Fuck it.
Any concerns over why I was there fell to the wayside, as I blushed and fidgeted under Seb’s intense scrutiny. I no longer cared if I was special or why he chose me. The hormone-laden blood that flooded my system, along with the rapid thrumming of my pulse, demanded my attention. I wanted what Seb offered. Badly. His particular reasons no longer mattered. Only mine.
Seb winked. “Don’t be embarrassed, Kylie. If you only knew how fucking hot you look right now.”
I might not have been able to see everything, but based on Seb’s expression and the very interested reaction of a certain part of his body—one he reached down and fisted so he could slowly stroke the stiff length—I knew he was pleased.
“You’re not special” flicked through my mind again, but I pushed it out. I wanted Seb and was not about to ruin it, especially not because of something so pointless as feeling insecure.
Seb took a few minutes to stare and stroke himself. I stared back, watching his fist move as I tried not to fidget. When I thought I might burst if he didn’t touch me, Seb finally released his impressive erection and climbed up on the bed. His significant weight jostled me, but because of the bindings, I only moved a bit and remained in the center of the island-sized mattress.
Okay, Kylie. Relax.
I took a deep breath and exhaled. Seb looked at me with the most carnal expression I’d ever seen.
Oh, boy.
Let the games begin.
Seb
I kneeled between Kylie’s long, sinewy legs and took the time to memorize every last inch of her body. If I didn’t think there was at least a fifty-fifty chance she’d disappear—for everything to have been a dream from the time she got into my truck up to that moment—I’d have pinched myself. Kylie was simply too good to be real. Too perfect.
Again, I dragged my gaze up and down her fit, curvy body, and with the exception of several mouthwatering freckles I would soon taste, there wasn’t a single flaw to be found. Her pale skin flushed in various places as I gave her a thorough inspection. She squirmed for me and that stunning rosy hue spread. I took in the swell of her breasts, not too big and not too small, the taper of her slender, but not too skinny waist, the arc of her hips, and the glistening slit between her thighs. I licked my lips, not knowing where I wanted to start. So many things to do and tr
y.
I zeroed in on her breasts and smirked. Kylie liked nipple play. I leaned forward and placed my hands on her outstretched arms, then ran my hands from her wrists, over her armpits, and down to the soft swells of her breasts. Kylie let out a little mewl when I circled her dusky nipples and lightly pinched them, rolled them just hard enough for her to feel. Kylie’s lips fell open, but she stayed quiet and instead used her eyes to beg for more.
My cock kicked and I grinned. I pinched harder, but not quite as firm as she wanted. Still, her reaction was beautiful. Kylie panted as the anticipation built. Her chest heaved up and down and her ribs went in and out as I played her body like a finely tuned instrument. Once I got her nice and worked up, I gave her nipples an aggressive twist and squeezed… hard. She groaned and her bucked hips off the bed. It was so hot, when she shouted my name my dick ached from the rush of blood.
Oh fuuuuck.
“Seb! Oh god…”
“You like it rough,” I said, mostly to myself, confirming what I already knew about her. I did it again.
Kylie moaned loudly and her back bowed. “God yes. H-harder.”
Jesus. It felt like every drop of blood in my body rerouted to my cock. It pulsed and throbbed painfully. I wanted to plow that sweet pussy so badly my balls hung heavy and my dick spit up pre-come. But I wasn’t done exploring. I wanted to take my time and enjoy my new playground. Instead of twisting her nipples, I licked my lips, bent over, and took one in my mouth, using my fingers to manipulate the other. I pinched the tight bud and simultaneously bit down.
Kylie screamed and my cock jerked angrily. An honest to god fucking screamer. One of my biggest kinks. Well, after the chains, and cuffs, and a tiny bit of pain… whatever. Hard no longer described the state of my dick. Tire iron was more appropriate.
In the hours that led up to that moment, ever since our rendezvous in the hotel attached to the arena, I had constructed a million different scenarios, various versions of foreplay. Most of them involved bringing Kylie to the edge of orgasm over and over as she writhed and bucked. Her skin would be covered in bite marks and bright red handprints and she eventually begged me to fuck her. Cried for it. Every last one of those fantasies went up in smoke as I watched Kylie lose her ever-loving mind from a bit of nipple stimulation.
She was fucking made for me.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god…” Her head thrashed from side to side and her body twisted what little it could within the confines of the chains. I couldn’t look away, thoroughly entranced. Kylie’s reactions went way beyond anything I’d experienced, and we hadn’t even got to the good stuff yet.
“Maudit calvare,” I muttered under my breath. Kylie was breathing so hard and fast she didn’t hear me. In fact, the glazed-over look in her eyes said she was off in another universe. The fact that I did that to her, sent Kylie soaring, and with so little effort, blew my damn mind.
Moving faster than should be possible without a pair of blades on my feet, I unclasped the cuffs on Kylie’s ankles and rolled on the condom I’d dropped on the bed. Fuck foreplay. My dick was going to snap off if I didn’t get inside her. Without instruction, Kylie kept her legs spread. She panted heavily and waited to see what I did next.
“I’m sorry.” I growled in desperation. “I planned to draw this out, but I can’t wait any longer.” With that, I shoved my cock in her tight pussy and kept going until my balls touched her skin.
Kylie groaned as I split her open. The silken walls of her pussy clenched and rippled around my dick and already, a familiar, tingling sensation rocketed down my spine. I squeezed my eyes shut and stayed perfectly still to keep from shooting my load. How fucking embarrassing would that be?
Once the urge to blow receded, I stared at Kylie. She looked up and with the force of a heavyweight’s swing, the breath punched out of my lungs. Hands cuffed to the bed, hair mussed, lips puffy, and cheeks crimson, Kylie lifted her sinful legs, wound them around my waist, and clasped them at the ankles. The sight was beyond erotic, it was pure fantasy porn, not to mention it brought me thatmuchcloser to her, which pulled my cock thatmuchdeeper.