I squeak as he rises to his feet. He plants his hands on either side of me on the table, then thrusts his face into mine. "One more word out of you, and I’ll turn you over, and take your ass right now."
I tip up my chin so my mouth is poised right below his. "I dare you to."
What am I doing? Why am I challenging him, knowing it might goad him into doing something I may not like? Or like too much, maybe. He brings out the brat in me. He makes me want to chip away at his control, until he snaps and shows me that dominating side of him. Oh, Seb is always restrained, but it’s that sadistic part of him, the one that’s so close to the surface that I can all but taste every time I lick him, it’s that part I want to reveal. So, I scoff in his face. "Thought so." I place my hand over the bulge in his crotch and squeeze.
His nostrils flare, and the skin around his eyes tightens. The tips of his ears turn white. No, I swear they do. I know, because I’m watching him very closely. I note every change in his expression with great interest, and no small amount of trepidation, to be honest. What would happen if I did push him over the precipice? What would happen if he finally let go of that control which has him bringing me to an almost-climax every time, only to pull back, despite the fact that he is also turned on, and painfully so?
He places his hand over mine, and kneads hard. I gasp as the column in his pants seems to lengthen further. He massages himself with his hand on mine, sliding our joined-up grips up and down the bulge. I don’t take my gaze off of his, and marvel as the golden sparks in his eyes seem to catch fire. It’s so hot, so erotic. Heat flushes my skin and a bead of sweat trickles down my spine. He seems to grow impossibly bigger, the hard length of him stabbing into my palm.
The emptiness in my core grows and writhes, wanting more, so much more. I wriggle around, trying to squeeze my inner muscles together.
He claps his other palm on the nape of my neck, and squeezes down, holding me in place, even as he continues to get himself off with our joined palms. He compresses his hold with such force that my hand begins to ache. The pressure builds in my lower belly. The hardness at his crotch continues to swell and push up against my fingers. It’s incredibly erotic, knowing I have the most sensitive part of him in the palm of my hand. He leans in even closer, until our noses bump, until we share breath, until his lips brush mine. He stares into my eyes as his movements get more frantic. Until his thickness feels so stiff that I’m sure it’s going to tear through the fabric of his pants. That’s when he pulls my hand away from his crotch. He removes his palm from my neck. He grabs my waist, lowers me to the floor between him and the table, then he flips me over, and pushes me down so my cheek is plastered to the hard surface.
31
Seb
I flip up her skirt, and the creamy globes of her ass are bared to my gaze. So damn tempting. Before I can stop myself, I bend and bite the curve of her ass cheek.
She gasps, then writhes around. Her butt twitches. I straighten, and massage the bite marks on her ass.
"You’re so fucking tempting," I growl. I hadn’t meant to lose my control, but when she insulted my masculinity, she knew exactly what she was doing. When she touched my raging arousal through my pants, I was a goner.
"You manipulated me." I lean over and place my mouth next to her ear. "You pushed and prodded at my control, knowing if you pressed the right buttons, you’d get a reaction from me."
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," she taunts.
"Is that right?" I close my teeth around her ear lobe and tug. She moans. I suck on it, then release it, only to drag my tongue around the shell of her ear. Her entire body jerks.
"What are you doing?" she gasps, her voice breathless.
"Making you pay for what you did."
I reach over, grab the bottle of olive oil on the table, then straighten.
"Why do you need that?" She gulps.
"Why do you think?"
She tries to rise up, but I press down on her back. "Stay there," I order.
"But I don’t wanna," she pouts.
"Not giving you a choice, Princess." I remove the cork of the bottle with my teeth, and spit it aside. Then I dribble the oil over the valley between her ass cheeks.
"Seb, please," she gasps. "Seb…"
"Do you want me to stop?" I glare at her face.
She glances at me from the corner of her eye.
"Do you?"
She shakes her head.
"Then keep your mouth closed, or I’ll do it for you."
She huffs, but doesn’t reply. She juts out her lower lip, andDio Santo,I want to fit my mouth on hers and bite down on it.