He shrugged. “Quite frequently, but they aren’t my type. I like women with curves.” His golden-brown gaze slid from her eyes down to her breasts and stayed there. “Real curves.” His low voice dropped further, developing a husky rasp that would have melted her knees if she’d been standing up.
Leah gaped at him in pure astonishment. “Are you flirting with me?”
“Is it working?” Sebastian looked back up to her eyes, quirking a smile which revealed a surprising dimple in his cheek. “Yes, Leah, I’m flirting with you. Making a pass at you, expressing my interest… whatever you want to call it. Though hitting on you sounds a little crass, and I was trying to avoid that by waiting until after the wedding was over. Didn’t want to create any awkwardness for Heather and Sal if you turned me down.”
“Somehow, I get the impression you don’t get turned down very often,” Leah said drily.
Sebastian shrugged. “Not often. I rarely have to do the chasing, to be honest.”
“I bet.” He was blessed, after all, with the holy trifecta: money, good looks, and charm. She bet there were women throwing themselves at him on a daily basis. Hell, she’d witnessed several of the wedding guests doing just that. One or two of them had even been attending the wedding with their partners! “And yet, you’re flirting with me.”
“Didn’t I tell you? You’re confident, competent and gorgeous. How could I resist?” He was massaging her ankles again, long tanned fingers working slowly up her calves, pressing firmly into the tight muscles. It was dim in the faint glow from the elevator’s emergency lighting but she could see his amber eyes locked onto hers, his expression openly admiring.
“Leah the Irresistible.” She had to laugh at the thought, taking another swig of champagne and feeling suddenly reckless. “What are you waiting for, then? Stop resisting.”
Sebastian’s hands stilled. “I think you’ve had quite enough of that,” he said finally, reaching out to take the bottle from her. He frowned when he realized it was still almost full.
“Don’t worry, you’re not about to take advantage of a drunken woman.” Leah withdrew her feet from his lap and beckoned to him with a finger. “Come here, Sebastian Padilla. I’ve never had a millionaire make a pass at me before. It’d be rude to make me do all the chasing after this.”
“Oh, you’re quite right, we couldn’t have that,” he agreed, smiling at her coy smirk, and set the champagne bottle safely out of harm’s way in the corner. He sat beside her, their shoulders touching lightly. “This what you had in mind?” he queried, looking down at her. “Or was it more like this?” One hand cupped her cheek, turning her face toward him before he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers.
Chapter Three
Leah’s eyes drifted shut as Sebastian’s warm mouth moved slow and sure over hers. She parted her lips without conscious thought, felt his tongue stroke sensually into her mouth, and moaned deep in her throat.
“Fuck, Leah,” Sebastian tore his mouth from hers and swore raggedly. “Fuck, hearing you make noises like that… all I can think about is what noises you’d make for me in bed.”
She peered up at him through her lashes, lips parted and wet, breath coming quickly. “I bet I could get some pretty good noises out of you, too,” some wicked imp made her say, and she put a hand on his thigh.
He did indeed make a very intriguing noise at that, a strangled sort of yelp, before hauling her suddenly up to sit facing him astride his lap, her slim-fitting skirt riding up almost to her hips. Strong hands landed on her ass, gripping the rounded flesh firmly as he yanked her hard against his body.
Leah’s eyes just about rolled back in her head with pleasure. Sebastian made an impatient sound against her mouth before he yanked her skirt up the rest of the way, filling his hands with her ass, squeezing and kneading. He groaned as he explored, finding that she wore only a tiny thong - anything else would spoil the line of her dress, she’d told herself as she spent a fair chunk of her advance payment on some gorgeous new underwear. Money well spent, she concluded now, as Sebastian’s fingers traced the lacy material in between her thighs.
What the hell am I doing? Leah wondered as Sebastian’s mouth left hers and he ducked his head to kiss her neck, suckling the tender skin between his lips. The thought was fleeting, though, because it felt really good to be held against him like this, her breasts pressed against his chest, his strong hands kneading her ass, and a thick hardness poking at her through his pants, letting her know he was just as aroused by what they were doing as she was.
