Nine
When I found Sean at the bar, he was already holding the to go bag. I slid my hand around his arm and sidled up against him.
Sean finished his sentence with Brian and looked to me, asking, “Are you ready?”
“Yes.” I said with full conviction.
When we got into his car, Sean took a deep breath and gripped my knee. “Should I take you home?” I knew he was thinking the same thing as me though.
“I thought we were going to continue this elsewhere.” I trailed my fingertips along his forearm, and he instantly tightened his grip on my knee.
“Where should we go?”
“Is your place available?” I started to back-pedal, but Sean nodded.
“As long as you want to, then it definitely is. I live alone too.”
“Good. Because my roommate is home tonight.”
Sean smirked as he put the car in gear and quickly joined traffic. I found myself putting my hand on his knee this time, slowly making circles with my thumb as he drove us to Queen Anne.
He pulled into a driveway finally and I looked all around. It was obvious that most of the other houses were split by multiple people but there was no one else in the double driveway and no signs that the house was more than a single-family home.
“You live alone here?”
Sean shrugged. “I got lucky.”
While that would come across as entitled from other people, I didn’t get that from Sean. I got that he didn’t want to brag and that I knew he worked his ass off for this place.
“Well, let’s go. You owe me a house tour.”
Sean led the way in, taking me to the kitchen first before we made our way back to the living room.
I hung close to him, pressing my chin into his back and running my fingers up and down his arm as he pointed out things here and there. Admittedly, I couldn’t remember most of what he said.
“You know, if you keep doing that, I’m going to have to cut the tour short.” Sean’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. My very detailed thoughts.
“Huh? What?”
Sean chuckled and spun around. He pinched my chin with his thumb and inside of his index finger, lifting my face up as he used his other hand to grip my hip. “I said,” He paused and lowered his mouth to my ear, “If you keep touching me like that, I’m going to have to cut this tour short.”
“Then what will happen?” I teased, almost not recognizing my own voice but leaning in to it. If Sean made me feel this confident all the time, I was going to find myself addicted to him.
“I can think of something.” He pulled his head back just far enough to stare into my eyes. His voice, words, and the way he looked at me were intoxicating.
“Oh?” I choked out, suddenly at a complete loss for words and thoughts.
To answer me, Sean dropped his mouth to mine with an intensity I’d never felt before. I unintentionally let out a soft moan as his tongue studied the insides of my mouth, becoming well versed with my own tongue’s movements.
I brought my hands up to the middle of his chest before attempting to unbutton his shirt. I fumbled, nearly breaking out kiss but Sean covered my hands with his, reassuring me before finishing off the rest of the buttons. I pushed the collar from his shoulders and watched as it fell to the ground.
Sean began kissing along my jaw and neck. I tilted to give him better access, which gave me a prime view of the tattoo cascading from his right peck, up to his shoulder, and then down half of his arm. It was one that I’d only seen part of before but wanted to study in great detail.
I ran my finger along the thick black lines but lost track as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Sean lightly dragged his tongue across my collar bones, leaving hot trails of stubble burn from his slightly disheveled facial hair.
Another moan escaped my lips.
“Sean.” I croaked.
He pulled himself back up straight, staring deep into my eyes. I wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling myself against him.
“Are you okay?” Worry flashed through his eyes.
“Oh, I am more than okay.”
The worry disappeared with a small huff of laughter and then the dark desire took over again. “Good. Because I want to make this the best damn night of your life.”
“You already have.”
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Yes. But if you have more in mind, I’m more than willing to take you up on that offer.”
“Are you sure?” Sean ran his index finger across my cheek then slid down my arm until he made it to the top of my skirt. He started to work his fingers under the hem but paused, looking at me for my answer.
“Yes.” I was breathless. “Please.”
The moment that word left my lips, Sean pressed harder into me, causing my back to meet the wall.
Somehow, his intensity grew even more. I felt just how badly he wanted this—how badly he needed me.
Just knowing that this was all for me made me wetter than ever before.
I could have sworn I was dripping already when his hand slid into my panties and his fingers found my clit.
I cried out, unable to hold back my moan.
“Yeah?” He asked.
