by Alice Raine
To my complete shock, he gave up on speech and after blinking twice, simply leant in to softly place his lips on mine. His kiss was gentle, exploratory, and almost chaste, causing my heart to expand as warmth flooded my system from his tenderness. Moaning huskily, I parted my lips, beginning to give myself over to the slow seduction of this infinitely tempting man and his skilled kisses when my mind paused on that final thought. Skilful kisses. Sean really was good at this, which presumably meant it was something that he had practised quite a lot … As I briefly dwelt on that, the rational part of my mind kicked in and reminded me about his string of ex-lovers and the broken hearts he had stomped on, causing me to pull back and sever the contact of our lips.
I might have allowed myself to sleep with him last night when I was clueless about his identity and lack of morals, but now I knew about his past I wouldn’t be so careless again, and I gave myself a mental slap around the face to collect some of the anger needed to repel him.
‘Is this the only way you can communicate with people? Through a quick fuck?’ I accused, straightening my back and desperately trying to ignore the way my lips were tingling from his kiss.
I watched as Sean’s face fell in shock, but then almost immediately irritation seemed to bloom in his eyes. ‘A quick fuck?’ he repeated slowly and clearly, causing both the ‘k’s at the ends of the words to click precisely from his tongue as he over enunciated them.
Swallowing loudly at how annoyed he looked, I felt my resolve beginning to crumble under his intense scrutiny. He hadn’t blinked at all, not that I’d seen anyway, and as usual I found myself frozen and helplessly returning his gaze. God, this man could win a staring competition with a bloody statue.
I strongly suspected that I’d be helpless to resist his charms if Sean chose to kiss me again, so I hoped my bluntness might help protect my falling heart by deterring him. ‘I read about you and your co-stars, Sean, and seeing as you disappeared straight after we’d done the deed last night it’s fairly clear that’s all I am to you too,’ I said as brusquely as I could, but his intense look was making me start to falter in my words.
Widening his stance, he crossed his arms over his broad chest, and stared down at me, looking far more intimidating than I’d ever thought he could. But then his features briefly slackened and twisted, just as they had earlier when he’d stood by the sofa. The speed at which he could change from cocky and domineering to withdrawn and remorseful was quite astonishing. ‘You really believe that crap you read?’ he asked quietly, jerking a thumb towards my abandoned laptop.
That was definitely a question he was expecting me to answer, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. My throat was thick from a mix of emotions, but on top of that, I was tired of all this strain, and as I watched his face I found I didn’t even have the energy to muster up a head nod. This was exhausting.
My lack of reply didn’t sit well with Sean, because after watching me for a second or two I saw the moment that his jaw tensed, eyes darkened, and his cheeks flushed. ‘You barely know me, so don’t you dare judge me,’ he growled, his jaw working furiously as he gritted his teeth so hard that I actually winced. Jesus. For a second I thought it was anger flowing from him, but after watching his eyes flick nervously around the room I decided it actually appeared to be embarrassment. Perhaps even shame? Did he regret his casual treatment of the women who had shared his bed? Was that why he looked like this?
Unfortunately, he was infuriatingly difficult to read, his tense body language and seemingly regretful expression not really aligning. At a total loss for what to say, I simply remained silent, watching his apparent turmoil but not knowing what I could, or should, do to help him. ‘You have no idea what you’re talking about. There are things you don’t understand …’ he muttered, shaking his head forcefully. Sean’s eyes cleared marginally before he tipped his head to the side and gave me a thoughtful look.
He’d obviously decided we’d spoken enough on that topic because his troubled expression was suddenly replaced with a smirk and I was left in the odd position of wishing that his embarrassed self would come back – he might have been a little awkward and odd just now, but at least he’d seemed genuinely truthful. This smirky, arrogant façade appeared totally false, and if I wasn’t mistaken, was just used to hide his deeper feelings. Whatever they were. God, this man was complicated.
