I caught her hands and held them at her sides as I brought my mouth close to her hot pussy again. With the way I was holding her hands down, my arms were also pinning her thighs to the bed. She tried desperately to get closer to my mouth, but I wouldn’t allow it.
“Behave,” I commanded, grinning when she glared at me.
“I’m tired of behaving,” she grumbled.
I chuckled. “Behave and I promise to make it worth your while.”
“I can’t take any more teasing,” she insisted.
“Yes, you can,” I assured her. “You’ve just gotten used to instant gratification.” I sucked her clit into my mouth and enjoyed her moan. Releasing her clit, I blew on her sensitive flesh. “You didn’t have to wait for release with Justin, but you will with me. I’m going to take care of you, and you’re going to let me.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Delaney
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard a voice telling me I didn’t find men this bossy attractive. That voice was a liar, so I decided to ignore her. Sebastian’s words got me hotter than I’d ever been. Part of it was our game, but this was also the real Sebastian. He wasn’t simply pretending to be dominant in the bedroom.
“Put your hands above your head,” Sebastian commanded as he released my wrists.
I immediately obeyed and was surprised by the rush of pleasure when he smiled at my instant obedience.
“You deserve a reward for being such a good captive,” he murmured. Sebastian’s tongue slid from my opening to my clit. His teasing felt so good, I forgot any response I wanted to make. All I wanted was Sebastian’s touch. I craved him and needed him to help me find my release. Every fiber of my body was throbbing with need as his mouth slowly tormented me. He slid his tongue into my body before moving back up to tease my clit until I was ready to explode. Each time he brought me close before easing his strokes to draw out my pleasure.
It seemed like hours of sensual torment. I wanted it to last forever even as I was begging him for my release.
“Please, Sebastian,” I practically screamed when he took his tongue away from my clit again.
Sliding two long fingers into my body, he looked up at me, his eyes dark with his own arousal. “Please, what?”
“Please give me my orgasm,” I begged. “I need it so much.”
“And I’m the only one who can give it to you, isn’t that right?” he demanded.
He sounded possessive and desperate. “Yes, only you.”
Sebastian’s fingers began to move in my body as his tongue stroked my clit in a circular motion that had me panting and struggling to keep my hands in place. I only managed to remember because I was afraid he’d stop if I moved them. I wasn’t sure I could handle any more teasing.
He drove me toward completion until I finally screamed as my body pulsed around his fingers. I felt my intense orgasm through my entire body. When the spasms finally eased, I looked down to see Sebastian regarding me with a wild expression. I gasped at the intensity of his gaze.
Grabbing a pillow, Sebastian rolled me onto my stomach, placing the pillow under my hips. I was so sated, I was willing to let Sebastian do anything at that point. His palm made contact with my ass twice. My body was already pulsing with arousal again. His hand massaged my ass as he bent forward to run his tongue along my spine.
“I need to fuck you now, Delaney,” he said desperately. “Do you want me to fuck you?”
“God, yes,” I breathed out. “I need to feel you in me now.”
Sebastian quickly grabbed a condom from his bedside table and rolled it on before positioning himself behind me and sliding into my body. I immediately rocked up to meet his thrust, enjoying the guttural sound he made.
“Fucking perfect,” he ground out as he rocked against my body, his hands gripping my hips. In this position, Sebastian felt even bigger, and the sensations were almost too much after my recent orgasm. I wasn’t sure I could take it.
I didn’t realize I’d said the words out loud until Sebastian spoke. “Shhh, baby. You’re okay. I’ll take care of you. Your pleasure will always be my first concern.”
His movements slowed as he rocked against me, murmuring words of praise. It wasn’t long until I was pushing against him and reaching back to claw at his thighs to get him to move faster. Sebastian seemed to know exactly what I needed. He thrust hard and fast. The words of praise became little more than groans as Sebastian swelled inside my body. I was already tightening around him, ready to climax again when Sebastian’s thrusts became so hard, I exploded around him in an orgasm that had me screaming.
Sebastian called out my name as he found his own release.
It was wild, crazy, and absolutely perfect.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sebastian
My phone was buzzing somewhere in the room, pulling me from sleep. I wasn’t ready to wake up. Nothing beat a good nap after great sex. Finally, the phone stopped, only to start its annoying buzzing again, shortly before my doorbell rang.
“Damn,” I muttered.
“Just ignore it,” Delaney grumbled. “They’re probably selling magazine subscriptions.”
“Not up here,” I assured her. “It’s my mother, and she’ll be using her key any minute.”
“Your mother?” Delaney gasped, sitting up in bed and clutching the sheet to her chest as if my mom might burst into the room at any moment.
It was a struggle not to laugh at her distress. “I should have mentioned my mom’s tendency to just stop by. The good news is, she probably brought food.”
“Sebastian!” she screeched. “I have no clothes. I desperately need a shower. What is your mother going to think?”
I gave her a quick kiss before climbing out of bed to put my pants on. My mom was likely already in the house, probably waiting in the kitchen after hearing Delaney’s screech. “She owns a sex toy company. She started out designing them. This isn’t going to shock her, and she certainly isn’t going to think less of you for being here.”
