Gramercy Nights (The Argo Press Trilogy Book 1) (9 page)

“Please what?”

“Don’t make me beg,” I plead.

“I like the idea of you begging,” Sebastian teases, sending a sharp stab of want through me and my eyes flutter closed. I am putty in his hands and he knows it.

“Tell me what you want, Danielle. Tell me what you need.”

“I don’t know. You. This.”

Fingers trail down my neck then dance across my collarbone before flitting lower, along the swell of my breasts. My nipples harden, crying out for his touch but he carefully avoids them, instead tracing the full curve of my breasts. I feel his weight shift on the couch and when I open my eyes, he’s crouching before me.

“God, you’re stunning.” The want reflected in his piercing green eyes bowls me over. “And unacceptably overdressed,” he clucks disapprovingly and I watch through half-closed eyes as he unties my shoes, each movement tantalizingly slow, before slipping them from my feet and throwing them behind him. I stare in captivated silence as he lifts my foot and places his lips flat against my instep.

Sebastian gently returns my foot to the floor and stands. “I’m going to get us a drink. When I return, I hope you’ll be naked.”

I swallow hard. My hands shake as I frantically pull my shirt and bra over my head and slide out of my jeans and it isn’t until I’m about to lower my panties that I stop, realizing what I’m doing. In the distance, I hear a cork pop in the background, Sebastian opening a bottle of champagne, and I stare out the large windows, chest heaving as I try to steady myself. If there’s anyone across the street, all they’ll have to do is look out the window to receive an unfettered view of my body, lewdly spread on Sebastian’s white couch.

My gaze is still fixed on the windows and what lays beyond them when Sebastian hands me an elegant champagne flute.

His eyes flick to the window before returning to my face. “Are you bothered by the idea that someone might see you?”

I close my eyes, letting Sebastian’s question float through me. Does it bother me? No, I realize, shaking my head.

“Does it turn you on?”

I nod, eyes wide, and am rewarded by the sound of Sebastian’s rich laughter. Before I can give it another thought, I lift my hips and slide down my panties, ridding myself of my last article of clothing. He sucks in sharply, eyes riveted on the small patch of pubic hair covering me.

The way his eyes trail over my body appreciatively, like I’m the most beautiful woman alive, like I’m the only woman alive, has to be the greatest aphrodisiac in the world. He sips champagne, savoring it, his eyes never leaving my body. The way he’s looking at me…god, it makes me want to do all sorts of dirty, dirty things. He gives me an encouraging smile before setting down his glass. His gaze burns my skin, and when his hand fans across my shoulders, I can feel it down to my core, making my pussy wet and needy.

“I can’t tell you how happy I am to finally have you here,” he says, his hand roving until it finds my nipple, rolling it between his fingers until it’s a sharp point. “I’ve thought about this since the moment I saw you. How you would look, how you would taste, how you’d respond to my touch.” He sinks into the seat next to me, his hand never leaving my breast and I feel his lips fluttering against my neck, making the hairs on my arms stand up straight. “I’ve wanted to hold you, to take you. You’re all I could think about,” he breathes out, his voice a throaty whisper.

I turn to face him, stunned by his brazen words and the heat in his eyes. He runs his tongue over his lips, and all I can think is how it would feel to have that tongue on my skin, devouring me, tasting me and the glint in his eyes tells me he knows exactly what I’m thinking.

He takes my mouth, kissing me fervently, demanding that I open for him, that I give myself over to him and I do, happily, willingly, my heart pounding in my chest. He pulls my lower lip into his mouth, giving it a soft bite that only makes me ache for more. When he finally releases my mouth, I’m panting and we’ve only just begun. He trails his mouth down my body, kissing and licking as he goes, tasting the perspiration on my skin. He looks up at me just as his mouth closes around my nipple, his eyes wide and desirous, and I lean back, lost in the feel of his warm mouth on my fevered skin.

Finally, when I don’t think I can take another second of his teasing mouth, he moves away and takes a seat on the edge of the coffee table, his face thoughtful.

