Lucky he’d followed his impulse to go to the bathroom and watch. Anticipation simmered through him, part of him impatient for the weeks to come. Still, he had this weekend and nothing but free time to explore all sorts of things with Jen.
Good times.
Chapter Seven
Wayne left after kissing them both. Jen didn’t feel dirty or sluttish or even selfish for taking two men off the market. Instead she felt lucky. Happy.
She cuddled into Sebastian’s side and waved as Wayne drove off.
“What would you like to do? Fancy a couple of drinks at The Thirsty Cricket? I saw Liam earlier today, and he said they were heading to the pub for dinner. There’s a live band tonight.”
“Sounds good. I might even corner Gaby and ask nosy questions. She’ll know if it hurts.”
“I suppose I could ask Liam,” Sebastian said, but his tone was doubtful.
Jen pictured the possible scenarios and the way that conversation could go. “Maybe you should let me do the asking.”
“Yeah, but it’s probably different for guys.”
“Go shower,” Jen said. “We might as well have dinner there too.” She turned away, then said over her shoulder, “You might even be able to persuade me to wear my vibrator. I don’t mind you having the control.” A grin formed at his groan, and she made sure she twitched her butt until she’d disappeared from his sight.
* * * * *
They ended up sharing a large table with Gaby and her men. The pub was packed, the doors and windows thrown open and some of the crowd spilling out to the beer garden at the back.
“Let’s dance,” Sebastian said.
Jen whispered, “Do you have the control I gave you?”
Sebastian groaned, grabbed her hand and towed her over to the small dance floor. He pulled her against his body, making no secret of the fact they were together romantically. Jen caught the curious glances sent their direction by some locals and a couple of the women looked distinctly envious.
Too bad. Her man now.
She swayed in time to the music but they didn’t move around the floor. It was too crowded for that. One song blurred into another, only the sudden vibration in her pussy jolting her from her dreamy state.
She gripped Sebastian’s shoulders and grinned up at him. “I thought you’d forgotten.”
“Not a chance,” he drawled. “I intend to keep you on edge until you’re desperate. Then we’ll go home.”
“Sounds good to me. Win-win all the way around.” Oh-oh. Sebastian’s ex-wife had come in with a group of girlfriends. Damn. She wasn’t sure if she should say something or not. “Sebastian, your ex is here.”
“Don’t care,” he said. “As long as I don’t have to talk to her everything will work out fine.”
“You don’t miss her?”
“We’re divorced. I’m well rid of her.”
Victoria, his ex, was attractive with an air of sexy about her. No one would mistake her for the girl next door. Jen watched her, saw the moment she realized Sebastian was present and the way she narrowed her eyes. Jen decided she didn’t want to talk to the ex either, not that they ran in the same circles.
An insistent buzz from the vibrator focused her attention exactly where Sebastian wanted it. On him. She blew him a kiss and the vibrations trailed off. “When we get back to the house, where would you like me to touch you first? What would you like me to do to you?”
“I get a choice?” His eyes darkened with unexpected mischief, and her heart twisted with joy. Sebastian didn’t smile much, and it was good to see him in this mood.
“You get to think about it for the entire night until we get home, and you’re not rushing me off because I intend to discuss a few things with Gaby first.”
“Why don’t you call her and go out to lunch tomorrow? Have a girls’ outing.”
“You wouldn’t mind me doing that?”
“Of course not. I have a couple of things I need to take care of at the job site tomorrow morning anyway. Jen, I already know what I want to do the minute we get home.”
“Oh?” Her brows rose in a silent invitation for him to share.
“Yeah. I want you to undress me, one item of clothing at a time. A few touches and kisses would be good, then I want to strip off your clothes, toss you on the bed and slide my cock inside you until I’m balls-deep. I want to feel your heat and your pussy clutching my cock.”
Each husky word tugged at her breasts and echoed in her womb. Her body softened and moistened. The vibrations started again—an easy buzz that sent her toward the edge but not enough to throw her into orgasm.
Jen cleared her throat and worked on holding back vocal sounds of pleasure. “Is that all?”
