Tease Me

Chapter 10

My heart pounded in my ears as I waited for a birthday miracle.

A small smile curled at the edges of Sebastien mouth as he held his right hand toward me. “S”il vous pla?t, madame, puis-je avoir cette danse?”

I had no idea what he’d said, but every word of it sounded perfect. I allowed him to take my hand and guide me into the room. His other hand caressed the small of my back, and he yanked me toward him. Facing each other we were joined at the hips—literally.

My breath left me as I looked up into green eyes that devoured me with their intensity.

Sebastien slipped my bag to the floor and put one arm around my shoulder. His hips manipulated me in a move that I’d never experienced before, and we glided into the room. Our feet were as one as he twirled me around, the whole time keeping us glued together.

I was transported to another world, swallowed up by the tangible sexuality of this gorgeous man. We crossed the room, moving as one, keeping pace to music that only he heard. Near the spiral staircase, he paused, eased over to one side, and dipped me back. The swiftness of the move had me gasping, yet I felt completely safe in his arms.

As I looked up into his eyes, he reached toward my neck with his free hand, and with fingers as soft as a lover’s touch, he gracefully removed the shawl from around my neck. Every inch of my body tingled with desire.

It wasn’t just the way he held me, the way he touched me—it was the way he looked at me as if he could really, truly see into my soul.

I didn’t get to savor that moment though as he raised me upright again, gripped me in his magnificent arms, and whisked me around the room. I pressed my palm to his back and felt every defined muscle with his movements.

I had no idea how he was doing this as I was a terrible dancer. The only way to get me to dance usually involved alcohol. Sebastien, however, was a skilled artist, painting the floor with his light-footed moves and guiding me along with him. My boobs jiggled in time to his steps, and the sensuality of the dance had my insides squirming for more. I forgot about my enormous heels and my uncoordinated legs and let him lead me around the decadent penthouse furniture with ease.

Together we crossed the room, and near the front door he flicked off a few lights, casting us into elegant darkness. He caressed me again, and we twirled and danced, spinning around until I giggled with dizziness.

Suddenly, he dipped me back, and this time he raised one finger, touched it to my lips, and then glided it over my chin and down my neck. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes as he trailed it down between my breasts.

My breathing quickened as he held me there, exploring my torso with excruciatingly slow precision. He tugged the knot at my hip, and before I knew it, my dress fell away.

I snapped my eyes open, and Sebastien rose me to my feet and spun me around. Two seconds later my dress was off, and I didn’t know whether to giggle or gasp.

He twirled his hand in the air. “Il est magique, oui?”

I blinked at him. I had no idea what he’d said, but if Sebastien kept talking to me like that, I’d let him do whatever he wanted.

When he frowned, I thought that maybe he needed a response.

“I . . . I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you said.”

“Oh, of course. I said it was magic.”

I laughed, and his smile just made this incredibly sexy man even more so.

He stepped forward and stood barely two inches away. As I studied every aspect of his handsome face, he in turn studied me. We were no longer strangers; it was as if we’d known each other for a lifetime. I reached out to undo the buttons on his vest and he let me. Our breaths fell in time to each button I released.

Free now, I reached into the vest and placed my hands on his chest. The bulging muscles beneath the cotton fabric were everything I’d anticipated.

I glided the vest off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Turning my attention to the shirt, I undid those buttons too, eager to see what new surprises were in store for me. As I undid the last button and peeled the shirt apart, I was not even close to prepared for what I saw.

This was male perfection. Every possible muscle was defined with intricate detail. An artist could not have created a more magnificent specimen.

I eased his shirt off and gasped. Sebastien had his left nipple pierced and dangling beneath the tiny ring was a diamond stud. As I reached up and glided my finger beneath the jewel, I felt his gaze upon me. I’d never been with a man with a body piercing, and I had no idea what I could do with it.

Embarrassed by my naiveté, I stepped back to take in the full picture of the man before me. He reached out and glided the thin straps off my shoulder, first the left, followed by the right. Then, using both hands he guided my teddy down my body, revealing my nakedness with measured control.

My breathing increased as my breasts were exposed. My breaths hit a whole new level when Sebastien leaned over and rolled his tongue around my right nipple. He curled his arm around my back, eased me over and held me there as his tongue and lips savored my hardened buds. To be held in his arms like that was easily one of the most erotic moments of my life.

