Gramercy Nights (The Argo Press Trilogy Book 1) (19 page)

He reaches for the top button of his jeans, his eyes never leaving my face. “Flip over. I want your face against the mattress.”

I hear his pants hit the floor.

“Hands behind you.” Desire pools between my thighs as I clench them together impatiently, trying to ease my throbbing need.

I feel the gentle sag of the mattress as Sebastian sits behind me, trailing one hand over the swell of my backside, making me lean into his palm, my desperate movements bringing a throaty laugh from him.

“You’re a hungry little thing, aren’t you?” His hand leaves my body, making me groan. “Have you ever been tied up before?”

I shake my head nervously, suddenly aware of my inexperience.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I sigh.

“Good.” He places one tantalizing kiss on the nap of my neck. “I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll never hurt you.”

I take a ragged breath. “Sebastian…”

He chuckles. “Good things come to those who wait,” he teases, his voice bringing goose bumps to my flesh. With agonizing slowness, he slides one finger into my sex and I shudder around him.

“I don’t want to wait!” I cry out, stunned by the desperation I feel but too far gone to care. The ache between my thighs is driving me crazy, and if he doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to combust.

He grabs my wrists, pulling them firmly together, making my back arch as my breasts are pushed farther into the bed, and I feel something smooth tightening around my wrists.

“This will leave a mark,” he warns, yanking the material tight, and I struggle to separate my wrists, testing the bonds. It’s secure without cutting into me. I give it another yank, trying to separate my hands, and quickly realize no matter how much I struggle, I’ll never get free. Not without Sebastian’s help. The idea is oddly liberating. And absolutely terrifying.

Sebastian digs his fingers into the soft flesh of my hips, roughly bringing me to my knees, my cheek pressed firmly into the mattress. My ass is on display and cool air caresses my wet pussy and I realize for the first time just how vulnerable I am, how completely and utterly at the mercy of this man I barely know.

“Sebastian.” My voice shakes as a bubble of panic rises in my chest.

He presses a gentle kiss to my check, brushing my hair from my face. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you. I’ll never let anything happen to you.” He leans back, settling on his haunches, his fingers still digging into my hips, holding me firmly in place as he sinks his teeth into the flesh of my ass, eliciting a muffled scream, then licks the indents left in my skin. “You’re fucking stunning.”

The awe in his voice takes my breath away. Sebastian runs his talented fingers over my slick folds, teasing me, and I’m suddenly aware that if I try to move, I’ll topple over. I’m his. Just as the realization sinks in, Sebastian plunges two fingers deep inside of me, curling up as he spreads me wide.

“You’re already so fucking wet.”

“I’m always wet when I’m with you,” I admit.

“Tell me what you want.”

“You. Sebastian. I want you.”

“You can do better than that.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Sebastian chuckles. “Oh, I’m definitely going to fuck you. But I don’t think you’re ready.”

I groan in frustration. And so begins his delicious assault on my senses. I can’t move. I don’t know how he does it, how he controls himself, his whole focus concentrated on the tiny space between my legs. He fucks me languidly with his fingers while his thumb finds my aching clit, massaging me, bringing me right to the edge. I squeeze my eyes shut, panting, trying to focus on the delicious feelings building inside me, the pleasure radiating through me. My muscles tighten around him, and I know I’m close, so close.

I cry out in frustration when his fingers slip out, leaving me panting for more. His full weight leans against me and then his fingers are brushing my lips. “Open your mouth. I want you to taste just how delicious your cunt is.”

I part my lips, taking his fingers into my mouth, tasting my musky aroma, sucking him clean.

“That’s it, baby.”

I whimper when he pulls his fingers away and he just lets out a throaty laugh. “Do you want me inside you?”

“Yes!”

“Say it.”

I suck in a deep breath. “I want you inside me. I need your cock inside me.”

He rubs my ass firmly, his firm touch warming my already fevered skin. “Spread your legs wider.”

I struggle to do as he says, my balance precarious, and his strong hands steady my trembling body. The exertion required to hold myself up is killing me but I don’t want to be released, I only want release. Sebastian shifts behind me, his hands lifting my hips and I can finally feel his thick head pressing into my waiting entrance. I rock back, trying to take him inside but he leans away, depriving me of the one thing I need most.

“Please,” I beg. Sebastian’s fingers dig into me, and I know it will leave a mark, but I don’t care. I want his marks on my skin. I want them there as a reminder. “Please.”

“I like hearing you beg,” he says, chuckling. “I need to know you need this as much as I do.”

“For the love of God, Sebastian!”

Sebastian brushes his fingers over my clit, making me squirm. His cock is nestled at my pussy, taunting me. When I think I can’t wait another second, he thrusts into me, filling me completely, and I cry out. He keeps one hand on my clit as he fucks me roughly, possessing me completely. He’s utterly in control and all I can do is let my body melt into him, relinquishing whatever control I have left to his expertise, moaning with the pleasure he gives me.

“I love fucking you,” he whispers. “Love the way you feel around my cock. So hot and tight and warm.” My whole body tenses as he brushes a finger over my asshole. “I want you here,” he says roughly, pushing slightly against me before his finger withdraws. “I want to know I’ve had every part of you. You mouth. Your cunt. You ass. I want everything.”

My heart pounds, the pressuring building as he picks up speed, fucking me faster and faster. It’s a delicious feeling, pleasure and pain mingled together, indistinguishable. My shoulders ache. But all I can feel is Sebastian. On me. In me. Possessing me completely and before I know it, the first tremors of climax overtake me and I hear him whisper in my ear, “That’s it. Let go,” and I scream his name as wave after wave roll over me, and I am lost.

My body twitches around his rock solid cock, suddenly aware of his size as he stretches me, pushing harder and harder, his fingers never leaving my clit, a delicious pain consuming me as he finally comes, filling me with his hot release.