“I’ll kiss you and play with your breasts until I know exactly what you like best. And all the time I’ll be stroking into you deep and steady, driving us until we both explode.” He paused, his pale eyes gleaming. “Is that the sort of thing you had in mind?”
The vibrations picked up in speed, and she bit her bottom lip to stem her moan of desperation. “Yeah,” she whispered. “You do good sex talk. Uh, should I tell you what I want to do to you?”
“Do you think you’ll have the energy once I’m finished?” His tone held smugness and a hint of challenge.
“I haven’t had a chance to look through the stuff Gaby gave me to test. I’m sure there’s something in there to help pierce your attitude.”
The vibrator speed kicked up, and with it, Sebastian’s smirk. “You shouldn’t try to challenge me when I have the remote.”
Suddenly, it was too much for her. A moan burst from her and she clutched Sebastian’s wide shoulders as the spasms weakened her knees. Sebastian’s soft chuckle brought swift color to her cheeks, and she ducked her head. A tug of fear pierced her, stirring in the pit of her stomach. Had anyone noticed? God, she’d die of embarrassment if the dancers around them had witnessed her…ah…obvious enjoyment.
“It’s okay,” Sebastian whispered.
It was difficult to miss the humor in his tone or the vibrations against her cheek. A swift glance up at his face confirmed her suspicions. The louse was laughing. A flash of chagrin struck and she started talking, standing on tiptoe to speak against his ear. “You and Wayne will want to fuck each other eventually.”
A jolt went through Sebastian, his muscles tensing beneath her hands. She had his full attention. Now it was time to reel him in.
“I’m sure Gaby has some anal toys in her bag of tricks,” Jen continued. “And I know for a fact that some of them vibrate. Imagine this. Me undressing you slowly, kissing and biting every inch of skin I uncover. Waking up your nerve endings until you’re one big bundle of anticipation.” She paused to imagine the scenario. A wicked grin reshaped her mouth. She’d see exactly how he handled walking off the dance floor with a giant hard-on. “Then, I’d go to work on your jeans.”
His husky groan prompted a wider grin. She’d teach him to tease her in a public place.
“You’re wearing tight jeans that cling to every inch of your sexy butt. Your cock is a hard bulge. I glide my fingers over it and on the next pass I use my fingernails. They make a scratchy sound against the denim. I struggle with the button on your fly and you get all impatient. You tear my fumbling fingers away before I can protest and you try to wrench it down.” Jen dug her fingernails into his biceps to make sure he was paying attention. Satisfied by his husky groan, she continued, “I smack your hands away and slide down the zipper. The rasp is loud…”
“Go on,” he said in a tight voice.
“Don’t you think we should go back to the table?”
“Why—?” He broke off when he noticed the dance floor was emptying, and they were receiving funny looks. “Shit.” Grabbing her hand, he towed her back to their spot.
She couldn’t help it. She let her gaze flicker to his groin and took great satisfaction in seeing the distinct ridge of his erection. They slid onto their seats, joining Gaby and Fletch. Liam was now
here to be seen.
“Do we need another drink or should I continue?” Jen asked.
“Drink,” Sebastian muttered, already jumping to his feet. “You guys ready for another one?”
“Thanks,” Fletch said.
“Coward.”
Sebastian scowled at her, but she didn’t hold back on her grin. Jen watched him disappear into the crowd.
“What did you do to him?” Gaby asked.
“Payback is a bitch, and if he thinks I’ve exacted enough punishment yet, he should think again.”
“Should I ask you what he did?” Fletch asked.
“Gaby’s fault,” Jen said with a stern glance at her friend.
“Me? I didn’t do anything.”
“Her sex toys?” Fletch guessed.
“Sebastian is learning that teasing goes both ways, and I’m not willing to sit back like a good submissive. I want full participation.”
“Go, Jen!” Gaby lifted her hand for a high five, and Jen smacked her palm against her friend’s.
“I wonder if I should warn him,” Fletch mused.