“I have to take a shower if I’m going to meet your mother,” she said with a sigh. “Do you think she’ll get tired of waiting if I take too long in the shower?”
“Not a chance,” I replied. “After your shower, go ahead and rummage through my things until you find something to wear,” I told her as I put my shirt on and headed downstairs to greet my mom. It was my fault she was there. I’d talked to my dad about Delaney earlier that day, and he’d likely told my mom I was upset. She’d been badgering me all week, trying to find out what was bothering me.
Sure enough, I found my mom in the kitchen, setting three plates on the table. From the smell of it, there were enchiladas in the pan sitting in the middle of the table.
“Hey, Mom,” I greeted her and walked over to hug her.
Most would never guess the woman standing before me was my mother. She’d always looked young. At forty-five, she could easily pass for thirty. Dressed in a deep red sweater dress that stopped just short of her knees and black ballet flats, my mom was as dressed down as she ever got. Her brown hair was cut in a short bob, and her hazy green eyes were regarding me with something like annoyance.
“Don’t tell me you brought home some woman to help you get over the one you’re mooning over,” she warned, waving a spatula at me.
“I was not mooning over anyone,” I argued.
“You most certainly were,” my mother insisted. “You’ll never get her back this way.”
“She’s upstairs in the shower,” I told my mom with a grin.
My mom laughed softly. “I see you decided to stop pouting and convince her to give you another chance. Did you ever figure out what you did wrong?”
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” I assured my mom. “It was just a misunderstanding. We’ve worked thing out.”
My mom clapped her hands together. “Excellent! You’ll have to invite her to dinner next weekend.”
“Let’s see if she’s not too scared after this visit,
” I replied with a laugh, earning me a smack in the belly.
“You really like her, don’t you?” my mom asked.
“I really do,” I admitted. “She’s something else.”
“I’m glad you’re getting out there again,” my mom added. “You’ve closed yourself off for far too long.”
“My fiancée tried to kill me,” I reminded her. “That seems like a good reason to be hesitant to get involved with anyone else.”
“That was two years ago,” my mom argued. “Besides, I never liked that girl. Had you listened to me, none of this would have happened.”
I stifled a laugh as my mom geared up for her rant on the many reasons I should only date women she approved of. With any luck, she’d be done before Delaney came downstairs.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Delaney
After showering in Sebastian’s bathroom, I was more than a little jealous. He had a large shower with marble tiles and a showerhead that would make any single woman giggle with glee. I kid you not; if Sebastian’s mother wasn’t downstairs, I’d have been tempted to enjoy Sebastian’s fancy rotating showerhead. After drying off, I looked back at the shower one last time, reminding myself I could always enjoy it later. If I was lucky, Sebastian would enjoy it with me.
Finding something to wear was a real challenge. I should have insisted Sebastian take me home for clothes earlier. Now, I was going to have to meet his mother in the leggings I’d arrived in and one of Sebastian’s shirts. This was not going to look good. In the end, I decided to grab one of Sebastian’s hoodies to hide that I wasn’t wearing a bra. After my earlier debacle with the sports bra, I had no intention of putting it back on. I was pretty sure it was trying to either kill me or ruin things with Sebastian.
I stared at the door, knowing I should go down. There was no reason to delay the inevitable awkward mom meeting. Then I realized I needed to message Chelsea first. It definitely wasn’t an avoidance tactic. She’d worry if I didn’t get back to her.
ME: I’m still alive.
CHELS: LOL! I didn’t think Sebastian was going to kill you. Did you work everything out?
Before responding, I went back into the bathroom to take a picture of Sebastian’s shower to send to Chelsea. This is the kind of thing you have to share.
CHELS: Wow! That is a nice shower. Where are you?
ME: Sebastian’s house. I guess he’s heir to a sex toy empire and some kind of sex toy app designing genius.
CHELS: Even when you text me, I only understand about half of what you say.
ME: I’ll explain later. I need to go downstairs and meet Sebastian’s mom.
On those words, I set my phone beside Sebastian’s bed and headed downstairs. Chelsea would likely leave me a dozen messages asking for details. At least, that’s what I’d do in her position.
Sebastian must have heard me coming because he met me at the bottom of the stairs with an outstretched hand and a reassuring smile. “My mom brought enchiladas.”
My stomach picked that moment to remind me of how little I’d eaten that day.
He clearly heard the rumbling of my stomach because he chuckled. “I feel the same. Let’s go eat.”
“That’s sounds good to me,” I replied with a smile.
Sebastian didn’t release my hand as he walked me into the kitchen. His mother’s back was to us, and it seemed she was replying to a text.
“Mom,” he called out. When she turned, he started to speak, but she interrupted him.
“You’re Delaney Monroe!” she said excitedly.
“Yes, I am,” I replied with a smile.
“Sebastian, how could you fail to tell me you’re dating Delaney Monroe?” she demanded.
“I didn’t know I was supposed to,” Sebastian replied helplessly.
“I’m Emily. Please, call me Em,” she introduced herself, sticking out a hand for me to shake.
