Chapter 6 #2
“You look like I just fucked you,” Bas said conversationally, dropping the helmet down by his side. “Hard.”
My eyes widened as he casually walked around the bike to grab my stuff out of the saddlebags.
I really wished I could think of something clever to say, but I had a hard time remembering my own name.
Holding the handles of the bags and my helmet in one hand, he laced the fingers of his other hand with mine and led me toward his building, only letting go to unlock his front door.
The apartment was dark when we stepped inside, but Bas seemed to know where everything was because he locked the door behind us and led me through the room to set my stuff on his kitchen counter.
There was just enough light coming from the streetlights outside that I could make out large pieces of furniture, but not much else.
“Moment of truth,” he murmured, leaning past me to turn on the kitchen light.
At least, I think that was his plan. His hand never actually made it to the light switch behind me. When he leaned into my space, I automatically put my hands up, and they collided with the front of his hoodie, sliding beneath the cut he was wearing.
Both of us froze for less than a second before his head was descending and I was rising onto my toes to meet him.
The kiss went from zero to holy hell instantly.
For the first time since I’d looked at his smile and felt it in my belly, we were actually alone.
Bas’s hands were on my face and my neck, sliding down my back and gripping my ass. He boosted me onto the counter, and I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist. Frantic, I shoved the cut off his shoulders. He unzipped my jacket, and it joined his leather on the kitchen floor.
I shuddered as his hand fisted in my hair and he tilted my head back so he could kiss and nip at my throat.
Reaching down, I slid my hands underneath his sweatshirt and T-shirt, finding smooth skin and hard muscle beneath it.
I slid them upward, taking the fabric with me so I could run my fingers over his chest.
I had to let go when he leaned back and reached for my sweater. Lifting my arms above my head, I let him pull it off. I vaguely wished that I would’ve worn a cute bra, but the thought was fleeting because with a quick twist of his fingers, Bas unclasped the back and pulled it away from my body.
“Goddamn,” he breathed, staring down at me.
I wasn’t in the most flattering position, perched on the counter the way I was, and I’d never been what society called skinny—but if the look on Bas’s face was any indication, he thought he’d won the jackpot.
“Yours,” I ordered, my breath hitching as I reached for his hoodie again.
Reluctantly sliding his eyes away from my breasts, he grabbed the hoodie by the neck and pulled it and the T-shirt off in one movement.
Then all I could see was skin. Tan, smooth, tattooed skin that was barely visible from the light coming in the windows. One of his nipples was pierced with a thin ring.
“We match,” I said hoarsely, reaching out to flick it lightly with my fingernail.
Bas grinned. Then he was reaching for me, sliding his hands under my thighs so he could lift me from the counter.
“Change of venue?” I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me out of the kitchen.
He kissed my shoulder in answer, sucking the skin between his teeth. I watched over his shoulder as the kitchen disappeared and he carried me upstairs. There was no door at the top, it just opened up to a bedroom with a massive bed in the center.
“I’m not fuckin’ you on the counter,” Bas finally answered as he lowered me to my feet.
“Why not?”
“’Cause the blinds were open and I wasn’t gonna take the time to close ’em,” he said, running his hand lightly down the center of my chest.
“Oh.”
“That kind of thing turns you on, we can make it happen,” he said quietly, pinching one of my nipples between his fingers before giving the ring there a gentle tug. “But not the first time.”
“Bed’s good,” I gasped, reaching for his waistband.
Our mouths collided as he backed me toward the bed, both of us unbuttoning and unzipping each other’s jeans. I slid my hand into his boxers and wrapped it around him, making him groan as he gave my jeans a sharp tug, pulling them down to my thighs.
Then his hand was between my legs, pushing my underwear to the side so he could slide his fingers over the slick skin. I could barely widen my legs, but I gave it a valiant effort as I moaned into his mouth.
His fingers were calloused and thick, and he knew exactly how to use them. I rose up on my toes as the first one and then two pressed inside, the muscles in my thighs quivering as I fought to stay upright.
“Good,” he whispered against my lips as I started moving in counterpoint. “That’s it, baby.”
Abandoning his cock, I wrapped my hand around his wrist, the nails on my other hand digging into his back as I got closer and closer to the edge.
“Chase it,” he encouraged, his voice rough. His hand twisted, and he thrust harder, making my entire body tighten.