“Yes!” I nearly yelled and dug my nails into his shoulder.
He smirked and then crashed his lips to mine, capturing my moan.
I ran my hands down his bare chest to the button of his jeans. I fumbled unbuttoning them, too wrapped up in the way his finger was flicking and sending shockwaves through my nervous system. My knees were buckling but I didn’t want him to stop.
Finally, I got the button and the zipper down. I was just starting to push the pants from his hips when he pulled back from my lips.
“Uh, uh. Not yet.” He teased. He slipped his hand out of my panties, causing me to whimper.
Wrapping his hands over mine, he pulled them from his waist and pinned my hands together above my head. He kept one hand over mine, holding them in place as he slowly dragged his other hand down my arm and to my chin.
His thumb and index finger were gripping my jaw, and he lowered his face to mine again.
I leaned as far as I could into his kiss but instead, he nipped at my lips before dragging his teeth along my jaw and nipping here and there as he moved down my neck and to my collar bone again.
It felt as if he wanted to make sure I’d never forget the way he touched me. And I never would.
He was teasing me and enjoying every second of it as I squirmed, attempting to arch towards him.
“I’m going to worship every—” He paused to nip then kiss the skin just above my left breast. “Single—” He dragged the tip of his tongue to my right breast. “Inch.” He lightly bit just where my breast began to curve along my cleavage before pulling back and looking straight into my eyes.
“Of your gorgeous fucking body.” His voice was deep and slightly gruff. His gaze and words both did me in.
I whimpered again, needing more. He kept my hands pinned above my head but gave in to my need just a bit more.
His hand slid down my neck until he covered my right breast, swirling his thumb along the edge of my top.
I ached to tear it off so I could feel his hand against my bare skin. So I could feel every movement he made.
“You’re making this hard.” He teased.
“How am I making this hard? You’re the one teasing.”
“Because I want you. Right now. Right here.”
“Then take me. Right here. Right now.”
Sean shook his head slowly. “I told you; I want to know every inch of your body. I want to feel every curve, memorize the way you move. I want to see you every time I close my eyes.”
I was speechless and felt my heart ache. I’d never felt this way before. No one had ever made me feel so desired—so worthy of their attention.
Sean wanted me. All of me. And I wanted nothing more than to give him everything.
“I’m all yours.” I finally whispered and Sean resumed his movements, letting my hands go as he gently caressed my skin anywhere he could before both of his hands were at the hem of my panties.
My skin quivered as he lightly ran the tips of his fingers along the whole hem until they met in the middle of my back.
He paused for just a moment then encapsulated my ass with his hands, gripping tightly and suddenly lifting me.
I froze in shock—and a twinge of fear. “Oh my god.” The words escaped my lips. “Sean,” I started but he didn’t give me a chance to say anything more.
“I’ve got you, Zette.” He leaned into me, and I met his lips. All of my fears washed away as I wrapped my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck. I tried to tell him just how much I trusted him through my kiss, but nothing could fully encompass the way he was making me feel.
He took a small step back, pulling me from the wall and fully taking a hold of me just before turning down the hallway to his bedroom.
I held on tightly, but Sean didn’t seem to struggle at all.
Once we made it in, he leaned me over his bed and dropped down onto the bed with me.
His hands were on either side of my head as he hovered over me.
My heart was racing from more than just carrying me.
The way he held restraint as he dragged his eyes from mine down to my cleavage and then twitching at the rise and fall of my chest with each breath caused me to be the one to reach up and pull him down to me.
I surprised him but he quickly recovered and let me take the lead.
I pulled at his lips with my teeth, kissing him between nips and pushing into him as I held him close.
He let go of his restraint, letting his body fall to mine and I instantly felt his hard cock, as if begging to be let free from his pants.
I dragged my hands along his bare back and down to the hem of his still unbuttoned jeans and started to push them down again.
“I haven’t finished worshipping you, Zette.” He broke our kiss, holding himself just far enough back that I couldn’t reach his lips.
“You’re killing me here. Maybe it’s my turn to worship you.” I quipped.
“There will be plenty of time for that later.” Sean dropped a quick but heavy kiss to my lips before he started trailing his hand and his lips down my neck and onto my chest.