“So, I should trust my gut and just go for it, huh?”
“Sure. What’s the worst that can happen?”
Seth didn’t answer, not with words anyway. Instead, he pulled some kind of sneaky manoeuvre that was damn impressive. One minute I was lying there, my head resting on his leg while he played with my hair. The next, his leg was gone replaced by a cushion, and he was hovering over me upside down.
My heart pounded.
My insides tingled.
For the last couple of hours, hell, since I’d run into him at the café the other night, my body had been on edge, craving the release that only he knew how to give. I’d tried taking care of it myself multiple times, but it just left me feeling empty and completely unsatisfied.
When he leaned down and kissed me, upside-down Spiderman style, I whimpered.
“Do you not want…”
He didn’t even manage to finish his sentence before I was wrapping my hand around his neck and forcing his lips back down to mine. Seth was slow, measured, tentative, and everything I didn’t need right now. I needed him to fuck me. Hard and rough and raw. We’d have time later for sweet sex, but sweet sex needed a bed and fluffy pillows and hours to snuggle. Right now, was time for fucking. I needed him to fuck me like he meant it. Pull my hair and spank my arse. And I needed it now.
“Fuck me.”
“You sure?”
“Fuck me now, Seth.”
“You asked for it.”
I don’t know what exactly I’d asked for, but based on the look of determination etched on his face, I was going to enjoy whatever the hell I had coming to me.
Moving down my body, Seth inched my dress up my thighs, and I felt the goose pimples appear, and it wasn’t the air conditioning. When I was exposed to him, I tried to clamp my thighs together, embarrassed by my already drenched panties.
“Don’t fucking hide from me,” Seth growled, running his finger down my seam.
I don’t know if it was his voice or his touch that had my knees falling open and my shame evaporating. Propping myself up on my elbows, I watched as Seth pushed my underwear out of his way with his knuckle, ignoring the bite of electricity against my skin before devouring me like a starving man. My moans echoed off the walls of his empty apartment and within minutes, my hips moving on their own as I chased the orgasm that felt like it was just out of reach. And it was all Seth’s fault. His talented tongue would bring me to the brink and just before I toppled over into the abyss, he pulled back forcing me back from the edge.
Unable to wait a second longer, I demanded what I wanted. “If you won’t get me there, get out of the way and I’ll take care of it myself,” I threatened.
Being the prick he was, Seth just lifted his head from between my thighs, his chin shiny with my excitement, and smirked at me. “Is that so?”
“Seth…” His name fell like a desperate, needy plea from my lips.
Ducking his head, Seth nipped at my clit, and I shattered into a million tiny pieces, white spots dancing in my vision. “Oh, my god,” I panted as I rode out the waves.
“Name’s Seth, sweetheart.” He grinned, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.
I don’t even know how but he looked even fucking better all mussed up and with me all over his face. Reaching for him, I tried to pull him towards me, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he started playing with me. Strumming me like I was a guitar, and he was Slash. My back bowed, and I clamped my lips together, trying to hold back my begging. I was already so sensitive it wasn’t going to take much for me to explode again.
“Come for me, Claire,” Seth commanded as he slipped two fingers inside me.
“I…I…I can’t,” I panted out, barely able to form words.
When he curled his fingers in that come-hither motion and stared me straight in the eye, there was no way I could hold back. “You can and you will. Now!” His words were all I needed to take a running leap straight over the edge again. My toes curled, my body quivered, and I melted into his lush new carpet.
Grabbing his wrist, I pulled him towards me and kissed him with all the energy I had left, which honestly wasn’t much. Feeling his heavy, hard cock rubbing against me, I found myself wondering if I could come again as his tongue duelled with mine. Twice was incredible. Three times in such quick succession may have me unable to walk tomorrow. An experiment I was happy to sign up for.
“You need to fuck me, Seth.”
“Are you telling me what to do?” he mumbled against my neck as he licked and nipped and sucked the spot under my ear. Trying to clamp my thighs together, I was stopped by Seth’s thick thigh.
Snaking my hand down between us, I grabbed his cock and squeezed him through his pants, earning me an intoxicating growl.
