I beg softly.
“Ah!” She grabs my head and kisses me as she orgasms. With her pussy clenching hard around me and her soft velvety tongue in my mouth I come. Hard.
Chapter 13
Shayne
When I wake up, the sun is softly filtering in through my gauzy white curtains. I’m on my back. Sebastian is on his side, facing me, his left arm and leg draped over me. I feel both elated and panicked at the same time. Or actually in succession. I’m elated because, damn, last night was satisfying and fun, but also panicked because I have no idea what comes next.
I turn my head to look at him while he sleeps. His brown hair is curling and sticking up everywhere. His long, thick, dark golden brown lashes flutter ever so slightly with every deep breath and I swear to God he’s smiling just the slightest. I may never see this sight again so I drink it in and try to sear it into my memory. My hand gently grazes over his cheek, the stubble tickling my fingertips.
Here in the early morning quiet, without his smug smile or cocky stare taunting me, I can admit he is the most beautiful man I’ve ever known. It makes my heart clench and desire pool between my legs at the exact same time. As my fingers slip toward his pretty mouth, he kisses my fingertips, letting me know he’s awake.
“Morning,” I whisper.
“Good morning,” he emphasizes.
“Great night.”
“Hell yes.” He laughs and uses his arm draped over my stomach to pull me so I’m on my side facing him. His eyes finally open. They’re a little less pale and icy this morning, the gray circle around the outside darker than usual.
“You have to go to work soon, don’t you?” he asks.
“Not too soon,” I reply and move closer to him.
His hand slips down my back to my bare ass, and his lips graze mine. The graze turns into a light kiss, which turns into a deep kiss. He rolls onto his back, taking me with him so I’m lying on top of him. Instantly I feel his hard length pressed in between us. We keep kissing. Long, deep invasions of each other’s mouths. The heat of both our bodies increases and my core starts to ache. I want him this morning as much as I did last night.
“I suck,” he groans suddenly into the kiss. I pull back a little and look down at him. He looks guilty and almost shameful. “I only brought one condom.”
I blink. Is he fucking serious? “When have you ever just slept with someone once in one night?”
He looks a little shocked. “Lots of times, actually. You’re the exception, Shay, not the rule.”
My heart does a backflip. Sebastian runs a hand through my hair, tucking it behind me ear. “Do you have any?”
I shake my head. He looks devastated, and I take it as a supreme compliment. It makes me feel incredibly confident. I smile deviously at him.
“You do suck,” I agree and start to move down his body, under the duvet. “Lucky for you I suck too.”
“Shayyyyyyyyy.” He holds the y until my mouth on his ha
rd shaft strangles his voice.
I lick him from balls to tip and then cover the entire tip with my lips. I suck and pull off him and then do it again, moving a little lower, taking more of him into my mouth. And then a little lower again. With every tight, wet pull off of his beautiful dick, he groans. One of his hands finds my hair and the other pushes the duvet down so he can watch me work. I decide to stop teasing and the next time my lips cover him, I slide all the way down his shaft, enveloping him in the warm wet that is my mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” he hisses and pushes up into me.
I have to fight the urge to gag. He’s so damn big! “Sorry, baby,” he whispers sensing my slight discomfort.
I start to move in a rhythm, sucking hard and making sure my tongue swirls all around him and my hand around his base works him at the same pace and pressure. I’m proud at how quickly he goes off, like a bomb, in my mouth. I swallow every ounce and slowly pull my mouth away. I look up and his head is pushed back into the pillow. His cheeks are pink and he’s got one hand against his forehead as he struggles to find air. I grin and flop down beside him.
“Damn,” he whispers with a self-conscious chuckle. “You make me a quick shooter.”
“If you’d brought another condom, we could have worked on building up your stamina.”
“Next time I’ll bring two or three,” he says with a grin. “Boxes.”
I laugh. The fact that he said “next time” makes me want to do a victory lap around the bedroom. My alarm beeps from the night table.
“Ugh. Work.” I turn it off and pull myself out of bed, tugging the sheet so it comes with me.
“Need someone to scrub your back?” he asks, pushing himself up on his elbows and giving me an unobstructed view of his defined chest all the way down to his hips where the duvet is pooled around him.
“I would take you up on that, but I’m fairly certain it would lead to other activities that will make me late for work,” I tell him. “Trey will fire me.”
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