Pure Seduction

by Frank, Ella

  Luckily for me, I found a convenient escape for myself when I saw how much wine he was pouring into his glass.

  “Hey.” I took the bottle from him. “You said there were two dishes we were sampling tonight, didn’t you? Don’t fill up on this.”

  “Good point, and yes, the second one is the herb-crusted lamb chops.”

  “Nice pick, Mr. Chamberlin.”

  Noah smiled. “You love lamb. That one was a no-brainer.”

  My chest tightened at the sincerity in his eyes, and some part of me recognized the fact he’d remembered such a small detail should probably freak me out.

  “That’s right. It was always something special whenever Mom made it.” I smiled. It wasn’t always easy to do that when thinking of Mom, because I felt so robbed by her early passing. But this memory was a good one.

  “I remember. You used to always ask her for it on your birthdays and at Christmas.”

  “Also at Easter and Thanksgiving. Don’t forget that. When I want something, I make sure to take full advantage.”

  Noah eyed me and then took another sip of his wine. “A trait I hope you kept as an adult.”

  And just like that, all talk of the past fell away between us and was replaced by the present, as Noah stood, reached for my empty plate, and winked at me.

  “Don’t go anywhere.”

  Don’t go anywhere? Where would I go?

  I was about to be served my favorite meal by the sexiest man I’d ever been on a date with. I wasn’t going anywhere, and he knew that. At least not tonight, anyway.

  “Well, here it is,” Noah said as he re-entered the dining hall and placed a plate down in front of me. “The herb-crusted lamb chops with rappini, arugula, and spinach.”

  My mouth watered at Pete’s top-of-the-line cooking, and when Noah gestured to the wine bottles, I immediately pointed to the 2012 Merlot. He handed it to me along with the corkscrew, and then retook his seat.

  I was more than aware of his eyes on me as I uncorked the wine and reached for the proper glass.

  Noah closed his eyes and took a sip. “Hmm.” His sound of pleasure made my nipples harden and the throbbing between my legs return full force. “Now this is nice.”

  So was the red-hot sensation coursing through my body. I tightened my thighs beneath the table. Noah opened his eyes and locked them with mine, and I felt the proof of my desire soak the thin strip of lace I wore beneath my dress.

  “Laurel?”

  “Huh?” My breathing accelerated as I imagined him making that same sound of pleasure down on his knees, and suddenly the last thing I wanted was to eat herb-crusted lamb.

  Noah placed his glass on the table and pushed to his feet. My eyes fell to his lap, and oh shit, the material of his pants did nothing to hide the thick erection inside. He crooked a finger my way, and the meal sitting in front of me was completely forgotten.

  25

  Noah

  SOMETHING IN THE air had shifted between Laurel pouring me a glass of Merlot and right now, and if I were a betting man, I would say it was my enjoyment over the bold flavor of the wine.

  Whatever it was, I didn’t much care. Laurel was getting to her feet and moving around the end of the table. I reached for my jacket where it hung loose off her shoulders and slowly removed it. After tossing it over the back of the chair I’d just vacated, I reveled in the decadent picture she made in that slip of a dress with her nipples pressing hard and taut against the silky fabric.

  Fuck. I made a mental note to never forget the erotic picture she made, then trailed the back of my hand down her arm to her fingers. I interlaced mine with hers and then tugged her in tight to me. She gasped, placed her hands on my chest to steady herself, and tipped her face up to mine.

  I grinned. “Careful.”

  “Is that what you really want? For me to be careful?”

  “I think you already know the answer to that.”

  Her gaze lowered to my mouth. “Then why are we still talking?”

  I leaned down and brushed a kiss along her jaw. “Because I didn’t want to come on too strong.”

  “And what constitutes too strong? Almost making me come before I was even past the lobby?”

  I nuzzled in under her ear, and she tipped her head to the side for better access. “I did, didn’t I?”

  “Yes. So, what are you waiting for? Permission?”

  Hell no. But when she brought our joined hands between our bodies and flattened my hand between her legs, any control I’d been exhibiting finally snapped.