“It’s nice to meet you,” I told her. “Finding me here must be awkward.”
Em laughed. “Awkward? Not at all. I’m glad you and Sebastian worked things out.”
Em was definitely different from my own mother. In this situation, my mom would be insisting on a wedding and possibly an exorcism. I’m exaggerating about the exorcism. My mom thinks Catholics are going to Hell.
“Sit and eat,” she told me. “I hope you aren’t a vegetarian. I expected only Sebastian, so I made carnitas enchiladas.”
“That’s fine with me,” I assured her, sitting at the table and inhaling to savor the delicious aroma.
“How did you two meet?” Em asked.
I’d just placed an enchilada on my plate when she asked that question. Thankfully, I didn’t have to tell her we’d met in a sex shop. No matter how comfortable Sebastian’s mom seemed with us having sex and me writing erotica, that might be too much.
“Sebastian offered to let me share his table in a crowded café,” I replied.
“That was sweet of him,” Em remarked with a smile.
“We hit it off, and she agreed to go out with me the next day,” Sebastian added. “
“That’s nice,” Em said in a distracted voice. “I need to ask you something very important.”
“Sure,” I told her, expecting some question about my intentions for her baby boy, or possibly about my age since I was eight years older than her son.
“What do I need to do to get signed copies of some of your books?” she asked. “I’d be willing to trade my second born for them.”
“Hey!” Sebastian protested. “I’m the male heir. You can’t just trade me for some books.”
Em rolled her eyes. “What makes you think your genitalia makes you a superior heir? Your sister is older, making you the spare.” Her attention returned to me. “So, about those books?”
I pretended to consider her offer. “How many books are we talking about? And will I get unlimited rights to Sebastian?”
“You already have unlimited rights,” Sebastian told me in a voice that made me squirm in my seat.
“Quiet, Sebastian,” Em scolded. “You’re ruining my bartering power and messing up my chance to get signed books.”
“You two can’t just barter me,” Sebastian insisted.
“Are you really arguing about me agreeing to let Delaney keep you?” Em asked with a laugh.
“When you put it like that, I feel like an idiot,” Sebastian admitted. “Barter away.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Sebastian
“Stay here tonight,” I crooned as I rained kisses along Delaney’s jaw. My mom had just left, and I was happy with how well she and Delaney had hit it off. I wasn’t ready for my time with Delaney to end.
“I have no clothes,” she argued, but I could tell she was tempted to give in.
“You won’t need them,” I insisted again. “I’ll keep you naked and sated for the rest of the weekend.”
“I also have work to do,” she said with more determination.
“Next time I kidnap you, remind me to pick up your clothes and laptop,” I grumbled, releasing her with a sigh.
Her smile was so beautiful, I wanted to kiss her, but that would just result in me trying to get her back up to my bed.
“If I had my laptop, I might be willing to stay without clothes,” she admitted.
It was a real challenge holding back my groan. The idea of having Delaney naked and at my house all weekend definitely appealed to me. I also liked the idea of walking downstairs to find Delaney hard at work on her next book. I could already picture her typing away with a cup of coffee beside her.
It was strange how I’d gone from being hesitant to even date again to fantasizing about having a woman in my house. My fantasies of Delaney definitely involved more than sex.
We both became lost in our own thoughts on the drive to Delaney’s house. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, which added to my fascination with her. I often found myself pondering things, especially when I was working on a new app. An idea would come to mind, and I
’d need to mull it over. Tessa, my ex-fiancée, had hated that. She’d always felt I was ignoring her. Delaney didn’t seem to mind.
“Your mom seems really nice,” Delaney remarked on the drive.
“My mom is great,” I agreed. “She really likes you. I still can’t believe she joked about trading me for books.”
“I don’t consider it a joke,” Delaney assured me. “After I get those books to your mother, you’ll essentially be my sex slave. I’ll have you cater to my every whim and desire.”
“We should probably change the subject before I get in an accident,” I suggested.
“Tell me about the exciting world of app design,” she prompted.
“You just want to hear about the sex toy, don’t you?” I asked.
“No,” she replied, trying to look completely serious. “I’m curious about what you do for a living.” After a brief pause, she confessed, “Fine, I want to hear about the sex toy.”
“I can’t tell you anything,” I insisted. “It’s proprietary information.”
“Can you at least get me in a beta testing group?” she asked before a thought occurred to her. “You aren’t going to beta test it with everyone in the same room, are you? That would be weird, and I’m not sure I could get off with all those people watching me.”
I chuckled at her question. “It’s still really early in the process, so I have no clue how they’ll select the group to test it. I can guarantee it won’t be done in a room full of people.”
“That’s a relief,” she replied. “It would be kind of creepy to have a bunch of women masturbating in the same room.”
“I’m pretty sure there are guys who’d pay to see that sort of thing,” I pointed out.
“Creepy guys,” she argued before adding. “Forget I said that. There are probably a lot of guys who’d pay to see it. Guys are creepy by nature.”
“Hey!” I protested. “Are you calling me creepy?”
“You are the nerdy guy working on an interactive sex toy,” she replied. “That seems moderately creepy to me.”
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