Chapter 5 #2
“I didn’t know who you were before we got to the office, so the fact you have money meant nothing to me.
I wanted you because you didn’t break.” I reach for the belt of her robe, my fingers finding the silk knot.
“Because you stood up there in front of all those men and refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing you scared. Now I know you sacrificed yourself for someone you care about, which is even more intriguing.”
She grabs my wrist, her grip surprisingly strong. Calluses on her palm scrape against my skin. “I need a minute.”
I look down at her hand on my wrist, smaller than mine, but strong. Ranch work had built calluses, made her hands strong, and even after being in California, she hasn’t been able to shake her past. Her nails are short, practical, unpainted. “You just have to be willing.”
“Would that matter?”
“Yes,” I say, turning my wrist in her grip until I’m holding her hand instead.
Her palm is warm, slightly damp with nervous sweat.
“I don’t want to force you. That’s the difference.
You don’t have to fall in love with me, Lennox, but two years is a long time.
And if I’m not mistaken, you feel there’s something here. So it’s not a one-night stand.”
“True,” she sighs. “I’ve had more than enough of those nights, and at least you’ll have to face me in the morning.”
I pull the belt loose with my free hand, the silk sliding free with a whisper.
Her robe falls open, revealing everything beneath.
I release her hand and push the robe off her shoulders, my fingers trailing along her collarbones as the silk slides down her arms. It pools at her feet in a puddle of black fabric.
She stands there in nothing but the lace lingerie, backlit by the moon, and she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever possessed.
“What could I possibly get out of this?” Her voice is breathless, her pupils blown out.
I release her hand and push the robe off her shoulders, my fingers trailing along her collarbones as the silk slides down her arms. It pools at her feet in a puddle of black fabric.
She stands there in nothing but the lace lingerie, backlit by the moon, and she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever possessed.
I lean in close. My lips brush her ear, and I breathe in her scent, something clean and straightforward, soap and shampoo with a hint of something primal underneath. “Pleasure. I’m very good at making women come, Lennox. Even women who hate me.”
Her breath catches, and her entire body shivers. Goosebumps rise up on her arms, her chest. Her nipples harden beneath the lace.
I slide my hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. Her skin is soft, but her body firm, athletic. I can feel her trembling under my touch, small tremors she is trying to control but can’t quite manage.
“I do hate you,” she whispers, the words barely audible.
“I know.” I trace my fingers up her spine, feeling each vertebra, until I find the clasp of the bra. One flick and it comes loose. I pull the lace away slowly, letting it drag across her skin before dropping it to the floor. “Hate me all you want.”
I back her toward the windows, one hand splayed across the small of her back, the other cupping her jaw. She moves backwards on unsteady legs until her back hits the glass with a soft thump. The cold against her skin makes her gasp, her body arching forward instinctively, right into me.
I capture her gasp with my mouth, kissing her hard and possessively. Claiming her the way I wanted to from the moment I saw her on that stage. My tongue forces her lips apart, tasting whiskey and something sweeter. Fear, maybe. Or surrender.
She hesitates for a split second, but she leans into me as I kiss her jaw, down her neck, and find a spot below her ear that makes her gasp again.
My hands roam over lace and skin, learning her body, finding what makes her respond.
This time when I move back to her mouth, her lips meet mine, hungry and passionate.
Lennox brings her hands up to my chest, whether to push me away or pull me closer, I can’t be sure; she doesn’t seem to know either.
When I bite down gently on her neck, she moans. “God, Sebastian,” comes from her lips wrenched from somewhere deep.
“There she is,” I murmur against her skin, my breath hot against the spot I just bit. “Lean into this, Lennox. Allow me to make your body sing.”
“Fuck you,” she whispers, but pulls me back to her lips.
“Soon.” I chuckle as I hook my fingers in the waistband of the lace thong and pull it down slowly, kneeling as I go.
The scrap of fabric catches on her hips, then her thighs, finally falling to her ankles.
She steps out of it automatically, and I spread her legs with my hands on her thighs, positioning her exactly how I want her.
“What are you—” she starts, as I run my finger through her wet core.
I gaze up at her from my knees, meeting those angry blue eyes. “I told you I am good at making women come, and now I’m going to prove it to you.”