  “I’ve been aching for you since last night, Noah. And if you don’t finish what you started right now, I just might kill you.”

  I nipped at her lower lip. “Is that right?”

  Laurel moaned and rocked a little harder against my hand. “Yes.”

  “Feeling a little needy?”

  “Aren’t you?”

  I grabbed her ass and thrust my hard cock up against her. “What do you think?”

  Laurel smoothed her hands up behind my neck. “I think you want to get under my dress.”

  I groaned at her boldness, but I wasn’t shocked. Any woman that could wear the dress she had tonight had confidence in spades. But just so there was no mistake, I gripped the edge of the material and began to inch it up her thighs.

  “You’re right.” When the tight hem was bunched up high under her sweet ass, I traced a finger around her leg to the inside of her thigh. “I do want to get under there. With my fingers, my mouth, and my cock.” I slid my hand higher, and when my fingertips brushed up against her soaked panties, she sucked in a breath. “So let’s get started.”

  I crushed our mouths together in a savage kiss. The second our tongues touched and tangled, I stroked my finger over the wet lace covering her hot flesh, and Laurel thrust forward against my hand.

  I growled with pleasure. She gripped the back of my hair and tightened her thighs.

  “There you go,” I said. “Use me.” I rubbed the delicate lace between her swollen lips, and Laurel moaned her approval into my mouth.

  “More… I need more.”

  I pulled her panties to one side, and the second my fingers touched her bare flesh, Laurel bit into her lower lip and arched forward into me.

  “Christ, you’re fucking sexy,” I whispered against her cheek, then I licked a path right up to her ear. “And I bet you taste real sweet.”

  Laurel gasped, and her breasts pushed against my chest as her breathing increased. It was clear she wanted what I’d just promised. When I grazed my thumb over her clit, she clutched at my shoulders for purchase.

  “Let’s get you off your feet, yes?” Her eyes flared as I slowly removed my fingers. Then I cupped her ass and said, “Hang on.”

  I hitched her up my body until her legs were around my waist, then I turned and shoved the seat beside mine out of the way and set her down on the table. The second her ass hit the oak she sucked in another breath, but then she leaned back and rested on her palms.

  Her dress outlined the curves of her breasts as though painted on, and her nipples were all but begging to be sucked. Her bare legs were swinging down off the edge of the table, and when she slowly parted them I reached for my cock and squeezed it—hard.

  “Fucking hell, Laurel.”

  This was definitely not the sweet girl I’d once known. It appeared I was faced with a siren sent to torture me, as she reached down with her right hand and cupped herself between her thighs. I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants, and when I reached for the zipper, Laurel moaned.

  My dick was impossibly hard now. I shoved my hand inside and pulled myself free, and Laurel’s attention fell to my erection.

  “You want this?” I gave myself a couple of good tugs and smirked. “I don’t know if I believe you.”

  Laurel raised a sexy eyebrow that made my dick throb even harder. When I hooked my foot around the leg of the chair and tugged it in behind me, her daring eyes widened.

  “Why don’t you spre
ad your legs a little wider and prove it?”

  The second my ass hit the chair, Laurel sat up a fraction in shock. But I wasn’t about to have her back out now, nor did I want her thinking too hard. I smoothed my hands up and down her calves. As she began to get used to the idea, I draped one of her legs over my shoulder and kissed her knee.

  I hummed as I kissed my way up the inside of her thigh. I could smell her heady arousal, and it was as intoxicating as it was arousing. “Now this is what I call a good choice for a tasting.”

  When I reached the top of her leg where her dress was bunched, I took her hand and sucked her index finger into my mouth. Fucking delicious. Then I winked.

  “How about you hold this sexy dress out of my way, so I can really enjoy my meal?”

  And before she could answer, I lowered my head and flicked my tongue across her swollen clit.

  26

  Laurel

  THE CHANDELIER TWINKLED like a million stars as I lay across the dining table and sank into the overwhelming sensations flooding my body.