“What are you doing?” I ask in frustration. What I wouldn’t give to know what he’s thinking right now, but he gives nothing away, and I try not to squirm under the weight of his gaze. Finally, he nods.

“Touch yourself.”

I stare at him. No one has ever asked me to play with myself before, but his firm tone leaves no room for argument. I reach one tentative hand towards my aching clit but he shakes his head, chuckling. “This isn’t a race. Let me see how you pleasure yourself. Teach me what you like.”

I groan but move my hand away and begin caressing my heavy breasts. My nipples are hard as I roll them between my fingers. I’ve never done this with someone watching and maybe I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I’m so turned on I think I might explode. And the way his lips part hungrily tells me Sebastian is loving this just as much as I am.

“Spread your legs. I want to see you.”

I do, feeling the air wash over my slick folds as I continue flicking my nipples. My clit is begging for attention but I find myself waiting for him to give the word, to tell me it’s okay and the anticipation makes my breathing quicken and my mouth fall open slightly.

Sebastian leans forward, his champagne forgotten, his darkened eyes locked on my hands. It feels like an eternity has passed when Sebastian finally tells me to trail my hands slowly down my body and stroke my clit and I jump in response to my fingers on my engorged flesh. Eyes closed, I slide a single finger into my throbbing pussy, imagining Sebastian’s hands on me, inside of me, instead of my own. A moan escapes my lips. My pussy is drenched, soft and eager, and I return to rubbing small circles around my clit.

“Sebastian…” His name is heavy with want, with need. I need him.

“Don’t stop.”

When my eyes flutter open, Sebastian is gripping the edge of the coffee table, his jaw tense, his eyes glazed with desire.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

I shudder at the hunger in Sebastian’s voice. Sweat breaks across my skin as I continue pinching my nipples. I’m so close. I’ve never been this close with someone else. I’m afraid I won’t be able to, that just as I’m almost there, my body will slam down, putting a frustrating end to the pleasure I feel, the climax I crave.

As if he can sense my thoughts, Sebastian abandons his seat, dropping between my knees, his firm hands resting on my thighs, spreading me wider. “You smell amazing.” His voice is a low growl and he lowers his head to my pussy, breathing me in deeply, his nose brushing against my sex. I freeze. The panic suddenly making my chest constrict. I can’t do this.

“Don’t stop,” he breathes, kissing my inner thigh, his dark stubble chafing my delicate skin. There’s something in the urgency of his voice that makes me want to obey, that makes me want to relinquish all control to this man.

The rough heat of his tongue on my sensitive flesh sends a wild groan through me. As my fingers keep stroking my clit, he runs his tongue the length of my folds. This feels so decadent, so lewd. The sight of this powerful man on his knees fills me with excitement. I feel one long finger slowly enter me, filling me, and my muscles tense around him.

“You’re so wet,” he moans, exhaling, withdrawing his finger and my hips arch to meet him, begging him to touch me, to take him deeper, and when he slides a second finger inside me, I can feel the first stirrings of an orgasm spreading through me, my toes clenching, a flush crossing my cheeks. “So tight. I can’t want to be inside of you. Can’t wait to feel every inch of you.” Sebastian’s words are nearly enough to push me over the edge and me just sense it, because his fingers speed up as he says, “Let me hear you.”

I move my fingers faster and faster, pushing myself closer as Sebastian glides in and out of me, and it doesn’t take much more until every muscle in my body constricts and his name is a ragged moan torn from my lips as I burst into a million pieces and sag into the couch, spent.

Sebastian kisses the inside of my thigh before easing his fingers from my still trembling pussy and settles back on his heels, his eyes finding mine, and what I see there, that mix of awe and wonder, takes my breath away. Slowly, he gets to his feet, his eyes never leaving mine. “Don’t you dare ever say you’re broken again,” he says fiercely. “You’re fucking perfect.”

I sit up hazily. I feel drugged. And it’s the most amazing feeling in the world. Every muscle in my body heavy and sated. I’m completely naked, spread open, while Sebastian watches me, still clothed, but I don’t care.

