Chapter 21
Losing Control
It was the longest shower Sebastian had ever taken in his life. It was also the coldest.
Despite the steady spray of the icy water, the memory of Victoria’s rain-soaked body in his arms still lingered. The way she trembled even as she clung to him, hurt and vulnerable. He had wanted to do more to her than just tend to her wounds. He had ached to touch every inch of her skin, to warm her body with his own until she burned with the same desire he felt.
He closed his eyes briefly, letting the water run over his heated body. It had to end. He needed to stop thinking about her. Stop fantasizing about her.
Victoria was off-limits. She was his employee, and he didn’t have affairs with his employees.
He reminded himself that there were other women. It had always been easy for him to find a willing, beautiful woman to take to bed. He just needed to get back to his regular, healthy sexual routines to get over whatever obsession he had for his son’s tutor.
He stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, neglecting to dry himself off. He picked up his personal cellphone and went through his messages.
Perhaps it would be best if he just took Erika up on that dinner. She had been texting him all afternoon, as though she knew he was flying back to L.A. that day. Most of her messages were mildly suggestive.
Will you be hungry when you get back, babe? I got something special planned for dessert. Call me.
Or if you have something you want me to do with my mouth, I’m always open to suggestions.
Sebastian had not replied to any of her texts. But he knew now that he needed some release from his current state of restlessness. He’d been without a woman for so long. However, he knew Erika was completely out of the question: the woman was a scandal waiting to happen. But if not her, then it had to be someone else.
He had received invitations from three other female acquaintances since Saturday. The most interesting one was from Liskta Doubek, a 24-year-old blonde Czech-Hungarian model. She had sent him nothing more than a single cellphone photo taken from under her short skirt, revealing her slim thighs and the white lace thong she was wearing, and a caption that said, “I be in L.A. up till Friday.” She and Sebastian had gone out three or four times sporadically the past year, whenever she was in town. She was not very good in English, was incredibly smart, and liked having sex in cars.
His lip curled in amusement as he remembered how embarrassed his driver Connor had been the first time he drove them. Liskta had been playfully rubbing Sebastian’s crotch for a few minutes before suddenly straddling his lap, undoing his pants and taking out his already hard dick. They had been so caught up in the heat of the moment that they had forgotten to close the window between them and the driver’s seat of the limousine. It was only when Liskta had started moaning well into her orgasm that Connor realized what they were doing and hastily closed the window.
Would Liskta be free tonight? he wondered.
He texted her back: Be ready in twenty minutes.
Sebastian already knew she’d be staying at the Four Seasons, as she was never booked anywhere else. And even if she wasn’t, one text from him and she’d go anywhere he wanted her to be.
Her reply came ten seconds after: Waiting, baby. Hope you hard when you come here. No panties now.
After he called Connor to get ready, he rang up his assistant to have him book them the penthouse. He was in no mood to fuck Liskta in a car tonight.
He was putting on a pair of jeans when someone knocked on his bedroom door.
Who the hell in his household would be calling on him at this hour? Was it Benson? He’d checked on his son as soon as he arrived, the boy should already be in bed by now. Unless something was wrong. He hurried to answer the door.
It was Victoria.
She had changed her clothes - a short, emerald green jumpsuit that bared one delicate shoulder. She looked cold. Her hair was still wet from the bath, and he could see the outline of her nipples through the silky material of her outfit. Her bare face was pale and beautiful, her skin freshly washed and glowing.
Was this woman trying to drive him crazy? “What are you doing?” he demanded.
Victoria held up her hand, a paper bill between her thumb and forefinger. “Does the offer still stand, Mr. Chase?” she said.
Sebastian stared at her, unsure of what she was saying. Was she paying him for something?
She stepped closer, until he could feel her breath on his bare neck. He felt her hand tug at his jeans pocket. He grabbed her wrist, intending to push her away.
But the touch of her skin lit a fire inside him, and he lost control.
He dragged her through the door, and pinned her against the wall before taking her mouth in his.
Sebastian felt her lips yield almost immediately. She kissed him back with an eagerness that took his breath away. Her tongue entered his mouth, exploring it in deep, firm strokes, sending all his blood rushing down to his cock.
He tugged at her clothes, desperate to remove anything that stood in the way between his body and hers.
“Mr. Chase...” Victoria gasped as the sound of her clothes ripping broke the silence.
“Come in a nightie next time,” he growled against her mouth. He thrust his tongue inside her parted lips as he pulled down what was left of the torn fabric, leaving her naked above her waist. He felt her bare bosoms press against his chest. No bra. “Jesus Christ,” he swore, and bent down to fill his mouth with her right breast.
