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Chapter Nineteen

“Can I just apologise again for falling asleep. I’m actually mortified, but also, I blame you,” I said, reaching for the handle of the car door. After dinner we had moved to the lounge to watch the waves fall over the beach. The comfort of his chest mixed with the view was enough to lull me to sleep until he woke me, with whispered words and a gentle touch.

“Me? How is it my fault?” He asked, his lips creasing with a smirk.

“You kept me awake until an ungodly hour discussing allergies and then gave me a pillow like that,” I answered sarcastically with a swirl of my finger in the vicinity of his torso. “Would you believe me if I said I usually don’t sleep well, so I might need to borrow you more often.”

His smirk turned into a fully-fledged grin. “Happy to be of service,” he replied, opening his door before coming around to mine.

It had to be well after midnight and while spring was here, there was still a definite chill in the air. I could see Adam, ready to open the door for any late-night arrivals, but I turned back to Seb hoping he didn’t see me just yet.

“I had a really nice time tonight. Thank you for a delicious dinner and a good nap,” I grinned, the embarrassment of being a boring date forgotten.

He grazed his thumb across my chin and smiled gently before pressing a kiss to my still smiling cheeks.

“Can I see you again soon?” He asked.

“Definitely,” I answered, while internally wishing he wasn’t such a gentleman and would just grab me and kiss me properly. But he was either chivalrous or my teeth chattering killed the mood as he kissed me again on the cheek and stepped back.

“Go inside where it’s warm,” he farewelled, and I mentally castigated the cool evening temperature for ending what may have been a proper good night kiss.

Just before I stepped into the lobby, I turned back to Seb one last time and found him glaring at Adam, the tenderness he’d worn all night long gone. I gave him a brief wave, my puzzlement likely on full display in the crease of my brows and his features softened at my gesture before he walked around to get back into his car.

I headed towards the lifts, flipping my phone over to see it was actually almost one AM and while I had work in the morning, the brief nap at Sebastian’s left me feeling refreshed. I also saw a message from Arns, however, Adam calling my name paused my actions and I turned to find him staring at me, an odd expression on his face.

“Hey,” I pushed the button for the lift, apprehension sweeping over me. I hadn’t spoken to him since he asked me out and I tried to shrug off the ridiculous feeling of edginess as I plastered on a smile so fake it hurt my cheeks.

“I thought you said you can’t date?” His words held a harsh lilt and the unease increased although now mixed with a little anger.

What the hell?

“That wasn’t a date,” I shrugged, doing my best to feign indifference as if him saying that wasn’t entirely inappropriate considering my dating life was in fact none of his fucking business.

He didn’t reply, only nodding in farewell as I entered the elevator and shot him a small wave.

What the heck was that?

Why would I owe him an answer or explanation anyway?

Read the room, Adam!

Exiting the lift and unlocking the door to the apartment I took my phone back out to read Arna’s message.

Arna

Loves, we won’t be home tonight. Andy booked us a hotel - can’t wait to hear all about your date with Mr. Electric Fingers. Enjoy the peace. xo

Replying, I wished her a night of hot passion and told her their doorman was an A-grade weirdo. She would no doubt hound me for more details the minute I saw her, and I imagined her reactions as I took off my shoes.

I usually enjoyed having time alone, however, tonight I was edgy. While I hadn’t necessarily expected anything to happen with Sebastian, I was a little disappointed there wasn’t a proper kiss or an extension to our pre-dinner moment.

He cooked, waited on me and made me needier than a desert in search of rain with his smell and how sexy he looked let alone the subtle caresses and show of control. Reminders of that display of power were enough to cause heart failure.

Jumping into the shower I washed my hair. My thoughts, as they often did when I showered, drifted to the time I spent with him in his office, only now with added snippets from tonight. Lately I’d been reaching for my vibrator more often, despite it doing a sub-par job of what he accomplished with only his hand – and in a fraction of the time – and the memories tonight weren’t helping. As I rinsed the conditioner out, I closed my eyes and my hand drifted down, thoughts of a tall, brooding, sexy man filling my mind, spurring me on.

His firm chest, rock hard biceps and the feel of his arm around my waist as he pulled me into him had provided the serenity to fall asleep. Only now I thought about his hands in a very different way. The way those callouses would feel grazing across my nipples. The taste of his lips as he fucked me with his hand. Or the feel of his firm grip collaring my throat while the other cuffed my wrist, his lips skating across my neck.

It was with endless possibilities that my fingers moved faster, the water running down my chest providing added pleasure as my breaths got heavier. But even with the elixir of lustful thoughts, I couldn’t push myself over the edge. I contemplated grabbing my vibrator knowing it would get the job done, but instead I turned the shower off and angrily dried myself, throwing my hair up into a knot on top of my head. Being alone was not what I wanted right now, and I was growing tired of the self-induced pleasure for one.