  I was grateful in that moment for the cooler temperatures of the caves. My blood felt like liquid fire as it ran through my veins. With my dress hiked up around my waist and one of my legs draped over Noah’s shoulder, I could only imagine the picture I made as he teased me mercilessly. He had one hand resting on my upper thigh, holding me wide as he kissed and licked the soft skin of my leg. Then he’d return to the apex of my pleasure where he’d sucked on my clit, making me cry out.

  My voice echoed off the cave walls surrounding us, and I glanced down to see Noah’s eyes locked on mine. His lips were swollen, wet with my desire, and the wicked glint in his dark stare told me he was as turned on as I was.

  Oh God. God. Where had the sweet, caring boy I’d given my virginity to gone? Because the man seated between my thighs at the dinner table sure as hell wasn’t him.

  Noah was all kinds of intense now. From his focus, to his appetite, he was hellbent on driving me out of my mind.

  Turning his head, Noah placed another kiss to the inside of my thigh, then he shoved back from the table and got to his feet. He stared down at me splayed out before him, fierce arousal in his eyes.

  My body knew that look. It understood what it was about to get. And when Noah reached for his thick cock and gave it a firm stroke, I reached down and pressed my hand between my thighs.

  When I slipped my fingers inside my panties, it was more than obvious I was ready for him. My hot, aching flesh throbbed as I rubbed my fingers against my sensitive clit. Noah licked his lips, and I slammed my eyes shut and slid a finger deep inside.

  “Jesus, Laurel.”

  The harsh sound of Noah’s voice made me reopen my eyes. I cupped my breast with my other hand, and a feral growl left his throat. He was close to losing his cool; I could tell by the color on his cheeks and the strained expression on his face. He looked pissed off, but I knew better. That look meant he was close to giving in.

  “Take it off,” he said. “I want to see you.”

  Every word out of Noah’s mouth made me wetter. I reached up to slip the strap of my dress off my shoulder, and Noah stepped forward until he was between my spread thighs.

  The cool air on my fevered skin felt amazing as my nipple tightened even more. Then Noah bent down and placed a palm on the table, and with his eyes on mine, he flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub and grinned.

  “Fuck, Laurel, you’ve got me harder than I’ve ever been.” Noah cupped my breast and teased me again.

  “Ah.” I wrapped a leg around his ass and arched up toward him, needing something, needing more. “Noah.”

  “Hmm?” he said over my nipple, and the warmth of his breath made a shiver race up my spine.

  “I need—” My words vanished as he sucked me between his lips. Then he released me with a soft pop and raised his head.

  “What? Tell me what you need.”

  I should’ve known he was going to tease me. Should’ve known he would make me beg. But I was done waiting, done with this game we’d been playing. I wanted him and I wanted him now, and I wasn’t going to be shy about that.

  I smoothed my hand down between us and took hold of the erection rubbing against my thigh. “This. I need this. Now.”

  Noah shifted a little up the table until his lips were hovering over mine. “Ask me nicely.”

  I bit at his lower lip. “That was nicely.”

  Seemingly satisfied with that answer, he pressed a hard kiss to my mouth and moved off me. I was about to protest until I looked up to see him pulling something from his wallet. He brought a small square packet to his teeth and tore it open.

  Damn, I was burning up. How that was possible when I was half-naked on a table in a subterranean cave, I had no idea. But when Noah reached down and sheathed his thick length, the fever only intensified.

  “I could watch you all damn night and never get tired of it.”

  I gently squeezed my breast and offered up my most provocative smile. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather you do, then watch.”

  Noah moved between my thighs, his eyes locked on mine, then guided the tip of his cock between my wet folds. I gasped at the intimate touch, but kept my stare locked with his.

  He rubbed himself up and down, getting the head nice and slick. “You’re so fucking wet. It’s going to be a nice, easy slide in here.”

  My breathing intensified as he guided my leg around his waist and reached for my hips.

  “You’re gonna want to hang on. I’m about to take you on rough ride.”