We stood again, and he returned to my teddy, lowering it over my hips to reveal my sex. He paused, leaning in, and as he inhaled, I drove my fingers through his long hair. His fingers trailed down my legs, drawing the flimsy lace with them until it was off completely.

Sebastien held onto my hand, and warmth crossed between our palms as he stepped back to look at me. I was wearing nothing but my killer stilettos. They were meant to be the first thing I removed. His gaze was intense, his lips slightly parted as if he were about to say something. His chest rose and fell with every breath he took, and the bulge in his pants was unmistakable.

He ran his tongue over his lips. “Oh mon dieu, tu es belle.”

My legs turned to jelly. If he continued talking, I would have an orgasm right there and then. With the silent clock ticking in my head, I knew I had to get this going. As much as I’d rather stay here and do this all night long, I couldn’t.

I stepped toward him and reached for his belt. Without the grace he’d exhibited, I undid it along with his pants button and his zipper and yanked the final pieces of clothing from his body.

It was my turn to step back and inspect the male perfection before me. Sebastien was truly a masterpiece. His cock, protruding from his body and pointing right at me, was the central showpiece, and I wanted that work of art inside me right now.

I reached for his glorious pole, wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and glided my hand over the smooth skin. Sebastien put his arm around me, and the next second the two of us were dancing across the carpet again. Our hips weren’t wedged together this time—that would be impossible with the extra bulge he now had. Instead, we were side by side as we waltzed toward his bed.

With an arm beneath my back, he lowered me to the covers and laid me down with my head on the pillow. I dug my heels into the quilt and raised my hips, showing I was ready to receive my birthday present.

Sebastien kneeled beside me, and I reached for his cock. As I threaded my hand up and down his shaft, he wrapped his hand around my breast and squeezed. His other hand curled down my body and slipped between my legs. I raised my hips higher, spread my thighs apart and he slipped a finger into me, first one, then another.

His cock grew in my hand, and as I continued my own manipulation, I studied every muscle in his torso which now glimmered with a fine sheen, enhancing his already amazing body.

I raised and lowered my hips in time to his thrusts, and with his other hand working its magic on my breast, my insides created their own magic, and I cried out as an orgasm pulsed through me.

Sebastien continued to rub until every last ounce of my lust was finished.

It was sensational. It was freaking mind-blowing.

On his knees, he wriggled around so he was between my legs.

“Wait.” I propped up on my elbows to look down my body at him. “You need a condom. Bring me my bag.”

He glided across the room as if floating on air, and when he bent over to collect my bag from the floor I was treated to a truly magnificent sight. The term ‘buns of steel’ was made for Sebastien De Marco.

The diamond below his nipple caught in the dimmed lights as he walked back to me. When he crawled up from the end of the bed the jewel jiggled and glimmered with his movements. I looked down my body at him, and as he paused between my legs, Sebastien raised up on his knees and made a show of tearing open the condom packet and rolling it onto his rock-hard shaft.

This usually discreet act was now a grand spectacle commanding my attention.

He crawled forward, positioning his narrow hips between my knees, then fell toward me, planting his hands on either side of my breasts so he hovered above me. The bulges in his biceps held him in position.

His hair tumbled around his face, framing him in a dark, messy halo. His nipple ring was right there, and I reached up and tugged on it, but he winced, and I quickly let go.

“Non, non, le faire à nouveau, il est bon.”

I wished I hadn’t touched his piercing and with no idea what he’d said, I rose my hips, showing him I was ready.

“It’s good. Do it again.” He spoke in English this time.

“Oh.” I reached up, and with the diamond between my finger and thumb, I gently tugged on it again. He groaned, his eyes rolled, and the head of his cock nudged my opening.

I parted my legs, ready for his glorious masterpiece to give me my birthday present. Hovering above me like an act in a magic show and maintaining eye contact, he entered me. He plunged slow and deep, allowing me to feel every throbbing inch of him until he was right up to the hilt.

He paused there, our eyes still locked, our breathing mingled, and deep inside me his cock bulged. It was an exquisite move that had my insides tingling.

He pulled out, pausing when his cock was right at the very tip. The heat of his crown nudged my pussy, and I adjusted my hips, silently begging him to drive that jackhammer into me again.