Right now, I couldn’t have a care in the world.

Sebastian leans down and kisses me possessively, his tongue slipping into my mouth and I can taste the champagne and my arousal on his lips. I blink, still too stunned to believe what just happened.

He settles next to me, pulling me into the hard expanse of his chest, the fabric of his shirt rough against my flushed, naked skin.

“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs, kissing my neck softly, his words muffled but clear. “I want to know you. I want to know every inch of you.”

And I know in this moment, no matter what, I’ll never be able to hide from Sebastian.

Chapter Eleven

Sebastian gathers me into his arms and I nuzzle my face into his warm chest as he carries me effortlessly across the wide expanse of his apartment and places me gently on the huge bed in his room. I look around, blinking, taking it all in. Two walls are taken up by enormous windows, but unlike in the living room, here the windows are covered in white muslin curtains, sheer enough to let in the light from the street. On one wall is an enormous abstract painting, and I stare at it, mesmerized. The longer I look at it, the more what at first seemed like random brush strokes coalesce into recognizable images, a nipple, a thigh, the curve of a breast, the effect subtly erotic.

Sebastian stands at the foot of the bed, his elegant fingers unfastening the buttons of his shirt. When he tosses aside his shirt, my mouth suddenly goes dry. He’s breathtaking. All hard, lean muscle leading down to a perfect V that disappears into his low-slung jeans. He’s perfect. Amazing. I bite my lip, letting my eyes wander hungrily over his chiseled torso.

With a playful grin, he unbuttons his pants and then pushes his jeans down his muscular thighs. He’s standing before me in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. There’s a smattering of dark hair across his wide chest and a trail leading from his belly button, disappearing into his briefs. I want to run my tongue along that line, following it…I inhale sharply at the sight of the enormous bulge in his boxers. With one quick movement, he rids himself of his briefs, freeing his rock hard cock and I breathe in the sight of him, all masculine perfection.

I have never, in all my life, seen a more beautiful cock.

The air between us crackles, drenching my pussy with anticipation. He’s mine. All mine. And that knowledge is enough to make me want to launch myself at him, but I just lean back, running my tongue seductively over my lips as my legs part in invitation.

He doesn’t move, devouring me with his eyes, and I can see the muscles in his jaw tighten, like he’s fighting desperately for control.

“Tell me,” he says as he saunters towards the bed, his movements unrushed, “would you like me to fuck you?” One eyebrow lifts questioningly.

“Very much, yes,” I mumble, making Sebastian laugh.

The bed shifts as he kneels in front of me, crawling towards me. The look in his eyes is predatory, like he wants to rip the flesh from my bones, a look that on another man might have sent me running in fear, but I’m not afraid.

He parts my thighs, spreading me open before him. The lips of my pussy are still tender yet aching for more. I can’t believe I want him again already, but I do. When he leans into me, his rough stubble brushes the sensitive skin of my thighs as he nips and kisses, approaching my trembling center.

When he finally looks up, his eyes are intense, blazing, and I reach out for him, trying to draw him closer. I want his lips on mine, I want his cock buried deep inside of me, but he shakes his head.

“I need to taste you again.”

With that he buries his head between my thighs, his tongue expertly exploring every inch of my over-sensitized body, but he holds me still, not letting me escape the delicious torture of his tongue. I let my head fall back on the pillow and groan.

Before long, my hips are bucking beneath his attentive mouth. Finally, just as I’m about to beg him to fuck me, I hear him chuckle. He kisses his way up my body, leaving no inch of fevered skin untouched. He pauses over my nipples then sinks down, sucking the puckered tip into his talented mouth, making me squirm. He bites down tentatively and I moan, which only makes him bite harder. When my nipple is screaming, he shifts his attention to my mother nipple. This is too much, exquisite torture at the lips of a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Please,” I beg. I don’t care how I sound, how desperate. I need him. Now.

He hovers over my breast. “Tell me what you want.” His voice is a husky whisper sending shivers through my body.