Chapter 16
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ISABELLE
My hands were tugged behind my back and held at the base of my spine, ensnared in just one of Seb’s. His other hand roved over my body, gripping and cupping every single curve.
“Oh,” I moaned and his smile widened, tightening his hold on my wrists he tugged, the movement drawing my arms further behind me and pushing my chest forwards. Seb’s mouth parted at the view and his tongue pressed against his canine. He looked ready to devour me.
A sharp pinch of my nipple on the way past, Seb’s hands returned to my waist, closing around my hip he rolled me over him and I didn’t need him to tell me to keep the rhythm.
As if unable to keep his hands still, his fingers danced over my underwear, the material valiantly trying to maintain my modesty despite being pulled aside around where we joined. He tugged on the soft fabric, pulling it tightly over my clit, the friction pushing my arousal higher.
“Seb,” I whimpered. I’d never felt like this before. I wanted more.
His fingers holding my underwear tightened, the cut of the textile against my sensitive flesh making me cry out.
“Next time these come off,” he whispered.
I nodded frantically.
“I want to see all of you,” he demanded.
I nodded again.
“Ready, Killer?”
I opened my mouth to ask for what, but he drove up into me, hitting a place that had light dancing behind my eyes. “Ooooh. God.”
“Right there?” He did it again, beginning to hammer the same spot over and over, he pulled against my underwear, my clit throbbing at the pressure. The slightest touch and I was going to come.
“I’m… Seb…” I panted. “I’m close.”
His chuckle was evil. “Oh, I know.”
A finger glanced over my clit and I bucked, pulling at my wrists. His grip tightened.
“You can take it, Killer.” His finger touched me again, this time with slightly more pressure.
“I want it.” I needed it. Now.
“Impatient.” He tutted. “Okay, but in addition to no panties, next time we will have no hands either.”
My eyes flew wide. Not a chance, I’d never climaxed without touching my clit, not alone, and definitely not with anyone else. Getting an orgasm out of the men I’d been with was a tall enough order.
“Killer?” He’d slowed, keeping up the softest movement of his hips, teasing me, waiting.
I watched the stutter of his mouth as he drew in his next breath, the warm flush to his cheeks, green of his eyes lost to his blown pupils, his body below me, the flex of his abs when he rolled his hips.
“Yes, okay. Anything.” I was begging and he saw it.
“Okay.” He snapped his hips up just as his finger pressed deliciously hard against my clit and I exploded on a cry. Moans rolled from my mouth in time with his hips under me, I cursed and begged, whimpering his name.
He released my hands, cupping my face and drawing me down into a slow kiss. I shifted and dragged myself up his length, slowly sliding back down drawing his gasp into my mouth. The noise so erotic I had no choice but to do it again.
As my high wore off, a sliver of doubt invaded my mind. He hadn’t come with me; he was still going strong…
His hand snatched my jaw. “Oh no you don’t.”
“But, you?” I’d stilled.
He barked a low laugh. “You’re extremely tight, Isabelle.”
I flushed at the comment.
“I’m trying not to hurt you.”
“How would you hurt me?” I clenched down on him, having seen the way his jaw dropped when I did it last time, I knew it would get a reaction if I, as he had said, wasn’t the problem.
His jaw ticked and he held me still. “Isabelle.”
I grinned at him. It worked.
“One more time and I won’t hold back.”
I pressed myself against his restraint so I could whisper. “I never wanted you to in the first place.”
“Oh, shit.” His laugh was pure filth.
He moved suddenly and I was back beneath him, dragged to the edge of the bed, his hand pulled my underwear out of the way and he growled at them. Stepping back, he yanked the offending items from my body and gripped my knees, spreading my legs wide to take in my naked core.
“Much better.” The growl scratched over me, arousal surging in me once more.
His thumb found my clit and pressed, my back arched off the bed and he used the moment to drive back into me.
“Seb!” My cry was far from quiet; I clapped my palm over my mouth to stifle the noise I made but he tore it free.
“I want to hear you, Killer.”
His thumb worked me and he pressed me into the bed with his free hand pressed against my lower stomach. The move turned something else on inside of me.
Then he fucked me, chest heaving and eyes wild.
“Where do you want me?”
My brain sparked, everywhere? “Inside?”
He groaned and picked up his pace.
“You’ll come when I tell you.”
I whimpered my agreement, praying I could hold out, but I didn’t need to.
“Come for me,” he commanded.
I seized, his hips stuttering as he pulsed inside me, never slowing down, riding me through my climax until the wave subsided.
Alex had been glaring at me all evening and I’d gradually moved from being able to quietly ignore it, to light irritation, to full-blown discomfort.
The quiet routine we had fallen into, some less reluctantly than others I noted as Seb rubbed gentle circles over my thigh, had us in front of another fire with the TV playing the final scenes of tonight’s movie of choice.
An artistic piece that no doubt had a Marmite effect.
For me, it was mediocre, trying too hard.
Seb proved a sufficient distraction for me to be doing nothing but mentally following the circles of his forefingers.
“It was crap.” Alex paused the end credits and Seb shifted in his seat, sandwiched between Ben and me. He snagged my legs and pulled them into his lap where they brushed Ben’s legs under the light blanket.
Alex stiffened at the same time I did. Automatically, I shuffled backwards to try to stop the inevitable contact with Ben’s spread legs.
