Chapter 4 – Lauren
Chapter
Four
LAUREN
H a, I’ve heard that one before. Safety is a myth, along with love, but it’s nice to play along for a while. Let myself dream.
I give in and allow myself to snuggle up to him, my hands around his neck. “I could get used to this,” I say as he carries me up the stairs. “I may never bother walking again. Will you be my slave, Sebastian?”
“Anytime, sweetheart. I will carry you around and worship your cunt whenever you ask.”
My eyes widen at his language, but there’s a ripple of pleasure down below in response. What is this man doing to me?
He steps into a bedroom and throws me onto the bed without any attempt to make it gentle. I bounce twice, and he bursts out laughing. “There you go, madam. Comfy?”
“Perfectly, thank you. This is nice.”
He gazes around the room, taking in the chintzy curtains and floral wallpaper. A big vase of fresh pink roses is on the dresser, and the whole place smells of their sweet floral fragrance.
“I suppose so. But I prefer the view from here.” He stares at me hungrily, and I shiver at the intensity in his eyes. I’m excited, but also a little scared. This man completely unraveled me with one hand on a kitchen table while he was still fully clothed. What the hell is he capable of in a bed?
“Me too,” I reply, hoping he doesn’t hear me gulp. I’m not lying. He really is gorgeous. I want to see his body, to touch his skin, to feel him move inside me. I want everything, and I want it now. I’m greedy for him in a way I’ve never been greedy for a man before, and I can’t tear my eyes away.
“Like what you see, Hot Sauce?”
“Hot sauce? Are you seriously comparing me to something you’d put on a taco?”
“Well, not going to lie, I do love tacos. That’s why I’m about to eat yours.”
“Ha. Funny. But my pussy is tired. Gloria needs a little break.”
He laughs. “Your pussy is called Gloria?”
“She certainly is. What’s your dick called?”
“I’ve never given him a name. But if I did, I’d have to add ‘the Magnificent’ after it. You know, like an emperor or some such shit?”
“Really?” I say, laughing. “He’s an egomaniac, is he?”
“Nah. Just knows his worth. Do you have names for any other parts of your body, Lauren?”
“I do,” I say, stretching out on the bed, luxuriating in the feel of the soft fabric of the sheets. “Maybe I’ll introduce you to them if you’re lucky.”
“I think we both know that luck has nothing to do with it—and that me and your whole body will be the very best of friends by the end of the night.”
I wonder what Thelma and Louise will have to say about that, but even as I do, I can feel my nipples hardening under my dress. I’m guessing they’ll be very pleased to make his acquaintance.
The flirtatious conversation has helped me get my balance back, and I wonder if that was his intention all along. He must have known how intense that whole thing was for me, even if he doesn’t know how much of a surprise it was.
Giving up control does not come naturally to me, but I can’t argue with the results. I might hate myself for it later, but being Sebastian’s good little girl and begging him to make me come was the most fulfilling sexual encounter of my life. So far, at least. Something tells me it might be topped before the night is out.
“Before we go any further, sweetheart, we should discuss logistics. Do I need condoms?”
“I’m clean, and you don’t need to worry about me getting pregnant. But thanks for asking. You?”
“Clean, and even less likely to get pregnant.”
Funny too. Could he be any more perfect right now? “Now that we’ve cleared that up, is there any chance you might take your clothes off? Or do I have to beg for that too?”
“Not this time, sweetheart. I’ll give you a freebie.”
He pulls his top off over his head, and I grin at the sight of his bare chest. He’s absolutely massive and as impressively built as I hoped. His broad shoulders are slabs of muscle, and his chest and abs look rock hard. “Somebody works out.”
“Somebody does. Gotta look after yourself, right? Especially at my age.”
I giggle at that, because he’s in better shape than most much younger men. His body is not the pretty, perfectly chiseled form of a Hollywood star, but the solid, brawny, and irresistibly masculine physique of a man who knows how to use his body in the real world.
He runs his company, Archangel, with Gabriel, and although they’ve now branched out into boutique hotels and clubs, it started as a small two-man security setup. My family background means I know “security” is often a forgiving term for many different ways of doing business, not all of them legit. No, I have zero illusions about what kind of man Sebastian Donovan is or how he’s made his way in the world. That sexy body of his isn’t just for show.