‘Besides, you enjoyed our “quick fuck” just as much as I did, Allie.’ My mouth popped open to object, but I immediately found myself unable to lie out loud, because when all was said and done, I had enjoyed it. Every passionate, pleasurable, demanding minute of it. Instead of the denial I had planned, a short, huffed breath left my throat instead. I had more than enjoyed it – I’d loved it. I didn’t admit this of course. No, I shook my head in rejection, knowing my weak denial wouldn’t pass for one minute if he had any vague idea about reading body language, because clearly even now I was fully aroused and ready to go, and that was just from his mere presence in the room.
Watching my response carefully, Sean let out an indifferent grunting noise and reached up to tip my chin towards him. His contact and fragrance sent my body flying into alert, but even though I knew with every shred of common sense that I needed to move away from him, I just couldn’t. It was like his hold over me turned my limbs to concrete and rendered them completely useless. Holding my chin firmly between his finger and thumb, Sean then lowered his parted lips toward mine, our eyes still locked as if he were asking for silent permission. He must have seen that I was torn but turned on and willing, because the next second he closed the final gap between us, his warm breath tickling me just moments before his soft skin pressed to mine.
As soon as our lips connected I felt the full, devastating force of his hungry, possessive desire. God, this man really was something else. His total confidence and ability to meld me to his ways sent a searing rush of heat straight between my legs. Instantly I was craving more, even as I tried to keep my mouth firmly shut against his advances.
His lips worked against mine for several seconds, lapping and nibbling as I clenched my jaw against my crumbling resolve. ‘You don’t want this?’ he asked huskily, his heat rushing over my face as his lips hovered just above mine.
I knew Sean would stop if I asked him to, but I didn’t ask, because truthfully, I didn’t want him to. Ever. Drawing in several ragged breaths through my nose, I maintained my pretence for just a while longer by weakly shaking my head, but seeing as it was held within his grip I only really managed a pathetic wobbling. ‘Oh no, I’m going to need to hear it verbally, Allie,’ he demanded softly as I made a feeble attempt to move away from Sean and the magnetic pull he had on me.
As lame as my attempts were, I gave up almost immediately when I realised that the bar stool was blocking my backwards path and Sean’s free hand was gripping my hip and holding me firmly in place. It would take significant force to get away, and I just wasn’t strong enough, or intent enough to bother trying.
Instead I whimpered needily as he lowered his face so our noses were touching, and moved a hand to my breast and casually rubbed the pad of his thumb across the nipple. Oh God. One touch and I was a lost cause. Desire was zinging around my body, my nipple now hard and puckered and desperate for more as I squirmed pathetically, trying to look like I was resisting but really loving every second of it.
My aroused writhing caused him to stop immediately. ‘You’re not enjoying this?’
Yes! Yes! I’m loving it! I want it!, I wanted to cry, but I instead forced a stubborn shake of my head as a gasp of pleasure flew from my lips. I wanted it, Sean knew I wanted it, but this tease was ridiculously arousing and so I continued with my attempt at playing hard to get. Even as I was shaking my head, I could feel his thumb’s presence near my nipple and I felt my body marginally arching towards him and completely giving my game away.
My eyes fluttered shut for the briefest of seconds before Sean gave my chin a gentle caress, his fingers trailing briefly along my jaw to my temp
le and back, a sign I took to mean that he wanted me to keep them open. Prying my heavy lids back up I found his blue pools still locked on mine.
‘I’ll stop if you want me to. Do you want me to stop, Allie?’ he asked breathily, as his hand dropped between my legs and began to rub slowly against my knee and then higher. Just below the clothing my flesh was throbbing wildly. I knew I shouldn’t respond to him, I knew there was a distinct chance that I was going to get devastatingly hurt in the long run if I chose this path of pleasure over sensibility, but I just couldn’t help myself, not when it felt this good, and I finally gave in as my hands reached up to clutch at his shoulders. ‘Oh God … no … please don’t stop, Sean.’
‘You want me?’ he asked, as he hunkered his shoulders down so we were at the same height and he was looking me directly in the eye. Too breathless for words, I nodded as Sean began to wedge his hips between my thighs, spreading them wider as his free hand splayed high up on my inner thigh both soothing and upping my arousal simultaneously. ‘Verbally, Allie, let me hear it, my gorgeous girl.’