There was only one place I wanted to be, one set of hands I wanted wrapped around me and my decision was made before I was fully dressed, my ride ordered.

I was tired of waiting. Tired of being careful. And all his whispers about control only fuelled my eroticism.

I wanted to lose control. Lose control to him – with him.

Urged on by the sexual appetite he awakened, I grabbed my phone and keys and was out the door before I changed my mind.

When I exited the lift, I pretended to be on the phone to Arna to avoid another run-in with Adam, however, he was nowhere to be seen, and the driver was already waiting. It was even colder than before, and I was glad I'd worn a hoodie and sweats.

When I arrived back at Sebastian’s building, for a moment I faltered, hoping I hadn’t misread the evening and that he would be happy to see me. Regardless, I was here, and it was either going to be worth the risk or I would return home with a bruised ego, too embarrassed to even need my sad, old vibrator.

When the door swung open, my intake of breath was audible. His invitingly bare chest and freshly wet hair was bested only by the figure-hugging grey sweats he was wearing. I caught the brief widening of his eyes before I seized every ounce of courage I had, stepping forward to lace my arms around his neck and smash my mouth into his.

His response was feral, a rumble of contentment emanating from his chest as he walked us backwards into his apartment and slammed the door. His neck was damp with stray droplets, and he smelt fresh, the taste of mint on his tongue. The pure masculinity in the way he kicked the door closed elicited a moan of my own as he backed me into the wall and ground himself along me.

In terms of decision making, coming back was high on my list of successful life choices.

“I hope it’s okay I came back,” my words mixed with the erratic breathing our impassioned greeting evoked, the feel of him pressed hard against me bolstering my movements.

“You make me so crazy,” he answered, reaching up and collaring my neck while he devoured my mouth like there was no other choice, “I never want you to leave.” The rough authoritative tone of his voice was an instant flame to my already aroused core, and I ran my hands up and down the ridges of his torso as he took my mouth again. One of his hands trailed under my arse glueing me to him while he grazed his other hand underneath my hoodie to caress the side of my waist.

I writhed under his touch, urging him higher. The pure hunger I felt for him making me crazed.

Was this what it was always supposed to feel like?

An insatiable need to have them own your body and soul?

The realisation that I would have done absolutely anything he asked so long as he didn’t stop made me heady. When his fingers finally brushed the side of my breast, he realised I wasn’t wearing a bra at the same time as I gasped with need. He groaned into my mouth, and it was single handedly the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

He hastily reached for the hem of my jumper and lifted it above my head as I raised my arms to take it off. Staring at my now bare chest, he greedily took in my hard nipples, his eyes flaring before he nuzzled into my neck, kissing and moving down. I shamelessly arched in closer, wanting to feel my skin on his, and I ground into him, my nipples hardening further under his touch. He kissed his way down my throat, before hoisting me up against the door, forcing my legs to lock around him.

“Holy shit, Sebastian,” I hissed, when he took my nipple into his mouth, ripping at his hair with unabashed desire.

I felt close to the edge already. His touch triggering such carnality in me that I lost focus on where I ended and he began but I knew there was still too much clothing between us. I wanted him to trail that tongue down my body and show me what it felt like to have his mouth everywhere. Because if his tongue felt that good on my chest, I couldn’t imagine what it was going to be like where I really wanted him.

He licked patterns across my skin before greedily drawing my other nipple into his mouth evoking another moan from me. His hand moved to where he’d just been sucking, still wet from his touch as he pinched the peak between his fingers and oh god , I was done.

“Please take me to bed,” I begged, his tongue continuing the rapid flicker against my skin and I could think of nothing other than what it was going to feel like having him inside me.

“I don’t think I'm going to be able to control myself with you, babe.” His soft words, mumbled against my chest were so faint I wasn’t sure I was supposed to hear, but I grinned all the same. I loved his honesty, but more than that I loved the affection accompanying him calling me babe . The ownership associated with referring to me in an intimate and endearing way.

“Why do you think I came back?” I panted, “I want you to own me.” I said with a certitude I knew to my core. I trusted him without any shadow of a doubt.

“I need you to be sure, because once I taste you, I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to stop.” He was breathing hard and his words, while providing an opportunity for me to cease this before it went any further, only made me want him more.

“Seb,” I spoke against his mouth, “I want you to take control and make it memorable,” I added with a wink which was supposed to be seductive but based on the slight smirk he gave me, maybe missed the mark.