He’s now standing at the bottom of the bed in a pair of black boxer briefs, his cock and balls struggling against the fabric as his eyes devour me. “To answer your question, yes. I like what I see very much.”
I’m desperate to pull that fabric away and feel the solid heft of him in my hand, to run my tongue along his shaft and drive him as crazy as he drove me—but I also want to tease, to play for a while. Maybe it’s because I need to take back a bit of control. Perhaps just because it’s fun.
I slide to the edge of the bed, looking up at his face. His nostrils flare, and his pupils are blown out with desire. There’s a tremor in his thick thighs, and it’s clear he’s having to exert a lot of self-control to keep himself from pouncing.
I very slowly pull my dress up my thighs to my waist, spreading my legs wide and putting on a show. He stole my panties earlier, so my bare pussy is on full display, making him suck in a deep breath. I let my hand wander down there, briefly brushing my folds, and run one finger along my wetness. It’s all for him—I’m way too sensitive for anything more than a gentle touch—but I can tell from the sudden twitch in his boxers that it’s having the desired effect. I love watching men jerk themselves off, and most men love watching women play with themselves too.
I push my finger inside myself, letting him get a good view of it all, thrilled by the effect it’s having on him. Then I carry on pulling my dress up, taking my time, enjoying every moment of his attention as he stares at each little scrap of flesh I reveal to him. I finally tug the fabric over my head and sit there in only my black lacy bra, my curls flowing down my shoulders. “Fuck me, Lauren,” he says with a sigh.
“That’s the general idea, Seb.”
I reach behind and take my time unhooking my bra. I may look calm and in control, but my fingers are shaking, and I fumble the simple action I’ve done a million times before. I’m just as turned on as he is, and seeing that huge bulge is making me wet again. I want him inside me so much my pussy walls are contracting at the mere thought of him filling me up.
My bra falls from my chest, and I cup my breasts in my hands and squeeze them together, the flesh spilling out of my fingers. My plan is to tease him until he can’t stand it anymore. He deserves a little sweet torture after what he did to me on the kitchen table.
It’s a good plan, but Seb has other ideas. He lets out a low growl, and in a flash, he’s on me. He pushes me down onto the bed until I’m flat and naked beneath him, straddling me, his thighs clamped on either side of my hips. His cock presses against me, still infuriatingly trapped inside his boxers. He takes my wrists in one big hand and pins them firmly above my head. I am completely at his mercy, and it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. “Such a little tease. Trying to drive me crazy, are you?”
“Yeah. And I’d say from the feel of you that it worked.” I grind myself up against him and am rewarded by a shudder that runs through his whole being.
“God, that feels good, sweetheart. But I need to explore this hot fucking body of yours first. I will be fucking you, don’t worry—but I’ll be fucking you when I say so and not a moment before, understand?”
“Are you always this bossy?”
“Only when I’m with someone who needs discipline—and you obviously do.”
He thrusts his hips, and his rock-hard length hits my sweet spot so perfectly that I throb with need. I want to throw my legs around him, tug him closer, rub up against him until I climax, but I can only move as much as he allows me to.
He rocks his hips back and forth a few times, applying a slow pressure that drives me wild. I don’t recognize the sounds coming from my own mouth, and every ounce of feeling in my body seems to be throwing a party in my clit. He’s grinning as he watches me try to writhe closer, and part of me hates him for it—but part of me is relishing his dominance. This is a man who knows what he is doing, who knows how to play every inch of a woman’s body to perfection, and all I can do is enjoy the ride.
He leans down, his bulky body blocking the moonlight that floods in through the window, and kisses me. The pressure of his lips is incredibly soft to start with, a complete contrast to the firm grip he has on my wrists and the muscular thighs holding me in place. He coaxes and caresses, and his tongue slides to meet mine in a rhythm that echoes the thrusts of his erection against my pulsing clit.
His mouth trails along my jawline, my neck, the skin beneath my ears. He nips and nuzzles and licks, and I see stars as he works his magic. “You taste amazing, Hot Sauce. I think I’m going to lick you all over. Your skin is addictive.”
“Please, Seb,” I murmur as he explores me. “Let go of my hands. I want to touch you too.”
