Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
S ebastian
Damn, I’d never felt so hungry in my entire life.
Kacey was beautiful and with the excellent observation skills I’d grown during my years in business, I knew she was lovely on the inside as well. Perhaps too much so for her to place a few hours of trust into a man like me. While she was doing her best to seem disinterested, her body told no lies.
She was fully aroused.
And I was a predator.
She was too young, too innocent, but my cock didn’t care. If I was a decent guy, which I wasn’t, I’d walk away without laying a single finger on her. But the moment we were inside the elevator, my control was already shot.
I pinned her against the back wall, dropping my head so I could nuzzle against the side of her long neck. She cooed as she gripped both arms, arching her body toward me in a blatant and far too tempting invitation.
Her soft gasps as I rolled my hands down her sides were a sheer gift and one I wasn’t used to receiving. I nipped her ear just as the slight blip indicated we’d arrived at our floor.
Her floor.
A woman I didn’t know and shouldn’t find myself involved with. Even for one night.
I brushed the tips of my fingers across the soft skin of her face, reminded of just how young she was. Yet she offered a clear indication of her desires, which both matched and embroiled mine.
“Which way?” I growled as soon as we stepped from the elevator.
She pointed to the end of the hallway, already fumbling to find the room key. As soon as she stepped out, I placed my hand on the small of her back. It wasn’t just a protective gesture, but a possessive one.
As she slowed and I sensed we’d neared the door to her hotel room, I tried one last time to convince myself to walk away. But it wasn’t possible. She’d awakened something inside of me I’d purposely put on ice.
Once inside, she tossed her purse onto the dresser and turned to face me, all the while taking small steps away. There was no fear in her eyes, only apprehension while asking herself the same question I’d done of my behavior seconds before. But the curl of her soft lips and her labored breathing were a clear indication she was as aroused as I was.
My cock was pulsing, already feeling the discomfort from pushing hard against my trousers. The hot desire we both felt might damn us, but at this point, I didn’t give a shit.
“Take off your dress,” I commanded as I yanked my jacket from my arms, pitching it across the dresser’s surface.
Kacey blinked, but did as I’d ordered, slowly wiggling the thin material up her hips to her shoulders.
I’d experienced beautiful women before, but the moment she exposed the sweet curves I’d envisioned, my balls tightened as the desire turned into something maddening. I needed to be inside of her, to feel the wet heat that was keeping my cock throbbing to the point of pain. Her scent was intoxicating, her needs rivaling my own.
The moment I growled in appreciation, her body trembled from the sound. Her mouth was twisted as she peered down at me, watching as I yanked my tie to one side. The expression on her lovely face fueled the need to undress quickly, my shoes kicked to the side. Her eyes fell to the single tattoo on my arm, her breath skipping as it had done before.
After pitching my shirt away, I gave myself a few seconds to enjoy her lush body. She had full breasts delicately hidden by the thick lace material of her bra. With her long legs, the thong she was wearing accentuated every angle. I envisioned them wrapped around my body as I fucked her.
I removed my trousers, the boxers going with them. The fact she was standing in front of me wearing only a black bra and matching panties made my mouth water.
“Come here,” I ordered, keeping my voice low and commanding.
Her eyes never left mine as she approached, moving cautiously until she was only inches away. I caught a whiff of her perfume, the light citrusy fragrance a perfect fit for her spunky personality. The smell also fueled the fire already burning deep in my system. It had been years since I’d been this aroused.
Although I sensed I could lose all control with her, I wanted this to last. I traced her bellybutton with a single finger before rubbing the flat of my hands up her tight stomach. While she had curves in all the right places, her slender body was another jabbing reminder of just how young she was. But I couldn’t help myself. There was no turning back now.
I cupped both her breasts, flicking my thumbs across her already taut nipples. The soft moan she issued was sweet music. She had her head tilted back, keeping her soft green eyes fixed on mine. Her look indicated pure need, but it wasn’t nearly as great as mine.
As soon as I pinched her nipples, she closed her eyes until her long lashes were skimming across the shimmer of her cheeks. With her moan more ragged than before, the devil inside of me surfaced.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Uh-huh.”
“So you like it rough?”
Her answer was a slow upturn of her lips. She took another step toward me without needing any command, slowly placing one palm then the other on my chest. Her touch was white-hot and searing. Every sound she made was precious.
I wanted to spend hours exploring every inch of her body, but knew we didn’t have that kind of time. I wouldn’t be here in the morning because she wouldn’t want me to be.
But at least I had right now, this rapidly increasing heat of desire that had exploded between us. The way she kneaded my chest kept me on fire. She was so rare in that she was so real. Even in a town like St. Louis, a significant number of women, while gorgeous, were plastic in both their bodies and their attitudes.
Not this woman.
She was the real deal.
I curled my hands around to her back, needing only a single finger to unfasten her bra. As I pulled the material away, her face flushed from embarrassment. Her reaction was the cutest thing I’d seen in a long time.
“So fucking beautiful,” I whispered and gently placed the piece of lingerie on the dresser. She acted as if she was going to cover her breasts, but I stopped her, lowering my head as I cupped both once again. “Hold on, my perfect diamond. You’re not in control. I am. If you want something, you’re going to need to ask me nicely.”
“Fuck me,” she demanded instead.
“I said ask nicely.” I pulled away and she gasped.
“Please fuck me, sir. Please.”
“That’s better.”
Kacey was still quivering, her arms covered by goosebumps, and the moment I flicked my tongue around her nipple, she threw her head back. Every sound she made kept me on fire, the longing intensifying until I had difficulty breathing.
“Tell me what you want again. I need to hear it,” I growled before sucking on her tender bud.
