“You might be a little young for me,” the senior citizen said, handing him an ax. “I like my men well seasoned!”
Hunter came by and threw a blanket over his brother’s shoulders. “This is out of control.”
But people were already lining up to take bets on the ax-throwing competition.
“I don’t know whether I want to stay and watch this display of masculine energy,” Amy said, half sitting on my lap and kissing my jaw then my neck then my mouth, “or if I want to have a well-seasoned man of my own.”
“I think you definitely want option two.”
43
Amy
“Don’t forget, though,” I told Sebastian as he leaned down to kiss me. “I like things messy.”
“I’m starting to come on board with your way of thinking,” he said, picking me up and carrying me into his corner office.
The windows looked out over Main Street, where the festival was in full swing.
He set me down on his desk and kissed me roughly, taking off his shirt.
From the intense look in his eye, I knew that I was in for a good time—well, a better time than usual.
I ran my hands up and down his chest as he unbuttoned my blouse. When I found his nipples, I lightly tweaked first one and then the other.
Sebastian sat back and gazed at me with an amused expression flitting across his face.
“Not a hot spot?” I asked cheekily.
“No, I'd much rather tweak your nipples.”
“Don't you dare!” I laughed, clutching him to me again as he bit down the length of my neck and sucked a trail there that made me gasp and groan. From the heat down below, I knew my pussy was already on board, wet and ready for him.
My shirt came off, and he made good on his promise, one hand playing and squeezing my tit while he sucked hard on my nipple. Sebastian always seemed to know exactly how to touch my tits. He wasn't afraid to be rough but never enough to cause discomfort—only sweet arousal.
“Sebastian...” My hands looped around his neck as his free hand slid up my thigh and under my skirt.
His fingers hit home, and he stilled for just a moment, then pulled back to look at me with a slight smile on his face. “You didn't wear panties tonight?”
“I told you. I like things messy.” I leaned into him. “Dirty.”
He laughed and leaned over me again. His strong fingers went to work, stroking over my clit just the way I liked.
“Ohhh...” I leaned back to open my legs and give him as much access as he wanted.
Sebastian followed me down, his mouth returning to my other breast. He laved it reverently while his fingers picked up the pace, stroking my clit with just enough pleasure to drive me wild.
“Sebastian...I'm going to come if you keep that up.”
“That's the idea,” he growled and lightly bit the nipple. “I want you good and wet for me, Amy. I want to hear you squeal.”
I was already good and wet for him, but my pleasure-addled brain knew better than to say that. I moaned again and surrendered to his touches, rolling my hips up and arching my back so that he could suckle me again. I felt wanton, naked in front of him on the desk while he was half-clothed.
My body shook, and I reached my climax and gasped Sebastian's name through it.
He brought me down bit by bit, kissing over my collarbone and his fingers stilling their dance.
He looked down at me, a slightly smug smile on his face.