“Too highbrow for you?” Seb chuckled softly at Alex’s complaint, the comment not landing with malice. As he spoke he began to run his knuckles softly over the underside of my feet and I shuddered at the blend of massage and tickling.
Alex’s nostrils flared at the motion under the blanket. “Evidently so.” He gestured to the motion of Seb’s hands. “Can you no longer keep your hands off each other?”
Seb shrugged, massaging deeper. A tiny squeak accompanied me trying to pull my leg away, his hold intensified in response.
Ben had tilted his body towards the two of us, where his brother watched us all with evident frustration as Seb continued to massage me. Ben observed only me, his lips parted slightly. The air thickened.
“Well, this is going to end fucking horribly.” Alex leaned forwards on the large sofa.
He was spread almost entirely over the cushions of the seat.
He was manspreading, and when his elbows came to rest on his knees, the sofa seemed much like an oversized chair.
Or based on his look of horrified judgement, a throne.
“The three of us are all mature, consenting adults, who know exactly what we want.” Seb shrugged. “I’m sure we will be fine. The same can’t be said for you at the moment.” Where the words could have sounded like an attack from anyone else, Seb put them out as an observation.
“I’m not a consenting adult?” Alex snarled.
“You sure are, only not to this.” Seb tilted his head to Ben and me.
“It was the mature part I referred to. Oh, and the section about knowing what you want.” Seb’s knuckles dug so deeply I rose up and away from the armrest to clamp my fingers down over his hand.
It wasn’t that it was an unpleasant sensation, it was just… much.
Seb swung his attention away from Alex and to me. His face impassive, he simply waited, head tilted marginally to one side.
Unsure what he waited for, I released where I held his hand still and he quirked a smile.
“I know exactly what I want. I want you–” Alex’s hand pointed at Seb accusingly as he spoke. “–back in town at a comfortable distance. Not here, causing all sorts of entanglements.”
Seb barked a derisive laugh but Alex simply continued. “And you.” His ire turned on me. “I want you on your way, taking whatever drama you have snapping at your heels with you.”
It was my turn to stiffen. Although he’d been almost entirely unwelcoming up to now, Alex’s tone now carried a coldness that it hadn’t to date. The discomfort I’d been feeling quickly morphed to a need to remove myself from the room.
Throwing back the cover I made no progress in my attempt to extricate myself from the sofa, and Seb’s grip, because without warning I was snagged and placed into his lap.
He wrapped an arm around my waist and secured me in place.
I was quickly positioned with my feet resting on the sofa between Ben’s thighs.
I waited to see Ben react to Seb’s placement of me but he didn’t. Instead, he rested his head back against the tall back cushion of his seat, turning so he could easily observe his brother, the picture of relaxation.
I’d only seen him so relaxed once before, the day I arrived, when Seb had taken him under his arm and he’d melted into his hold.
Alex’s judgement of the situation softened while he and Ben held each other’s gaze, until eventually Alex sighed, scrubbing his brow.
“This will end badly.” His voice was subdued now, more a plea than an accusation but Ben simply shrugged.
Alex stood suddenly, dropping the remote into his vacated seat and tore off across the room, disappearing up the stairs.
“He hates me more than ever,” I groaned.
Seb shifted a little along the sofa and I raised my feet to relinquish Ben’s space, but he mirrored Seb’s movements, both of them taking up more room and creating less space.
“He’ll come around,” he stated.
It was my turn to scoff. Had he been present for a different conversation?
“He’s just protective.” Ben was quiet but clear, he didn’t seem bothered by his brother’s outburst.
“I think we should maybe let it breathe a bit; I’ll give him a bit of a wider berth.” I didn’t try to move again yet, Seb’s fingers were flexing against my hip and although I was conscious about sitting on the man, his hold didn’t weaken.
“You can’t give him space without giving us space because that is not an option.” Seb buried his face into my hair, the warmth of his breath across my neck making me shudder and I felt a telltale hardness forming under me.
“Well, I sort of meant all of you,” I gritted. “I’m not a good addition to this dynamic, it seems. I’m straining your relationship with him, Seb.” I tilted my head away from him, although it was the last thing I wanted to do, I was determined to have this conversation.
“And Ben…” I made sure to make eye contact with him from my position on top of Seb, twisting as he nuzzled me.
“He’s so worried about you. The risk to your relationship isn’t worth the short nature of whatever this is.
” I was loath to say it, especially as sparks of heat flared where Seb’s lips worked their way along the column of my throat.
At my last words he sharply nipped my earlobe making me jump and him groan, his arousal throbbed under me.
My words had died with the sensations rolling over my skin, starting where Seb touched me and shooting down, my nipples were tight and demanding touch.
It had been a matter of hours since our tryst upstairs, and I’d never really felt the need for someone so soon after being with them.
I cleared my throat, searching for another argument, but settled for simply willing myself to work free of Seb’s hold.
“Bed,” I muttered.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Seb’s rumble in my ear had more shudders working through me, my breathing turning shallow.
I needed to leave, my point hardly effective if I were to start rolling myself needily over Seb’s lap.
“Alone.” I closed my hands over Seb’s, tapping lightly in communication but it had no effect.
I was locked into his hold and I wasn’t going anywhere.