“How can I resist when you asked so nicely?” He releases me, and I wrap my arms around his neck. I bury my fingers in his thick silver-streaked hair and pull him closer. My enthusiasm ignites him, and he kisses me much harder, his tongue demanding, our lips battling. It goes on for so long that I’m gasping for breath when he finally pulls away, my fingers left resting limply on those brutish shoulders of his.
“Wow! That was a hell of a kiss.”
“It was, sweetheart. And now I’m going to kiss the rest of you too. I’ve been fantasizing about getting your nipples into my mouth since the moment I met you.”
He sits up, places my arms down on the bed, and pushes my legs wide apart so he can kneel between them. He’s all hard muscle and intensity, and seeing him move my body around so effortlessly and with such confidence has my core contracting.
He runs his hands up either side of my waist, then smoothly up my ribcage, coming to rest directly under my breasts. I’m breathing way too fast now, my chest heaving as he draws little circles with his fingers on the sensitive flesh. My nipples are already hard, and I strain upward in an attempt to catch his wandering fingers.
“The more you do that, the longer I’ll make you wait, sweetheart. I want those big brown nipples of yours begging for me first.”
I groan, wanting to argue, but he means it. I force myself to calm down, to be still, even though I can feel the wet heat building up between my legs.
He shakes his head and winks at me. “This is killing you, isn’t it? I can practically hear you screaming at me.”
I screw up my face and nod. I can’t risk speaking, and his fingers are getting nearer and nearer to where I want them to be. His touch is delicate, soft, teasing—completely at odds with how he looks. My lips part, and I sigh at the first brush of his rough skin against my taut peaks, the way he skims them and makes them sit up higher.
His expression is fierce enough to make me feel like a goddess. I don’t think a man has ever looked at me with such concentration, such committed passion. It’s like all that matters to him in the world right now are my nipples and what he can make me feel through them. The answer is: absolutely everything. I’ve always been sensitive there, but this is next level crazy.
His smile is served up with a shade of wolf as he rolls one nipple between his thumb and finger, kneading it with exactly the right level of force. The sudden pain sends a delicious wave of pleasure down to my clit.
He leans down, pulls the other nipple into his mouth, and sucks with a deep, insistent rhythm. He carries on rolling one, sucking the other, then flicking at it with his tongue until I’m almost delirious. At some point, he swaps, paying each nipple the same delicious attention, and my whole body shakes as he works me over. With my hand on the back of his head, I press him closer, never wanting this to stop.
His free hand roams the rest of my body, stroking and probing and molding, his fingers drifting between my legs and finding the wetness that lies between them. I thought I was too sensitive, but as his thumb gently circles my clit, I realize I was wrong. None of the normal rules apply anymore. This man seems to know my body better than I know it myself. Between his tongue, his teeth, and his fingers, I’m building again, murmuring his name as he skillfully sucks and strokes me to the edge of climax.
He lifts his mouth away from my nipple with a filthy wet popping sound. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want to see you come again. Soak my fingers in that gorgeous cum of yours.”
He slides one finger inside me and pumps in and out while he keeps up the perfect pressure on my slick, swollen bud, and I buck my hips up to meet him. I can’t help it, he’s driving me out of my mind, and I need to come more than I’ve needed anything before. My body is a swirling vortex of sensations, all of them heading in a tingling mass down to my center. I’m so close, and he senses it, leaning down to give one of my nipples a firm and unexpected bite. The shock pushes me over the edge, the pain and pleasure flooding me with liquid bliss. I melt inside, and for a second, I think I’m going to black out. He continues to rub at my clit, slowly and gently, managing my comedown, muttering my name as he eases me back to reality.
“That’s my good girl. You’ve soaked my hand and the sheets. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Lauren. Every part of you is fucking perfect, and the way you respond to me… fucking hell. I need to be inside you now.”
“About damn time,” I murmur cheekily.
He laughs as he tears off his underwear and throws them to the side. “Don’t push me, sweetheart, or I might change my mind.”
I prop myself up on rubbery arms, feeling like my bones have been liquefied, and gaze at his groin. Jesus. I knew it was big, but now that it’s released into the wild, I’m slightly intimidated. With most men, you get a choice between length and girth—but this bad boy? He’s got the lot, and he’s more than ready to go, standing proud, pearls of pre-cum oozing from his crown. “I really don’t think you’re going to change your mind, Seb.”