He carried me to his bedroom, never once breaking his lips from my neck and when he placed me on his bed and stood before me, I was speechless. The moonlight shadowed his muscles, and I licked my lips at the thought that he was here with me, and I was enough for someone so perfect. His eyes again raked my body, and I pressed my chest up, my head rolling back at the overwhelming need to have him touch me again. As if reading my mind, he stalked forward, reaching for the hem of my sweatpants while looking me directly in the eyes.

“If you want me to stop, you say so,” he said and I sat up on my elbows and wrapped my feet around the back of his legs pulling him down until he fell over me, his hands holding him up on either side. Grazing his cheek with my fingertips I felt bold.

“I don’t want you to stop. I need you to fuck me,” I said, lifting my hips to allow him the ease needed to take off my pants.

He groaned, sliding them down my legs and standing back to look at me laid bare, only wearing the lace panties I’d purposely chosen hoping for a moment like this.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he admired, before trailing a path of kisses up my thighs.

I lifted myself off the bed, desperate for him to again give me some kind of friction where I needed him most. I knew after the heavy petting and the feel of his cock grinding against me, I was already wet for him.

“So impatient,” he chastised with a cheeky grin, his hair a mess from where I yanked on it earlier and he looked freaking adorable. He kissed along the edge of my panties before moving them to the side and I felt his breath whispering against me as he spoke.

“Fuck, you’re so ready. I’m going to devour this gorgeous little pussy.” When he finally descended and his tongue grazed my clit, I groaned loudly, gripping the sheets hard to stop myself from suffocating him in my thighs. He took his time, placing soft kisses along my skin, moving up my stomach before he drew patterns with his tongue across my chest.

When he took my nipple in his mouth again, he grazed his fingers across the other sending electric sensations to my already throbbing clit.

I was panting loudly but I couldn’t for the life of me stop.

I never knew my nipples being touched could be a catalyst to making me wetter than I already was. But the way he was moving his mouth and hands was hot as fuck. I thrust my hips up, rubbing against his leg, desperate for any form of pressure to ease the ache.

“Hearing you moan is the best thing I’ve ever heard,” his words were molten lava to my core, and I silently vowed to whatever celestial being was listening that I would do whatever was needed to hold onto this indescribable pleasure. He slid my panties down my legs until I was fully naked and again stood and assessed my now entirely naked body. Moving atop me, he lightly rubbed my tattoo before he replaced his fingers with a delicate kiss.

It felt like I had been waiting forever to be in this very position and now I was ravenous.

Moving down to my soaked core, he slowly teased my opening with his fingers, drawing a line down my skin as he lightly licked and nipped at me.

“Oh god,” I drawled.

The intensity was undeniable – me, him, this moment. Everything about it was scorching.

I was lost to anything other than the man in front of me. I grabbed his hair, and he groaned, sending a vibration reverberating through me.

“Fuckkkkk,” he moaned when he circled my clit with his tongue and I was shameless, thrusting upwards to meet him. The sensation bled into every nerve ending. His mouth felt electric and while in the back of my mind I knew my grip must have been punishing, I couldn’t bring myself to stop. His hands grabbed hold of my arse as he pushed me into his mouth further.

Lucas had rarely ever gone down on me and even when he had, it was never like this. Mostly, I would end up having to fake an orgasm to get him to stop whilst maintaining his pathetic ego.

But with Sebastian, holy shit.

He was a woman’s fantasy come to life. His dark hair, which I was currently gripping, led to broad shoulders and I greedily mapped his body while he consumed my pussy.

I could feel the release building in my lower stomach as I drowned in the pleasure of his tongue. When he moved one hand back to my entrance and pushed a finger inside me, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I could have sworn I saw stars.

At that point, I would have swum the deepest of oceans for this man because he had me – hook, line and sinker.

I lost myself in the movements of his hand as he thrust into me while simultaneously devouring me with his mouth. The pleasure continued to build and when he latched onto my clit and sucked, I was overwhelmed with passion.

“I want you to come on my tongue,” his gruff voice hurtled me over the edge and into the most intense wave of pleasure I’d ever experienced.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, as I rode his face while keeping my grip firmly in his hair, “Oh my god, don’t stop,” I pleaded, as he licked and sucked my orgasm from me.

Riding the wave back down to earth, I opened my eyes to find him staring, suddenly embarrassed by how wanton I'd been while in the throes of lust. The salacious smirk he held was smug, self-assured and hot as fuck.

Licking his lips he crawled up towards me and as he moved towards my mouth, my pussy throbbed for more. I was exhausted and my legs were still shaking from the intensity of his mouth, but I needed more.

In a brief moment of bewilderment, I knew I was ruined for any other man.

Regardless of my inexperience in the bedroom, I was certain it did not feel like that with everybody and the sooner we did that again, the better.