She ran her fingers through his hair with one hand, encouraging him to savor the sweetness and heat of her flesh. Her other hand caressed his back, her fingers tracing slow circles on his skin.
He sucked hard, his tongue flicking over her sensitive tips. God she tasted so good. He wanted to devour every inch of her like a hungry animal.
She whimpered softly, her fingers tightening their grip in his hair. “Yes ... Oh God yes,” she moaned. “Oh!” she cried out when he wrapped his lips around her other breast, sucking and licking furiously.
Mine, Sebastian thought as he kissed her body. My woman. My Victoria.
Tonight he would give her the most exquisite pleasure she could ever experience. He would possess her so thoroughly that the touch of any other man after him would leave her cold.
He licked her swollen tip one last time, before raising his head to kiss her hard on her lips. His tongue ravished the inside of her mouth roughly, as his hands caressed her back, pushing her harder against him. Her soft moans of pleasure only made him thrust his tongue deeper inside her.
Finally, he could no longer ignore the demands of his raging erection. His lips left her mouth and moved down the side of her neck, his tongue flicking her skin. “Hold on to me,” he whispered.
Victoria put her arms around his neck. Nuzzling the spot under her ear, Sebastian moved his hands under her backside and lifted her up. Almost immediately, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. Her mouth found his once again and she kissed him with wild abandon as he carried her to his bed.
It took all that was left of Sebastian’s self-control to keep from spreading her wide and taking her as soon as he laid her down across the width of his bed.
Standing in front of her, he dragged her torn jumpsuit down her legs, cursing under his breath. “Would it have killed you to wear a skirt?” he muttered, throwing the ruined outfit to the floor.
Naked except for her thong, she propped herself up by her elbows and looked up at him, a smile playing on her lips. “Are you going to be this bossy in bed, Mr. Chase?”
Sebastian didn’t reply. Holding her gaze, he unbuckled his belt. “Are you going to be this infuriating while I fuck you, Victoria?” He tossed his belt aside, and it fell on the floor with a loud thud.
Her smile faded. She lowered her eyes to watch his hands as he unzipped his jeans.
He took them off, watching her eyes as she stared at the bulge in his boxers. She licked her lower lip, and slowly looked up into his eyes.
He crawled on top of her, his knees prodding her thighs apart. His eyes were dark with desire as he took in the sight of her body beneath him. She was more beautiful than in any fantasy he had ever had.
“Yes,” she said. Her breathing was shallow and ragged. “You like it, don’t you?”
Swallowing hard, he touched her jawline with his fingers. “God, yes,” he groaned, and covered her mouth with his.
Sebastian would never tire of her lips. The way he craved the taste of her was unlike anything he had felt before. It was an addiction he had been fighting even before he had even kissed her. He probed her deeper with his tongue, desperate to satisfy his desire for her mouth, her body.
Victoria wanted him too. He knew this now. The way her mouth melted into his kiss. The way she pressed her body eagerly against his. The way she rubbed her bare legs against his as he lay on top of her.
He felt her hands gingerly tugging at the waist of his boxers.
“Are you ready for me, Victoria?” he said, guiding her hand inside to grasp his swollen cock. He caught his breath when she began to move her hand.
“Yes.” She caught his lower lip in her mouth, and sucked it gently for a second. Her hand was still stroking him. “I’m ready.”
He pulled her hand away reluctantly as he got off her. He knelt down to pull off her panties in one swift motion. “Christ,” he growled, his eyes drinking in her complete nakedness. He grabbed the back of her knees to bend her legs upward, and his mouth came down between her thighs.
“Ohhhh!” Victoria cried out in shock as his tongue made its way up and down her slit. “Mr. Chase ...”
“Say my name,” Sebastian ordered, his breath hot on the most intimate part of her body. He swirled his tongue around her heat.
“Mr. Chase,” she moaned. “Oh God, please...”
“My name, Victoria.”
“Sebastian ... “ she gasped. “Oh fuck ... Sebastian...”
Her hips bucked furiously, and he had to hold her thighs firmly in place as he continued pleasuring her with his tongue.
“Your phone,” she moaned.
What?
“Your phone,” she repeated. “Ringing...”
He could hear it now. Swearing, he reached over to the nightstand beside the bed to grab his phone. He hurled it across the room.
Victoria gave a startled yelp when it shattered against the wall with a loud crash. “W-w-what did you do that for?”