He laughs again—I was right, he does laugh easy—and shrugs his door-busting shoulders. “I think you could be right. I’m going to sink myself so deep into you, you’ll feel me in your cunt all week long.”
I blush, which is ridiculous given the fact that I’m naked and spread-legged, covered in my own juices. Seb and his dirty talk just does it for me.
I expect him to be rough or to flip me onto all fours and take me from behind. I wouldn’t have objected—I remember how intoxicating those ass slaps were. Instead, he lowers himself between my thighs, one arm on either side of my face, muscles bulging with strength and control. Our eyes meet, and there’s a flicker of something unexpected between us. Something more than lust. I’m not sure I’m ready for those kinds of flickers, so I wrap my legs around his ass and pull him down toward me.
The head of his cock nudges against my opening, and I’m so wet he slides inside easily. He takes it slow, edging in inch by meaty inch, his eyes on mine throughout. I’m guessing with a dick this big, he’s learned to be careful. It’s a chivalrous idea, but I really don’t need—or want—chivalry right now.
“You okay?”
“I’m more than okay. I’m not fragile, Seb. I want you inside me. All of you. Stop trying to pretend you’re a gentleman and fuck me.”
Something seems to snap in him, and he drives into me so hard I’m shoved up the mattress and my head collides with the padded headboard. I feel a delicious stinging stretch as he fills me and let out a yelp when he rails into me a second time—and a third and a fourth.
He grunts and hoists my legs over his shoulders, tugging me closer and holding my hips firmly. His balls slap against me, and my pussy walls contract at the relentless friction. I don’t usually come from straight fucking, not without any contact with my clit, but the tingling deep inside me says that might all be about to change. Each thrust triggers another wave of pleasure, and my head is spinning with the unfamiliar sensations.
He uses one hand to squeeze my breast, all the while keeping up that never-ending, brain-jarring pace. I am literally being fucked senseless.
“I feel you squeezing my cock, Lauren. I know you’re close. Let go, sweetheart—come for me.”
He increases the speed of his thrusts, his hips pistoning into me, his eyes full of need as he stares down at the place where we’re joined. The sight of him is what pushes me over the edge yet again—this big, brawny man and his huge cock, the way he’s looking at our bodies as though he’s witnessing something sacred.
My eyes roll back in my head as the pulsations in my pussy spread through my whole body, engulfing me in an ocean of ecstasy. “Seb!”
“I know, baby, I know.” He keeps hold of my legs, and my body shakes beneath him. With one final thrust, he finds his own release, throwing his head back and roaring as he empties himself inside me.
He collapses, his head landing beside mine on the pillow, my legs still wrapped around his firm ass. I drop them onto the bed, spread on either side of him, as breathless as he is. “Fuck me, sweetheart. That was intense.”
“You think?” I pant.
“I think. You tell me you’ve had more intense than that, you’re lying. Christ. I think I might stay here forever.”
Stroking his hair, I drop a kiss on the side of his head. I can think of far worse ideas. He reluctantly pulls himself out of me, flips onto his back, and tugs me close. I’m wrapped in strong arms, my face against his mammoth chest, his heart hammering. He strokes my shoulders and sighs contentedly.
The mood grows intimate now that the sex is done. Too intimate. His hand glides through my curls in a way that’s overly familiar, and his breath is warm against me. When I glance up, I see those laughter-crinkled eyes half closed. I’m tired too. Exhausted, in fact, and suddenly a little freaked out as well. This man has done things to me that nobody ever has before. He made me beg and he controlled me, and I enjoyed every damn second of it. This is all so out of character that I don’t know who I am anymore.
I slide out of his arms and start to gather my clothes. He sits up, wiping his sleepy eyes. “What are you doing? I told you we had the place for the night. Come back to bed.”
I hook up my bra and pull my dress on. I’m sure I look like a tramp, but my walk of shame will only be as far as my own car.
“Sorry, Seb, but I don’t do sleepovers. You can keep the panties though.” I give him a wink. “Like you said, something to remember me by.”
Before he can answer, before I can lose myself in the disappointment I see on his face, I rush downstairs. I’m too vulnerable. Too exposed. I race toward the waiting arms of Scarlett O’Hara and concentrate solely on the dangers of navigating the dark and unfamiliar roads.