Tess #2
But Scott Sebastian had a way of making me feel wanted, no change necessary, exactly as I was.
Obviously “exactly as I was” wasn’t the person Scott assumed I was, but I wasn’t going to dwell on that bit at the moment.
Instead, I focused on his gaze, full of hunger as naked as I was. His eyes took their time, moving over every inch of my body, lingering at the tips of my breasts, at the swell of my hips, at the curve of my thighs.
He cleared his throat. “That was worth waiting for.” His voice was gruff as he stroked his palm across the bulge in his pants. “Come here.”
I walked into the opening between his knees. His hands gripped my hips and brought me closer so he could bury his face in my breasts. “I could suck these all night.”
“As long as you’re naked when you do, I don’t see any problem with it.”
He was too busy touching and licking and exploring to respond, and when he did talk, it was to praise and compliment and speak dirty about my body.
So I took it upon myself to get him undressed.
While he bit along the bottom of my breast, I went back to unbuttoning his shirt.
Surprisingly, he cooperated, relinquishing his hold on me with one hand at a time so he could pull his arms out.
The shirt fell open on the bed, revealing glimpses of hard planes and toned muscles.
It was hard to get the view I wanted when he was still so committed to adoring me.
I decided on another tactic. “I need this inside of me,” I said, rubbing his cock through his pants. “Please, Scott. I want you so badly it hurts.”
Then I climbed onto his lap, straddling him so that my pussy pressed against his length. I rocked back and forth, the feel of his heat and his hardness distracting me from my desire to see him naked. I really did need him inside of me. It really did hurt.
On my next rock back, his hands shot to my waist and stopped me. I followed his gaze down to the wet spot I’d left on his pants. “Look what you did. Fuck, Tessa, that’s hot.”
Uh, yeah. It was really, really fucking hot.
Abruptly, he flipped me off his lap and to the bed. I scurried higher up the mattress, keeping my eyes pinned on him while he toed off his shoes and took off his pants and boxer briefs at the same time.
Then he stood there. He stood there, cock in hand, pumping it back and forth while he once again devoured me with his gaze.
And finally, I devoured him as well.
God, he was a work of art. He couldn’t be any more perfect if he’d been chiseled out of clay.
His chest was immaculately sculpted. He had that V-thing going on at his hips, and I’d never fully comprehended what a six-pack was until seeing it now.
His legs weren’t to be outdone. He was long and lean, his thighs strong and toned.
He obviously worked out. And ate well. Two things I barely ever took the time to incorporate in my life, which made me feel a little guilty in the moment, but mostly really damn lucky.
And he wasn’t bodybuilder fit with muscles that looked like they were trying too hard.
They looked more like muscles earned from living an active life.
Considering that I knew Scott spent most of his day behind a desk, he’d definitely had to hit the gym to get the look. Whoever his trainer was, I hoped he was paid well because holy shit he deserved it.
Which took me back to feeling guilty because I didn’t deserve it.
I’d lied to him—hadn’t I? I’d at least outright omitted information about my position at Conscience Connect.
I’d let him believe I had authority that I did not have.
I didn’t deserve this good thing. I didn’t deserve to see his glorious body.
I didn’t deserve to get pleasure from that fantastic cock.
I didn’t deserve to have my panties in his collection, a collection full of only my panties, nobody else’s, if that were to be believed, and of course like the fucking idiot that I was, I stupidly believed.
Deserve it or not, I was here, and I wasn’t about to walk out.
No, what I was about to be was fucked.
While I’d been ogling, Scott had dug a condom from his bedside table and had ripped it open with his teeth. Without moving his eyes from me, he unrolled it over his cock. “You ready for me, Tessa? Ready to be fucked in a bed?”
I was definitely ready for the fucking.
But I didn’t think I was ready for him at all. Wasn’t ready for any of the ways Scott Sebastian was changing me or for any of the feelings he was making me feel.
Since he didn’t care about what was going on in my head, and definitely not what was going on in my heart, I answered with, “Yes. I’m ready.”
Being fucked in a bed by Scott wasn’t a whole lot different than being fucked in his office or in his conference room.
And it was completely different at the same time.
He still felt the same inside me. He still moved at a punishing pace.
He still spoke dirty words as he split me apart with his masterful cock.
But he also gave more attention to the previously neglected parts of my anatomy.
His hands and mouth were all over me. And while his thrusts came fast, the entirety of the act was not fast at all.
The man had stamina, and he knew how to move himself—how to move me—so that he hit new places inside of me, some that I hadn’t known existed before.
He was also more occupied with my reactions than he had been during our quickies. More focused on how I felt. He’d always made me come, of course, but this was more than about just orgasm.
“How do I feel right there?” he’d ask now. “How does this feel like that? Does it make you feel good? Does this make you feel better?”
His questions weren’t just concerned with how his cock was hitting me but how other things felt as well.
He wanted to know if I preferred sucking or nipping on my breast. If it felt good when he pinched my clit.
If I liked it when he spanked my ass. As though he were learning me for later. As though he intended this to go on.
That wasn’t the way sex had been with players in the past. Live in the moment was the usual motto. Feel good now. No reason to discover a person’s preference if you weren’t planning to fuck them for very long.
This man...This man was doing a real number on my head.
Countless orgasms later, including two for Scott, I collapsed on the bed while he disappeared to the bathroom to clean up. I was boneless and wrought out. I swore every muscle in my body had been used. If I closed my eyes, I knew I’d be asleep in a heartbeat.
Staying awake meant my brain was awake. With the euphoria wearing off and the lust sated, I began to think things I shouldn’t think.
Began attaching meaning where there was likely none.
Clearly, Scott wanted me as much as I wanted him.
The chemistry was undeniable, but was it possible there could be more?
Did he want there to be more? Was there already more?
He came back from the bathroom with a washcloth and very gently cleaned me up, another gesture that had me fluttering with the possibility of more. This was the act of a lover, not a player. What did it mean?
When he was finished, he put one knee on the bed and kissed me, then he pulled me to my feet. This was more like it. This was when he’d give me the I had a good time, now here’s money for a cab speech.
Instead, he wrapped his arms around me. “I’d really like it if you’d stay the night.”
“Well, I was half asleep when you yanked me out of the bed.”
“So I could get you under the covers before you were out completely.”
“Oh.” Having reality turn out to be pleasantly different from my expectations was not something I was used to. “Okay. I’ll stay.”
“Good.” He pulled back the comforter and held it up for me to crawl in. Then he turned off the light and slipped in next to me, spooning me from behind.
Now, with the lights off and his arms around me, it was harder to stay grounded. It was harder not to believe I could mean something to him, that I might mean something to him already; beyond a fun thing to do on a Friday night, that was.
“Scott?” I hadn’t spoken loudly, but my voice felt big in the darkness. “Why didn’t you want to give me the spiel earlier? The don’t get attached, this is all just for fun spiel?” I really needed to hear it at the moment.
He paused so long that I thought he’d fallen asleep. I was pretty close to slumber myself.
“I think…” he said finally, my eyes startling open. Silence followed. Then, “I really, really like you Tessa Turani.”
I stopped worrying right then that I’d lose my heart to the guy.
I realized I already had.