I’m having a damn good time, that’s what, she thought and threw caution to the wind, putting one hand on the back of his neck, guiding his mouth closer to that sensitive spot just below her ear. The other arm she crooked up behind her and grasped the zipper on her dress.
The whirr of the zipper sliding down had Sebastian gasping, hips jolting against her even as he pulled back to look her in the eyes. “We doing this here?” he asked hoarsely.
“Good way to pass the time until we get rescued, huh?” Leah smirked at him. He chuckled before nodding, hands leaving her ass and gliding up her sides to grasp the short sleeves of her dress, pulling them down over her arms. Leaving his face almost pressed into her lush cleavage, spilling out over the lacy cups of her balconette bra.
“Oh my god, you have the most glorious tits,” Sebastian groaned hoarsely before giving in and burying his face in them.
Leah chuckled softly and pulled her hands out of her sleeves, reaching up to grasp his head in both hands, holding him in there until he thought he might suffocate from sheer delight. His six o’clock shadow had to be rasping against the delicate skin, but she seemed to be enjoying herself, letting out soft little gasps and whimpers as he mouthed at the upper slope of her bountiful breasts. It wasn’t enough, though, he wanted more, so he moved his hand to the center of her back and unhooked the clip.
Leah’s breasts spilled free as her bra loosened; impatiently she lifted her arms and dragged it off, flinging it aside carelessly. She hadn’t even brought her arms back down before Sebastian latched onto one plump nipple, dragging it into his mouth and tonguing it impatiently, teasing it roughly up to a pouting, aching nub. Leah clung to his broad shoulders as he suckled, sensation zinging along her nerves, making her feel as though there was a direct line from her breast to her groin.
Sebastian switched his attention to her other breast, bringing his hand up to palm the one he’d just abandoned, catching her nipple between his finger and thumb and rolling it firmly, tugging until she moaned, testing just how much pressure she liked. Quite a lot, he quickly discovered, and used the edge of his teeth on her nipple to make her cry out, her fingers tightening in his thick hair. She wasn’t trying to pull him off, though, and her hips grinding against his told him she was definitely enjoying what he was doing. He could feel heat and dampness through the layers of clothing between them; in fact, he suspected she might be leaving a wet spot on his trousers, not that he gave a damn about that. The mere thought of the slick juices he might find between her thighs had his cock hardening almost to the point of pain. He wanted to taste her. Right now.
“Stand up,” he requested hoarsely, pulling back from her breast. “Stand up, I want to see you…”
Leah obeyed, scrambling to her feet on slightly shaky legs, putting her hands on the elevator’s brass handrail to support herself. Sebastian reached up and eased her dress down over her hips; she brought her feet together briefly to kick out of it. Wearing only a lacy thong, she stood astride his body and smirked down at him. “Well?”
“You are absolutely magnificent,” he told her with complete honesty, before he pushed himself up to his knees, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and pressed his face against her mound, mouthing over the damp lace.
“Oh my god.” Leah had to tighten her grip on the handrail as Sebastian nuzzled the lacy scrap of her panties aside, tongue flicking out to taste her. She met her own eyes briefly in the mirrored wall, but it was too much; the woman looking ba
ck at her with kiss-swollen lips and a lustful expression on her face didn’t look like her at all. She looked down instead, at Sebastian’s dark head between her thighs, the open admiration in his eyes as he gazed up at her, his tongue parting delicate folds to find the hidden nub he sought.
Leah moaned long and loud as his hot tongue flicked over her clit. Sebastian smiled against her before setting up a rhythm of quick laps, tasting her musky juices as she shifted her legs further apart to grant him better access. One thumb held her panties out of the way while the fingers of the other hand snuck between her thighs to stroke a teasing circle around her entrance.
Her knees trembled, desperate whimpers spilling from her lips as he slowly pushed one finger deep inside her, right up to the last knuckle, before withdrawing completely and pressing back in again. The third time he pushed back in, there were two fingers.