She cries out as soon as I flick her clit with my tongue, her hands fisting my hair. Her fingers tighten, nails scraping against my scalp hard enough to sting.
Good. I want her to hurt me a little. I want her to feel like she has the power here.
She raises her leg over my shoulder, spreading herself open.
“So wet. So fucking wet for me,” I say when I pull away and look up at her.
Lennox’s head is relaxed against the window, her mouth open slightly and her eyes closed, the look of ecstasy beginning on her face.
I don’t stop for long, I want her screaming out my name.
As I take a long slow lick, she sinks further down so I’m closer.
“God,” she gasps, her free hand slapping against the window behind her, trying to find purchase on the cold glass. “I need to—”
“Let go, Lennox,” I mumble against her, before I suck hard on her clit, making her cry out again.
“Fuck,” she moans as I slide two fingers inside her. She is tight, so fucking tight she gasps in shock.
I work her with my tongue and fingers, ruthless and demanding. Every time she tries to shift, I grab her hips and hold her in place. Every time she tries to stay quiet, I find a new way to make her moan. This is completely about her pleasure, there’s two years to worry about our pleasure.
I crook my fingers inside her, finding that spot that makes women lose their minds, and suck on her clit at the same time. Hard. Demanding. Taking what I want.
“Sebastian—” My name comes out strangled, desperate, her hips bucking against my face. “Please—”
“Please what?” I pull back just enough to speak, my breath hot against her soaking pussy. “Please stop? Or please make you come?”
“Don’t you dare stop. Make me come.” Her whole body trembling, her thighs shaking over my shoulder.
“That’s what I thought.” I dive back in, fucking her hard with my fingers, my tongue merciless on her clit.
Her orgasm hits like a freight train. She screams, actually screams, her body convulsing against my mouth, her fingers yanking my hair hard enough that I see stars. I don’t let up. I hold her through it, prolonging it, giving her another orgasm.
I stand slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, watching her. She is wrecked, chest heaving, her legs shaking so bad she can barely stand, and her neck is arched back with her head against the window.
Fuck, she is beautiful.
“See?” I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I told you we’d both get something out of this. Now can you honestly say you hate me after that? Can you say those words to me while your cum is still on my tongue?”
She shoves at my chest playfully. “I still hate you.”
“I know.” I kiss her hard, pushing my tongue into her mouth, making her taste herself. She whimpers against my lips but doesn’t pull away. “But I think I’m wearing you down,” I say with a laugh.
“You’re giving yourself a lot of credit,” she says as she rolls her eyes but doesn’t even try to hide her smirk.
I scoop her up without warning. She is lighter than I expect, all lean muscle and long limbs. She doesn’t fight; she just lies there in my arms, still catching her breath.
“I didn’t realize the sass came with my purchase,” I say as I carry her to the bedroom.
“Think of it as an added bonus,” she quips as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Lucky me,” I mumble and a small laugh escapes her lips, and Lennox tightens her hold on me.
I drop her on my bed. She bounces slightly on the mattress, her blonde hair spreading across my black satin pillows. She looks so perfect here, the flush of her orgasm, slightly dazed—thoroughly used, and we’ve barely begun.
I strip efficiently, yanking off my tie, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it aside. Her eyes go wide when I unbuckle my belt, the leather sliding free with a sharp snap. Wider still when I drop my pants and she sees me fully naked, seeing exactly what she is about to take.
I am hard as fucking steel, and I have been since I put my mouth on her. My cock juts out, thick and demanding, and I watch her eyes track down to it, watching her swallow hard.
I climb onto the bed. I grab her ankles and pull her down the mattress away from the headboard. “Spread your legs.”
“Sebastian, I’m still coming down from the last two orgasms,” she says with a sigh.
“Spread. Your. Legs,” I whisper as I lean over her. “I want to feel your beautiful body wrapped around me.”
She doesn’t hesitate—she moves her legs and I shift between them and kneel on the bed.
“Lay back and enjoy this,” I say, but she shifts and props herself up on her elbows.
“You’re big everywhere.” She reaches down and wraps her hand around me and moves it up and down my length.
“Ready?”
“Yes, please,” she says as she looks me in the eyes.
“Good girl,” I growl before I run my fingers through her pussy.