I feel a gentle tug on my wrists as he releases me from my binding and the blood rushes back to my arms. He rubs his hands up and down my tingling flesh as the feeling returns to my muscles.

Sebastian is propped up on one elbow, watching me with a pleased look on his face. I glance at my wrists, noticing for the first time the purple indents from where I’ve been restrained and his eyes follow mine, a frown appearing on his face.

“Did I hurt you?”

My lips curl into a shy smile as I trace the purple indents circling my wrists.

“No,” I say, my voice laced with wonder. “It’s beautiful.”

His eyes scan my face and when he realizes I’m completely serious, I see the tension melt away and he smiles. “Get over here and give me a kiss.”

My stomach takes this moment to rumble, interrupting the unexpected intimacy of the moment and I realize I never got around to eating dinner. Sebastian flashes me another grin. “Hungry?”

“Starved.”

Sebastian pulls eggs and a hunk of cheese from the fridge and flips on the overhead light. “How does an omelet sound?” he asks, glancing over his shoulder.

“I love eggs for dinner.”

“Perfect.” He moves gracefully around the kitchen, his movements economical and skilled, cracking eggs with one hand, melting a pat of butter in a stainless steel pan. He’s wearing nothing but black boxer briefs, his muscles flexing slightly as he moves. I could spend all night just staring at his perfectly formed body.

“Do you cook a lot?” I ask, sipping the sparkling water he handed me.

Sebastian glances over his shoulder, a spatula poised in one hand. The sight is unexpectedly domestic. And unbelievably erotic. “The basics. Pasta, eggs, steak. During the week I’m usually too busy for anything else.” He turns back to the sizzling pan in front of him and I sit back, enjoying the view. “I’d rather cook than go out every night.”

“Makes sense. If I had this kitchen, I’d cook all the time.”

“All done.” He flips off the burner and slides the perfectly browned omelet onto a plate and places it in front of me.

My stomach rumbles again. “It smells amazing.” It really does. Butter and melted cheese and freshly cracked pepper. “You’re not eating?” I ask when Sebastian slips into the seat beside me.

He reaches for my glass, shaking his head before taking a sip. “I already ate.”

His loss. I take a bite and groan. If possible, this tastes even better than it smells and it smells to die for. I take another bite.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” I say between bites. “Even if you were a bit of an ass.”

Sebastian stiffens slightly and I rest my hand on his muscular thigh, waiting for him to gradually relax.

“Me too,” Sebastian responds at last and I try to ignore the unmistakable sadness in his voice.

I yawn, pushing the plate away without finishing. The clock on the stove says it’s a little after two in the morning and my whole body aches, my muscles pleasantly sore.

Sebastian smiles down at me, his long dark lashes resting on his cheeks, his face soft and kind. He takes my hand in his. “Let’s go to bed.”

It’s still dark when I wake up to Sebastian spreading my legs and it takes a moment for me to realize this is real, that I’m actually here, in bed with this man, and not dreaming. His fingers dip inside me, spreading my slickness, readying me for him. I arch my back, half-asleep, my body responding to his touch while my mind is still trying to claw itself awake.

“Shhh,” he mumbles, kissing my eyelids before his lips find mine, his tongue gently slipping between them.

He slips inside me, filling me completely, and I push back into him as his hands take possession of my breasts, teasing my nipples into sharp points. He fucks me slowly, deliciously. There’s no hurry to his movements, just a steady coaxing of my half-asleep senses, and when I come, moaning softly, it isn’t the earth shattering orgasm from earlier, but something deeper, something almost more powerful. The gentle waves of my body bring Sebastian to a shuttering finish and I drift off with him still inside me.

Chapter Twenty-One

“What time is it?” I ask, stifling a yawn. The room is bathed in the pale white light of early morning and Sebastian is sitting at the edge of the bed, fully dressed, watching me.

He glances at his watch. “A little after eight.”

“It’s Saturday. Don’t you ever sleep?” I ask, making a face as I push the blankets off my naked body. Suddenly I have Sebastian’s complete attention.

He shakes his head, smiling slightly. “God, you’re distracting.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I say playfully and I can feel my nipples harden just from Sebastian’s appreciative gaze.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” He leans over and kisses my cheek.

“Are you going to join me?”

“I wish. Unfortunately, I have a few phone calls I need to make,” he murmurs into my ear.

I don’t want Sebastian to go. I want him right back in bed with me and I think he can sense that because he nuzzles my neck for a moment longer, his hot breath making my skin light up with excitement and for a moment I think he’s going to give in but then he’s pulling back. “Go back to sleep. I’ll come back in when I’m done.”

I groan and pull the sheets over my head and I can hear Sebastian laughing at me. It isn’t fair that he has this affect on my body. But he does. And it seems pointless trying to deny it. I want Sebastian with every fiber of my being.

In the end, I’m too keyed up to go back to sleep, so I slip from the bed. I take one look at the red dress I wore to the launch party and groan. I may have looked great in it but there is no way I’m putting that back on. The door to Sebastian’s walk-in closet is open and I grab one of his t-shirts and a pair of boxer briefs.

Sebastian is sitting at the kitchen counter, drinking a cup of coffee when I finally come out.

“I thought you were going back to sleep?”

“I thought you were going to join me,” I mumble, making Sebastian’s face split into a grin. He slips out of his chair, his hands finding my hips as he pulls me to him.

“I like this outfit on you,” he whispers into my ear as his hands explore my body, caressing my ass as he pulls me closer, anchoring me firmly against him.

“It was this or last night’s dress. This seemed like the better choice.”

“Mmm,” he murmurs into my hair, his low voice a soft caress, “I wouldn’t have complained if you’d simply decided to forgo clothing altogether.”