And he did. All the way in, fast and hard, once, twice, three times. Then he stopped, pulled out to the edge, closed his eyes, clenched his jaw, and sucked air through his teeth. His torso was as hard as his swollen cock. Every magnificent inch was loaded with tension. His long, dark hair cascaded over his shoulders and tickled my breasts.

This time, when he entered me, he rotated his hips as he penetrated, and that simple move touched something unique inside me. He pulled out and did it again, pivoting his hips, and with each stroke I grew more sensitive.

Is that my G-spot?

I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Whatever he was doing, he could go right on doing it.

And he did.

Over and over, he corkscrewed into me, increasing his pace with each plunge. I pulled my knees up, raising my bottom off the bed, and that set off a firecracker.

I clawed the sheets. I clawed at his back. I was at his orgasmic mercy, and he drew out every ounce of my lust.

My birthday orgasm was everything it should be—out of this world. Epic.

Sebastien cried out. His final thrusts were fast. Hard. And performed like a perfectly choreographed dance.

He fell onto my chest, and as I drove my fingers through his hair we remained as one until our breathing returned to normal.

It was a very long time before he rolled off me. With a jolt, I remembered where I should be and pushed up from the bed.

“Wow,” I said as I rolled my legs off the side and planted my heels on the floor. Then I stood on wobbly legs and set about finding my bits and pieces scattered around the penthouse.

Sebastien propped up on an elbow and pulled a pillow down to cover his groin. “So, is it really your birthday?”

Not bothering with my teddy, I pulled my dress on, and as I did the knot at my hip, I turned to him and smiled. “Yes, it is. Thank you for the dance. You dance beautifully.”

He tilted his head, and his hair fell to one side. “You’re the one who is beautiful.”

“Pfft.” I waved him away. “I bet you’re surrounded by much more beautiful women than me every day.”

“True.” The certainty in his voice was undeniable, and I wanted to slap him.

“But,” he said quickly, “they are so obsessed with leur apparence, they’ve forgotten how to feel.” He thumped his chest with his fist. The sound was like punching a board. He reached out for my hand, and I stepped forward and took it. “The beauty within you allows you to feel, and that’s what makes you beautiful. Don’t ever lose that magic.”

Okay, he’s forgiven.His words sent my heart fluttering, and when his green eyes drilled into me, I wondered if the enchanting Sebastien De Marco was caressing my heart.

A flush of heat flamed my neck, and it took all my might to pull away from him. I made my way to the door, ready to dash for the elevator.

“Please.” He stopped me with the pleading in his voice, and I turned back to him. “Please tell me your name.”

I clutched the folds of my dress and curtsied. “I’m Memphis. It was lovely to meet you.”

He inclined his head. “Happy birthday, Memphis.”

I stepped through his doorway, raced for the elevator, and after jabbing the button a million times, I plucked my phone from my purse to check the time. It was eleven forty. I’d been away from reception for more than an hour. My ride took forever to arrive, and with every ticking second my heart elevated a notch.

By the time I reached my room, I was just about having a heart attack. I raced into the bathroom, stripped off, plucked out my contacts, scrubbed off my makeup, pulled off the wig, and jumped into the shower.

Within five minutes, I was redressed in what I’d worn earlier. I grabbed my bag, shoved my diary in, and raced out the door again.

Back in the elevator, I fixed my hair and inhaled several deep breaths in an attempt to ready myself for whatever was waiting for me downstairs. I closed my eyes and actually prayed for the lobby to be empty.

The doors pinged. My eyes shot open, and an overwhelming sense of relief just about triggered my legs vanishing beneath me. I poured myself onto the reception chair, plonked my head down on the desk, and counted the seconds until my heart had a regular beat again.

It was midnight when I opened the diary and turned to the 28th of July. And as I thought about my highly erotic dance with Sebastien De Marco in Room 50, I wrote, Titillating Tango in the top margin.

I detailed the start of my day with the wonderful picnic with Clayton and how pleasantly our conversation had flowed and the perfect white-gold pendant he’d given me.

Then I wrote about my other birthday present, my sexy Frenchman who’d had me gliding across the floor as if I were in slippers, not ridiculously high heels. Everything about him had oozed sexuality. I thought about what he’d said about the beauty within me and smiled.

Two men in one day. Two magical experiences.

Best birthday ever.