He opened a drawer in the nightstand and grabbed a condom and ripped open the plastic with his teeth. He crawled back on top of her, yanking his boxers down his knees.
Her eyes grew wide as she watched him sheath his manhood, rolling the condom up the length of his shaft.
“Come here,” he growled, grabbing her thighs.
She gasped as he entered her. “Sebastian,” she whispered. “Oh God.”
Sebastian buried himself inside her in one motion.
Victoria arched her back instinctively, feeling every part of her hum with the delicious sensation of his thickness filling her up, pressing against every nerve of her existence. His barely restrained shaft stayed throbbing, motionless inside her. She waited in breathless anticipation for him to begin his thrusts, the primal rhythm of beasts and men.
“Does that feel good?” he said softly. He lay still on top of her, looking into her eyes so intently she almost forgot to breathe.
She bit her lip, and nodded. She tried to move, eager for him to take his plow to her field, but his hips held her in place.
“Please, Sebastian,” she said. “I want...”
“Tell me what you want, Victoria.” He shifted his weight ever so slightly.
The movement sent a wave of pleasure shooting up her spine. She inhaled sharply, her hands fisting the duvet. “You. I want you.”
He bent his head to nip her earlobe lightly. “Do you?” He rocked his hips against her thighs.
“Yes...” She threw her head back, relishing the friction of their bodies. “Oh God yes...”
He hooked his arm under her left leg, spreading her wide under him. “Victoria ...” he said. He stared at her face as he moved in and out of her in excruciatingly slow thrusts.
She looked up at him, waiting for what he was going to say. But he stayed quiet —his face calm, his gaze never leaving her.
He was so beautiful.
More than that, the way Sebastian looked at her made Victoria feel beautiful. The naked tenderness in his blue eyes. The raw desire lurking behind his gaze. Not even in her wildest, guiltiest fantasies about him did she imagine he would ever look at her this way.
It wasn’t a dream this time. She was in his bed. His strong, powerful body possessing her with every surge of his hips. This beautiful man was on top of her, and inside her. Filling her up. Making her whole.
Victoria ran her hands up and down his chest, exploring the splendid perfection of his body, feeling every ripple of muscle under her fingers.
She felt him start to move with more urgency. “Ohhhh,” she gasped. “Oh God ...”
“You like that?” he whispered, his breath heavy on her face. His hips ground into her faster, harder.
“Yes ... oh God yes...”
Their bodies moved in rhythm, rubbing against each other. Skin crashing against skin, their sweat meeting in heat.
“Sebastian ... oh fuck...” She closed her eyes for a second, feeling her orgasm begin to surge.
He stopped.
“Please,” she begged. “Sebastian ...”
He unhooked his arm from under her leg, and pressed his hand on her bent knee, bending her thigh back as far as it would go. He shifted his weight.
“Victoria ... baby ...” he panted. He moved his hips again. “Let me make you feel good.”
He fucked her. Fast. Hard.
The currents of pleasure that blazed through her was almost too much to bear. “Sebastian ... yes ... yes ... yes ...” she cried out.
“Come for me, Victoria,” he moaned. “Baby ...”
A shudder went through Victoria. And then she felt the universe explode.
Her body arched and writhed underneath him. She heard a voice crying out his name over and over, and realized it was hers.
Sebastian covered her mouth in a kiss. “Victoria,” he murmured against her lips as his body bucked and shuddered through his own release.
Victoria wrapped her arms tight around his neck. She plowed his open mouth with her tongue, hungry for the taste of him.
“That was unbelievable,” he said, breathless. He kissed her one last time before reluctantly pulling out of her. Kneeling, he peeled off the condom and threw it in the wooden trash bin beside the bed.
“Wait,” she said, getting on her knees. She put her arms around him and straddled his thighs.
“Victoria—”
She cut him off with a kiss.
His hands moved over her back, caressing her skin with slow, gentle strokes. He released her mouth to kiss her neck. “Christ, you taste good,” he muttered.
She arched her back, letting him run his tongue from her throat down to the valley between her breasts. “So good,” he said, and captured her right breast in his mouth.
Victoria closed her eyes, savoring the warm sensations of his mouth on her body. Her hands cradled the back of his head, urging him to keep going.
“Are you trying to get me hard again, Victoria?” He took her other breast in his mouth, sucking on it gently.
She could already feel him grow stiff under her. She moved her hips to press down on his hardening member.
“Mr. Chase,” she moaned. “You got another condom?”