“You.”
“How?” I bit down on her nipple and she dug her long nails into my arms. They were marked and I’d enjoy looking at them for a day or two. A reminder that I wasn’t dead.
“I want you to fuck me. Pretty please?” Her words were muffled, almost inaudible.
“What did you say?” I lifted my head briefly, locking eyes with hers.
“I said,” she whispered and swallowed before completing her sentence. “Fuck me.”
I growled in response as my cock pulsed and I pulled her other nipple between my teeth. Her hold remained, her rounded hips shifting back and forth as soon as I bit down. Her soft mews kept my body electrified. As I pulled her taut bud into my mouth, I sensed her reaching for my cock.
Her fingers wrapped around my cockhead and my resolve began to shatter. I couldn’t be gentle with her. There was no chance in hell I could keep that much control.
“Oh, yes.”
Why did her whimpers fuel every need? I slid my fingers past the thin elastic of her thong, rolling the tips back and forth across her heated skin.
She brushed her other hand up the length of my arm, tangling them in my hair. Even her hold was possessive, our needs coming close to consuming us.
Our labored sounds continued as I eased my fingers down to her soft pussy, teasing her clit. She jutted her hips forward and she twisted the hand in my hair.
“I ache for you,” she whispered.
“You’ll have me.” My patience waning, I rolled her thong past her hips, taking my time pushing it to the floor. She first kicked out of her heels before stepping from the tight confines of her panties. With her standing completely naked, I found myself utterly breathless. “Are you wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Do you hunger for me to taste you?”
Her laugh was laced with nervousness and all she had the courage to do was to nod.
I suddenly wondered if she was a virgin. Was she that young? I rolled my hand between her legs, curling the tips of my fingers as I caressed her heated, soft tissue. “So damn hot, Kacey. I knew you’d be.” As soon as I stuck a single finger past her swollen folds, her entire body tensed.
Damn, the woman was tight.
She seemed to sense my hesitation, the blush on her face now a deep red. “I’m no virgin.”
“I’m big.”
“That’s what I want. Fill me. Just fuck me.”
I had every intention of doing so, but I needed a taste of her. Although one might never be enough. As I slowly dropped to my knees, she placed her other hand on top of my head. Her mouth was twisted, the nerves remaining. I pushed her legs open wide before rolling the palms of my hands up from her muscular calves to her thighs. The scent of her longing was driving me wild.
The second I pinched her clit, she slapped one hand over her mouth as if to keep from screaming. Goddamn, there was nothing more I’d like to hear than the sound of her sultry voice calling out my name. She wiggled, the action pushing her pussy closer to my face.
I inhaled her sweet perfume and pushed a single finger inside. Her muscles clamped around the thin invasion and I could only imagine the feeling of her pussy gripping my dick. I continued to roll the rough pad of my thumb around her clit, slowly lifting my gaze to catch her reaction.
Her eyes were half closed, her lips forming a perfect ‘O.’ While there was little more I hungered for than having her wet mouth wrapped around my cock, I craved her sweet pussy more.
When I added a second finger, flexing them open to stretch her, she bucked hard against my hand. The move was so damn sexy my breath skipped.
Her hand slowly fell to my shoulder, clinging to me as if fearful she would fall. I blew across her wetness until she moaned before adding a third and fourth finger. As I pumped gently, I watched her every reaction and the way her body strained as pleasure rolled through her.
I wanted her to come. I craved having my fingers and tongue covered with her sweet juice. My actions became more skillful, but rougher as I thrust hard and deep.
She jutted her hips forward again, tossing her hair back and forth as she panted. The sound was as beautiful as the woman herself.
I darted my tongue around her clit several times. She tasted like sweet cherries in the spring, ripe and juicy. As I sucked on her tender bud, she laughed nervously. I could easily spend hours just hearing her sighs.
My entire body remained tense as I shifted my tongue so I could lick all the way down her sweet pussy. I rolled my thumb around her clit to keep it ultra-sensitive as I feasted on her, taking my time to savor every drop.
Her moans became louder, her trembling turning into shaking. She was close, so close. I continued licking until I sensed a climax ready to rush into her.
“Come for me, princess. I want you to come on my tongue.”
“I… I can’t. Not like this.” She raked her hand through her hair.
I gripped both legs, burying my face for a few additional seconds. “You will. With me. Now.”
Whether my command was the reason, or she simply couldn’t hold back any longer, her body began to shake violently as she released. Now all ten fingers were gripping my shoulders, her nails tearing at my skin.
“Sebastian. Oh, my God.”
The way she moaned my name added additional fuel. I continued driving three fingers inside while I pinched her clit with my thumb and forefinger. The single orgasm flew into a second, her lips still in the perfect ‘O’ as she swayed forward and backward.
She exploded for me a second time. Her juice trickled past my lips, but I refused to stop. Not until she was finished. Her husky cry meant everything. I shifted my hand to her legs, keeping her aloft as she continued to come. When she slowly slipped from the moment of ecstasy, I kissed first one then the other inner thigh before slowly rising to my full height.
Her eyes were still half closed. I slid my hand around her long neck, pulling her against the heat of my body. She didn’t fight me as I lowered my head. I was so hungry I couldn’t think clearly, but I craved tasting her mouth as I’d just done with her pussy.
Yet the moment I captured her mouth, she stiffened completely, barely reacting when I thrust my tongue inside. When she didn’t loosen up, I pulled away, leaning back my head.
“What’s wrong?”
“No kissing.” She pushed away and I let her, still drinking in her scent.
“Why?”
She darted a look at me. “Because it’s too personal and I don’t want to get hurt.”