“I’m sure he’s intelligent enough to figure it out on his own,” Jen said sweetly. She turned back to Gaby. “Are you doing anything tomorrow? I want to ask you a few questions, and Sebastian suggested we do lunch.”
Amusement highlighted a dimple at the corner of Fletch’s mouth. “Not in those words, I bet.”
“Of course not. There’s nothing girly about Sebastian.” True. He was all smoldering man and, like an iceberg, most of his personality remained hidden until he chose to share himself. Acute anticipation simmered at a low-level burn, tugging at her sex. She squeezed her thighs together and held her breath as she rode out the tiny quivers that rocked her.
“Jen?”
Eyes that she hadn’t remembered closing flew open in consternation. Good grief. She needed privacy and a naked Sebastian. In that order. She determinedly ignored the blood rushing to her cheeks. “Sorry. Just spaced out for a moment there.”
“I thought you weren’t intending to wear that vibrator with the remote control again.”
“Sebastian is very persuasive when he sets his mind to it, but no, it wasn’t the vibrator. Lunch? Can you meet me tomorrow?”
“Why don’t you drop by my place and we’ll have lunch and a few drinks there. Sebastian can pick you up, so you won’t need to worry about driving.”
Jen nodded. “Sounds good. I’ll make a quiche and bring it for lunch.”
“Excellent plan,” Gaby said. “I’ll make a couple of salads. You should try this with Sebastian.” She leaned close and whispered in Gaby’s ear.
“Really?”
“Oh yeah. He’ll like it. Just use—”
“Plenty of lube,” Jen finished for her friend. She nodded. “I can do that.”
Fletch’s brows drew together. “Should I ask?”
“I’ll demonstrate later tonight,” Gaby promised.
“Will I like it?”
“Your eyes will cross in a good way.”
Fletch’s eyebrows drew together, and Jen could see his mind turning with the possibilities. “Maybe we’ll leave soon.”
Sebastian arrived back with drinks. After distributing them, he sat beside Jen and slipped his arm around her. It was natural, done without thought on his part, and the action warmed her all the way through. She leaned in to him, and after a quick wink at Gaby, continued with her seduction by whispering in his ear.
“Instead of the black cotton underwear I expect, your cock springs out, hot and hard beneath my fingers.”
Sebastian’s arm tightened around her shoulders, yet his expression didn’t change. She needed to mess with him some more.
“I scoop out your cock and run my finger along the length of your shaft. My fingers run over the head and under, teasing you where you’re most sensitive. I add my mouth, dragging my tongue across the flared head. I pause to taste a drop of pre-cum. It’s tart, a little salty. You’re moving your hips in tiny jerks, pushing your cock deeper into my mouth. I pull on your cock with some suction, and you moan, your hands digging into my hair. It hurts, but it’s a good pain. I hum my appreciation, the vibrations dragging a groan from you. You sound as if you’re in pain, but I know better. You’ve started to tremble. Pre-cum is seeping from your slit in a constant stream, and I have to lick a lot to keep up. I take you deeper and let one of my hands roam over your balls. They’re hard and I know you’re not far away from orgasm. I reach between your legs and glide my fingers over your pucker—”
Sebastian sprang to his feet and grabbed her hand. “We’re going home.” He dragged her two steps before she could protest.
“Wait! I haven’t finished…my drink.”
“You can have a drink at home.” His emphasis told her he knew exactly which corner her mind had turned.
“See you tomorrow,” Gaby called, laughter in her voice. “Come around eleven.”
The drive home seemed to take ages even though Sebastian drove much faster than usual. They pulled up in the driveway, and Jen removed her seatbelt.
“Wait there.”
Sebastian climbed out and rounded the vehicle to open her door. He helped her out and grabbed her hand, lacing their fingers together. Jen’s pulse rate clicked up a few notches. The touch seemed intimate yet felt so right.
“I hope you’re not tired.”
“Nope,” she said cheerfully.
“Wayne’s room?”
“Yes.” Although Wayne wasn’t here she liked the thought of spending time with Sebastian in Wayne’s bed. “I wish he was here with us.”