  That was all the warning I got before he shoved his hips forward and entered me. My cry was full of pleasure, as my body enveloped him and gripped him like a vise. I was more aroused than I’d ever been before, and the exquisite feeling of Noah inside me had my thighs flexing and my inner muscles tightening.

  “Do that again,” Noah said through gritted teeth, and when I did, he cursed. “Pull the other strap down. I want to see your beautiful breasts.”

  I lowered the material until it pooled at my waist and then reached for my hardened nipples and twisted.

  Noah’s jaw twitched and his hips punched forward, and the pleasure was so intense that my eyes slammed shut.

  “No. Keep them open,” he demanded. “That’s it. I want to watch you when you come. All of you.”

  A moan slipped free as he slowly pulled out and then tunneled back inside. I kneaded the soft curves of my breasts and grazed my thumbs over my nipples. When Noah leaned down to replace my fingers with his tongue, I arched up off the table to give him better access.

  He flicked and sucked at the sensitive nub, and I speared my hand through his hair to hold him close. My chest was heaving now, my body trembling as it clung to the intruder sliding in and out of it with such ease.

  “Noah,” I said, knowing I was close. He gave my nipple a final kiss and then straightened, then he slid his hands under my ass and began to move.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist and hooked them over one another so I had something to anchor me. Then I began to move with him, writhing atop the table, chasing the ultimate high. In and out, he took me over and over again, and when I reached down to finger my clit, a groan hit my ears.

  “Yes,” Noah said as I massaged the sensitive bundle of nerves. My fingers were soaked and so was he, and under any other circumstance I might’ve been embarrassed. But right here and now I felt nothing but power as Noah watched me masturbate for him.

  “Fuck, Laurel, I’m close.”

  So was I, and as he tunneled inside of me again, the orgasm hit, and my body clamped around him like a fist. A cry of pleasure ripped out of me, and I squeezed my legs tight, not willing to let him go until I was fully satisfied.

  As the wave finally ebbed and the ache eased, my legs relaxed and Noah withdrew. My eyes fluttered shut, and as I sank into the delicious lethargy washing over me, he wrapped a hand around my wrist and tugged me upright.

  My eyes flew open and I c
ame face to face with Noah. He leaned in and whispered against my lips, “My turn.”

  His words made my body throb with renewed interest, and I looked down between us to see his erection was thick, hard, and bare. Noah had removed the condom at some stage, and I couldn’t wait to touch him. I wrapped a hand around him and began to stroke, and when he leaned forward and said, “Harder,” I increased the pressure.

  I angled my neck, and Noah nuzzled in. He began to pump up into my fist, then brought his other hand up to knead my breast.

  “God,” I said as he twisted my nipple, and then I turned my head and took his mouth with mine. The kiss was desperate, passionate, and full of pent-up desire. Noah thrust into my fist hard and fast, and a second later he pulled back and groaned, coming all over my hand.

  He took a shuddering breath and rested his forehead on my naked shoulder. After a couple of minutes had passed, he looked me in the eye and smirked.

  “Damn. That was…”

  When he seemed to be at a loss for words, I nodded. “Yeah, it really was.”

  As silence settled in around us, and the reality of what I’d just done and with whom slammed into me, all of the doubts I’d shoved aside earlier came rushing back in.

  What had I done?

  Noah gently slipped the straps of my dress back in place, then he tucked himself in. “You know, I never imagined finding you again after all these years, especially back here. It’s—”

  “Crazy?” Because that was how this was starting to feel to me. Crazy, insane, like I’d lost my goddamn mind. What was I thinking letting things go this far?

  “Yeah, but in a great way. Don’t you think? Tonight was amazing. You can’t tell me it wasn’t.”

  I couldn’t, that was true. Everything had been perfect. From the location of the meal, to the unbelievably hot sex we’d just had on this VIP table. But as I realized where he was going with this, I knew I was too vulnerable to keep my walls up right now.

  I slipped off the table and gestured to myself. “I, um, I need to go and clean up a bit.”