I came with a cry that I couldn’t have held back if I tried.
“Good girl,” he praised, his lips brushing mine. “Fuckin’ gorgeous, Harp.”
His fingers didn’t stop, even as I came back down. It was as if he was both bringing me gently back to earth and building me back up at the same time, and I could barely catch my breath.
No one had ever gotten me off with just their hand before.
Letting go of his wrist, I used both hands to tug his jeans and boxers down.
His hand slipped away, and he gently sat me on the edge of the bed and knelt to help me pull my shoes off. He stripped the rest of my clothes off slowly, and while I wasn’t nervous, per se, I wondered how things would go now that we were no longer frantic.
When my clothes were lying on the floor, Bas rose to his feet and kicked off his boots. Then, as if he’d never known self-consciousness a day in his life, he stripped completely.
I was dumbstruck.
I knew Bas was big. His height and broad shoulders were impossible to miss. But I hadn’t realized how corded with muscle he was. His thighs were thick, his stomach a ladder of abs, and at the bottom—like an arrow pointing to the promised land—a deep V that cut in at his hips.
“Jesus, Sebastian,” I said, my voice raspy. “Work out much?”
He laughed as he took a step closer and leaned down. Tilting my head back, I held his eyes as he brushed his nose against mine.
“Scoot up the bed and lie back.”
I wanted to make some quip about being bossed around, but instead, I did what I was told. Using my arms and legs, I scooted backward on the bed until my head reached the pillows. Lying back, I watched as he climbed onto the bed and crawled up until his hands were at my hips.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered.
It could’ve been cheesy or weird. If the situation had been even slightly different in any way, I would have laughed or cringed or rolled my eyes. But Bas wasn’t putting on a show.
He was telling me what he wanted. No games. No guessing.
Sliding my feet up the bed, I let my knees fall wide.
“Stay there,” he ordered.
I nearly protested as he climbed off the bed, but then I realized where he was going. Seconds later, he’d turned on a lamp that lit the room with a warm glow.
I was quite a bit more exposed with the light illuminating every curve and hollow of my body, but I held myself in place anyway and was rewarded by the way Bas’s eyes lit up as he reached the side of the bed.
“These were unexpected,” he said, dragging his hand down the front of my throat and over my breast, pausing to run a single finger over the hard nipple on my right breast. He pinched the opposite nipple, pressing harder and harder until I began to squirm.
I arched my back as his hand slid away.
“This one, too.” He flicked the ring in my navel.
“I’ve had them for years,” I rasped as his hand slid down further, one digit sliding over my clit so softly that I wanted to scream.
“Thought I might find one here, too,” he mused.
“I used to have one,” I replied, lifting my hips toward his fingers.
I wasn’t prepared and nearly jumped out of my skin when he pinched my clit between his thumb and finger, tugging just enough that I felt a cold sweat break out over my body.
Whatever was happening, whatever this was, I had no clue how to navigate it. I’d imagined sex with Bas in many different ways, but lying naked and spread out on his bed while he played with my body had never even occurred to me.
I was a little shocked at my level of arousal, but I had absolutely no capacity to question it. I was too attuned to him, hyperaware of every movement he made.
When he climbed back onto the bed, I nearly sobbed with relief.
He kissed me like it was the end of the world, then moved down my body as my hands roamed over his neck, his shoulders, his arms, and his chest. I shivered as he laved first one and then the other nipple with his tongue.
I squirmed as he pulled them into his mouth and worried them gently with his teeth.
I held my breath as he kissed down my stomach and tangled my fingers in his hair as his mouth found my core and worshipped every millimeter of skin until I was throbbing.
When Bas sat back on his knees, I leaned up on one elbow and reached for his cock, sliding my thumb over the head before wrapping my hand around him. It wasn’t surprising that his cock was proportional to the rest of his frame, but it was definitely appreciated.
I slid my hand forward and back, memorizing the silky skin and watching his reactions to differences in pressure, trying to catalog what he liked. Eventually, I dropped my hand lower and ran my fingers over his balls, letting the shortly trimmed hair rasp over my fingertips.
His hand found my wrist, and he lifted my hand to his mouth, pressing a slow kiss to the center of my palm before grabbing a condom he must’ve dropped on the bed when he’d turned on the light.