“Me too, but I think we can manage to entertain ourselves.”
Jen thought of Gaby’s suggestion and fought to contain her smile. “I think you’re right.”
Without warning, Sebastian swept her into his arms and in seconds flat they were in Wayne’s bedroom. Jen struggled a fraction to let Sebastian know she wanted down. He dropped her on the mattress and switched on one of the bedside lamps. Despite Wayne’s absence, she could smell the citrus of his favored aftershave. He’d left a pair of jeans over the back of a chair and obviously emptied his pockets of change before leaving. A handful of coins littered the top of a set of wooden drawers.
Sebastian straightened to glower down at her, his feet planted hip width apart. “Take off your clothes.”
Jen scrambled off the bed. “It’s still my turn. Stay there and don’t move a muscle until I tell you.”
Sebastian looked as if he might argue. Finally, he gave a curt nod, his gaze tracking her as she ambled toward him. With nimble fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt, leaning forward to nibble at the swell of one pectoral muscle. He drew in a sharp breath but didn’t move. Gradually, she divested him of his shirt and knelt in front of him to remove his boots and socks.
“Now the good part,” she said.
“Next time.” He exploded into a flurry of movement. He undressed her in seconds flat, tossing her clothes over the floor. His remaining clothes disappeared just as quickly. “Better.”
Jen stared at him, unable to glance away even if she’d wanted to. His grin stole her breath, made her desperate to touch and kiss him, show him some affection. Part of her wondered how she’d come to be in this position—naked with Sebastian. It was enough to make a girl giddy.
“You do want this?” His scrutiny pierced her, flaying her wide open, and she suspected he saw more than she was comfortable with.
She laughed lightly to shift her unease. “On the bed. I’ll show you exactly how much I want to be with you.” When he didn’t move fast enough for her liking, Jen pounced, pushing him down on the mattress. His light blue eyes widened, a slow grin tugging at his lips again.
Jen didn’t give him a chance to regroup. She straddled his hips, letting her hands wander over his beautiful body. Muscles sculpted by hard, physical work. Warm skin. And an erection, strong and thick with a ruddy head. “You’re very tempting.”
“Fair warning. If you
don’t hurry this along, I’m going to take control.”
A chuckle burst from her. “Don’t you believe in foreplay?”
“When I’m the one doing the playing,” he muttered.
“Hands-on kinda guy, huh?”
“Believe it.” Once again he exploded into action, using his strength to overpower her. A squeak escaped her, although he didn’t hurt her. She found herself caged between his arms and the mattress, staring up into his handsome face. His lips descended, and she didn’t consider fighting for freedom because it didn’t matter either way. She was right where she wanted to be.
Her arms curled around his neck, holding him close. His scent washed over her, again the hint of citrus with an underlying masculine scent that made her think of the wild outdoors and windswept beaches. His erection slid over the smooth skin of her stomach, leaving a wet trail. Her pussy pulsed in recognition. “Condom?”
“Thank god,” Sebastian said in a fervent voice. He reached for a bedside drawer and pulled out a handful of condoms. “Want to try some of the lube?”
Jen grinned. “You can never have enough lube.”
“Someone listens to Gaby’s lectures.”
“Yeah. Hard not to absorb some of what she says.”
Sebastian parted her legs, baring her to his gaze. He slipped a finger inside her and removed the remote vibrator. It left her feeling empty. She squirmed a little, trying to find something to rub against, something to soothe the ache riding her.
“Steady.” With the condom in place, Sebastian opened the bottle of lube and squeezed some onto his hand. The cool sensation did nothing to bank down her need. Instead it ramped it up, the icy chill morphing to fiery heat.
She gasped. “Sebastian. Now. No more mucking around. Please.”
Without another word, he positioned himself and pushed deep.
“Yes,” she said with a hiss of pleasure. Her fingers dug into his backside, silently encouraging him to go faster, harder. The next stroke almost made her eyes cross, the pleasure sizzling across her skin, growing bigger, hotter. “Sebastian, please.”
“What do you need?”
“Touch me.”
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