‘Yes. I want you.’ I didn’t hesitate for a millisecond.
One second he was staring intently into my eyes, and then the next he was crashing his lips down onto mine and thrusting his tongue against my mouth with a low groan. Anxious to absorb as much of this man as I could in my time here, my lips opened to him immediately, allowing his tongue to lash against mine with almost desperate strokes as I returned his fervour with everything I had.
His free hand slid from my thigh to my bum, where he gripped tightly and tugged me forward so hard that there was not a scrap of space left between my groin and his thighs.
‘See? That wasn’t so hard to admit, was it?’ Arrogant arse, but actually, he was dead wrong – admitting the way I felt about him was difficult, because if I fully accepted that I did have feelings for him, then I would be getting myself into all sorts of trouble when the time came to leave. I didn’t say any of that. Instead I merely moaned against his lips and dug my fingernails deeper into his shoulders.
Running a wet swipe of his tongue along my jawline and up to my ear he nuzzled the sensitive flesh before whispering in my ear, ‘And just so you know, the feeling is completely mutual. I want you, Allie, so much. I need you. Need to have you again.’
Vaguely, my brain latched on to his last words, and depressingly interpreted them as him merely wanting me for sex again, but even if that was all this turned out to be, I was way beyond the point of stopping now. If this was just sex, then so be it. I’d never done anything as reckless as have casual sex with a virtual stranger before, so sod it. Maybe this was just my time to catch up on missed life experiences. ‘Yes … take me again, Sean.’
Next to my ear, Sean let out a low, breathy chuckle that mixed with a grunt of approval. ‘I don’t usually make a habit of using dirty talk, but seeing as you started it, Allie, I’ll have to … tell me you want me. How did you describe it? A quick fuck? Say you want it, Allie, tell me.’ He was teasing me, using my own words against me, at the same time encouraging me by kissing behind my ear, making me shudder with pleasure and lean myself into his touch.
He was like water flowing over me; somehow his hands seemed to be everywhere at once. Between my legs, on my breasts, smoothing over my back, tangling in my hair, running down my arms. God, he just blanketed me. I struggled to gauge where he was touching me in each distinct moment, because he was just everywhere.
The room dissolved and life faded away as my entire focus tuned in towards Sean. ‘I want you,’ I whispered longingly, my hands now copying his and unashamedly roving over his hard body. I hadn’t really had a chance last night, because I’d been pinned down at his mercy, but Sean certainly didn’t seem to have issues with me touching him now, because groans of pleasure left his lips as my fingers explored and acquainted myself with the firm muscles of his chest and back.
‘No. Say it, Allie. Like you did before. Say it.’ I knew what he meant, but I was so unused to using swear words, let alone dirty talk during sex, that my face flushed from the very thought of it. God, I was regretting yelling the accusation at him earlier.
‘Oh God, I want you to …’ I tried again, but the words just wouldn’t come out, it would sound so … sordid, so dirty. So good.
‘Say it, Allie, come on.’ His hips thrust against me and I groaned as I felt the hard warmth of his erection pressing against my abdomen through our clothing. I wanted this man so much it hurt.
Swallowing back my nerves, I buried my face in his neck to avoid his eyes and sucked in a lungful of his delicious smoky, spicy scent, finally feeling courageous enough to whisper the words he wanted to hear. ‘I want you to f … fuck me.’ In response, his hands gripped me tighter in keenness, making me feel even braver and pushing this to a whole new level by adding a further challenge. ‘Fuck me better than any man ever has …’ I added hoarsely in a moment of madness.
Sean let out a primitive growl at my dare as his lips claimed mine in a fiercely possessive kiss and he bucked his groin against me several times, our hip bones clashing almost painfully. His tongue delved into my mouth, well and truly dominating mine as his hands roamed around my clothing, skilfully loosening and removing as he went.