It had been a long time since there had been anything other than her own fingers inside her, and Sebastian’s felt oh so much better, thicker and longer, stronger than her own, able to achieve a far better angle than she could ever manage. He crooked them deftly in a beckoning gesture, drumming his fingertips on that sensitive spot deep inside her that was just too hard to reach on her own, and Leah’s eyes rolled back in her head.
“Yes,” she said gutturally, “don’t stop…”
He didn’t say a word, just kept working with his hot tongue and those long, talented fingers. She came in a sudden rush of sensation, her whole body quaking with the release, hands white-knuckled on the railing as she clung tightly to avoid just collapsing in a heap. She heard a wet sound and managed to force her eyes open enough to look down and see Sebastian licking at his fingers, making a pleased noise as he tasted her juices on them.
“Oh god, that’s just too dirty,” Leah panted. He grinned up at her and reached up to tug on her thighs, drawing her down towards him. She let her knees buckle and sagged rather ungracefully onto his lap, pressing her face against his neck. He was still almost fully dressed, she recognized vaguely, whereas she was down to nothing more than a thong he’d already proved might as well not be there for all the use it had been in covering her up.
Boneless with the pleasure still coursing through her body, Leah lay slumped against Sebastian for several minutes, her breathing and pulse gradually slowing to their normal pace. He seemed completely unbothered by having her lie on him, just nuzzling gentle kisses against her bare shoulder while one hand stroked slowly over her flank. He was still very much aroused, she could feel his erection pressing against her through his pants, but he seemed to be in no hurry about it. At last, she leaned back to look him in the eye.
“Want to do something about this?” Slipping her hand between them, she laid her hand over the swollen bar beneath his zipper.
“We could, but it might get messy. I don’t have any condoms with me,” Sebastian told her bluntly.
Leah snickered at that. “What, you? Really? Mr. I’m In Control Of Everything At All Times doesn’t carry a condom in his wallet?”
“Certainly I do. Unfortunately, it’s in my suite right along with my phone.” He smiled up at her, unconcerned at her teasing. “Didn’t figure I’d need it at a hotel where everything is on my tab anyway.”
She smiled at that, nodding. “Well, it might just be your lucky day.” Leaning sideways, she snagged the strap of the camera bag she’d been carrying around like an oversized purse. “Because I am prepared.” From the side pocket where she kept spare memory cards, she produced a foil packet and held it up with a flourish.
“Alright, color me impressed,” Sebastian’s grin widened as he took the packet from her fingers. “You’re sure you want to do this here?”
“Why not,” Leah shrugged, glancing at the watch which was still on her wrist. “It’s likely to be at least another hour before we get rescued. I can’t think of any more fun ways to pass the time, can you?”
“Oh hell no.”
She shifted off his legs to let him get up to undress, reaching for the bottle of champagne and taking a swig as she watched him unabashedly.
Sensing her appreciation, Sebastian didn’t tear his clothes off as he would have preferred, but took his time, removing his cufflinks and stowing them in a pocket of his discarded jacket, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and spreading it open.
He knew how he looked, how women reacted to him, but it was rare that he felt a reciprocal attraction. Leah, with her curvaceous body and her fierce determination, made him react in a way he hadn’t in longer than he cared to recall. Looking at her sprawled on the floor of the elevator, propped at her ease on one elbow drinking champagne from the bottle, he felt another moment’s regret. He’d wanted his first time with her to be on silken sheets, not a hard floor; he wanted to take the time to explore her luscious body, her reactions to his lovemaking.
There was no reason he couldn’t still have that, he thought, discarding the last of his clothes and standing before her naked and proud, watching her green eyes widen, pupils dilating with lust. No reason they couldn’t go on up to his suite after the elevator was fixed and spend the rest of the night enjoying each other. And the following day for that matter, it was Sunday tomorrow and he’d booked in for Sunday night as well…
“Very nice,” Leah’s drawl interrupted his train of thought. “But do you know what to do with it?”
Sebastian had to laugh. She was so charmingly unaffected, not intimidated at all by his power and wealth. She hadn’t backed down an inch when they were arguing over wedding arrangements and she clearly wasn’t going to now either.
“Oh, I know what to do with it.” He wrapped a hand around his cock and jacked it a few times, not that he needed it; he’d been hard as a rock ever since the elevator doors slid closed and shut them in together. Ripping the condom open, he rolled it on before going to his knees; he had to suppress a wince at the cold marble floor of the elevator, but Leah’s ass was on it and she wasn’t complaining, so he was damned if he’d show any discomfort. He allowed himself one more wistful thought of the luxurious, almost sinfully comfortable bed in his suite before moving between Leah’s legs, pressing her thighs wide and gazing down at her as she lay back and relaxed, smiling up at him.
“Want some?” She offered the champagne bottle. He accepted it with a grin and took a gulp before leaning forward and tilting the bottle, pouring a little champagne between her breasts, leaning down to chase the droplets with his tongue.
Leah laughed and squirmed as the cool champagne dribbled over her skin, gasping as Sebastian’s hot mouth followed, licking all around her breasts before his lips latched onto her nipple, suckling and tugging. Heat sparked through her again and she shuddered, arching up towards him.
“Sebastian,” she gasped his name, reaching to touch his face, her hands landing on his shoulders. He was a work of art; she’d watched in sheer admiration as he disrobed, gazing at the solid muscles of his chest and shoulders, the flat planes of his belly. And his cock, that was certainly worth admiring too, thick and generous in length. “Please…” She wanted that cock inside her, filling her up.
“Yeah?” He hooked a hand under her knee, hitching it up, opening her wide to him. “You want it, Leah? Want a good fucking? How do you like it?” He was teasing the tip of his cock around her entrance now, wetting it with her juices, pressing in just a little way before pulling back again.
“Hard,” she said breathlessly, trying to pull him closer, pull him into her. “Don’t tease, Sebastian…”
“I got you,” he promised, before his hips suddenly lunged forward and he drove deep inside her.
Leah’s back bowed and she dug her fingernails into his shoulders, sobbing with pure pleasure as Sebastian’s cock filled her tight channel.
He froze, lifting his head and cupping her cheek in his hand. “Leah, did I hurt you?”
“No!” She clawed at him, wrapping her legs around his lean hips, pressing her heels against his tightly muscled ass to urge him on. “More!”
He laughed roughly. “Oh, honey. I got more.”
He did indeed, but the slippery marble floor meant he couldn’t quite get the necessary leverage. Not until Leah flung her arms up over her head to brace herself against the wall, anyway, and then he hooked his elbows under her knees and lifted her ass into his lap.
“That’s it,” Sebastian grated out, hips pumping fast as he watched Leah’s eyes flutter shut, her lips parted, soft little wails and moans spilling out of her. “That’s it, honey. Come on. Let me feel you.” He worked his arm further around her thigh, got his thumb over her clit, and started rubbing it in quick little circles. “I want to feel you come on me.”
“You’re not going to have to wait long if you keep doing that,” Leah managed to gasp out. “Oh my god that’s so good oh oh OOOHHHHHH!”
Sebastian was very glad she was so close to the edge; it meant he didn’t have to try to cling to the fraying edges of his own sorely-tested control. As soon as he felt the rippling tug of Leah’s internal muscles he sped up his pace, slamming into her roughly until he felt the familiar tingle at the base of his spine, the spreading heat of his climax as his seed jetted hotly from his cock into her welcoming heat.
“Christ.” He stilled, leaning forward over Leah, breathing hard. “Oh, damn. Leah.”
He felt her fingers against his face, stroking lightly over his cheek, her fingertips soft against the roughness of his sprouting stubble. Turning his head, he caught a finger with his lips, kissing it lightly before pulling slowly out of her.
Chapter Four
“Ouch, fuck, my knees.”
Leah had to giggle as Sebastian groaned painfully and collapsed to sit down. “Floor’s pretty hard, huh?”
“Your ass alright?” He grinned at her as he removed the condom carefully and tied a knot to close it.
“Yeah.” She felt kind of awkward lying there with her legs spread, so she sat up again and pressed her knees together primly, lifting them up to her chest as she leaned back against the wall. It was a defensive sort of posture, and Sebastian must have recognized that she felt a little vulnerable just at that moment, because he reached for his discarded jacket.
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