The undressing happened so quickly that I barely registered it, and then, before I knew it, I was naked and panting on the barstool with my leggings and knickers dangling from one foot and a very naked, very aroused Sean pressed between my spread thighs. He was clad in nothing but a condom, which he had hastily pulled from his pocket and donned a second ago before immediately continuing to kiss and caress my exposed flesh almost lovingly.
One of his hands danced across my skin, teasing my stomach, breasts, and ticklish ribs before dipping back between my legs and swirling around my clitoris with slick, swift circles. ‘Christ, girl, you’re so wet for me.’
My eyes rolled shut at his words as I smiled and simply gave myself over to the power he held over me. ‘Conveniently, this bar stool also appears to be the perfect height,’ he murmured against my lips as his hands settled on my bottom and began to massage the flesh, making my clit pulse needily.
I needn’t have asked what the stool was the perfect height for, as Sean gripped my buttocks harder and pulled me forwards in one swift drag to impale me on his waiting cock. Bloody hell. Once again I found myself letting out a cry of surprise at his sudden delicious intrusion, but the sound mingled in my throat into one of lusty desire as Sean ground himself against the little bundle of nerves that had been so desperate for attention.
‘OK, my gorgeous girl?’ he asked urgently as he paused with his shaft buried fully inside me. The concern in his tone was incredibly touching, but surprisingly, I found that his size was less painful this time. Still stretching me, but just in a pleasurable way that allowed me to feel every inch and twitch of him inside me.
‘I’m good.’ Rolling my head back I let out a long, breathy moan. ‘God, it’s so good, Sean,’ I panted, meaning every word. Perhaps I was just adjusting to him. That, and adjusting to the more regular usage, of course.
Withdrawing to the tip, I prepared for him to hammer home like he had the previous times, but instead, he reached up, cupped my jaw to bring my head up so our eyes met, and as he smoothed my sweat-dampened hair back from my face, he smoothly thrust his hips forwards to stroke his length back inside me almost lovingly.
This position was fantastic. Fan-bloody-tastic. Sean continued with his controlled movements and tapped my calf muscles to guide me to wrap my legs around him, which I did happily. Clenching my thighs around him only seemed to bring him even deeper within me. This position honestly felt like the most intimate we’d been yet. He seemed so deep inside me that he hit all the right spots with each gentle thrust, and my trembling G-spot was thanking the gods for the position Sean had chosen. As well as that, because we were facing each other I could look into his eyes as he claimed me, and see the mutual desire reflected right back in his blue depths.
This was some intense stuff. Surely this went beyond mere sex? Perhaps not for Sean, but I think it was fair to say that it certainly did for me. The intimacy of our liaison soon had me swelling towards a huge climax and as his movements became more furious and jerky, I came around him, crying out but managing to maintain our gaze as Sean continued to stare into my eyes and draw out my orgasm with his skilled movements.
In the past I’d often found that looking at my partner during sex was a bit embarrassing, and usually tried to avoid it at all costs, but Sean clearly had no such issues; he had barely broken eye contact once the entire time, and surprisingly, I’d loved the tenderness that it had created between us. In fact, I think the only time he closed his eyes was when he threw back his head to climax. He rammed himself inside me so forcefully that it sparked a second, smaller climax from me and had me whimpering and burying my face into his neck as my body quivered and the bar stool rocked from his fierce thrusts.
Unable to muster up the energy to move, I stayed where I was, clinging to him like a limpet, still on a high but starting to dread the inevitable moment where he would pull out and effectively dismiss me like he had the last times. Talk about a glutton for punishment. After his almost affectionate behaviour I had a sinking suspicion that cold behaviour from him now was going to hurt far more than it had before.
To my surprise, however, Sean nuzzled my neck and wrapped his arms around me humming contentedly below my ear. ‘Hold on tight, gorgeous girl,’ he murmured, causing me to frown in confusion, but comply immediately by wrapping my arms around his neck and clinging on. Then, with his impressively semi-hard erection still buried inside me, Sean gently lifted me from the stool, adjusted his grip so he was supporting my weight below my bum, and turned to carry me upstairs.
