Chapter 15
Emma
Sebastian is looking at me like he’s serious about wanting to shove me down on this table and take me from behind. The weight of his stare has me soaking wet, wishing he’d do just that. I’m tempted to excuse myself to the restroom to see if he’ll follow me. But I know he won’t. Like he said, this is his friend’s place, and it’s way too fancy for a toilet-side fuck.
So I try to focus on the delicious food and the fancy people surrounding us, but my eyes never stray far from Sebastian’s. And his eyes seem to get darker by the minute. I know it’s my imagination and the dim lighting, but if his stare were any more intense, it would sear a hole right through me.
“Are you ready to order?” Sebastian asks with a smirk on his face.
Is this not the first time he’s asked? Oops. I grab my menu and choose the first thing that looks interesting. “Mushroom risotto, please.”
“I’ll have the same.” Sebastian reaches across the table to take my menu then hands it to the server. “And can you ask the chef to recommend a bottle of wine to go with it?”
“Of course, sir.” The man quietly disappears, leaving us alone again.
“You still distracted by thoughts of your brother?” Sebastian has an evil gleam in his eye, and I know he’s teasing me.
I shake my head without speaking.
“Then what are you thinking about that has you in another world?” Sebastian’s voice is low and smooth, almost a purr
A shudder runs through me at the visual still playing out in my head. “Just wondering if this table actually could hold my weight.”
Sebastian smiles, and his hand closes around my knee underneath the table. “Keep licking your lips like that and you’ll find out.”
I inhale deeply, trying to get control of my racing heart and labored breath. “It’s kinda hard.”
“Oh, it’s very fucking hard.” Sebastian laughs at my unintentional innuendo. “And I have a feeling you’re very fucking wet.”
I nod, hoping he’ll realize I’m way more hungry for him than any food. “Yes.”
Sebastian stands abruptly, pulling me to my feet. “Come.”
My pussy tingles, and I wonder if I might do just that as he drags me down a private corridor. “Where are we going?”
“Dionisio’s office.” Sebastian opens an unmarked door and flips on the light. It’s a small office but it’s private, and there’s a lock on the door. That’s good enough for me.
Before the lock is fully engaged, Sebastian’s mouth covers mine in a deep kiss as his hand hikes up my dress. Instinctively, I wrap one leg around his waist, forcing my dress to fall back so he has easier access. He takes that as his invitation to slide two of his large fingers beneath my thong and straight inside my dripping pussy.
I grind against his hand, pressing my clit onto the heel of his palm to the point of almost climaxing. But just before I get to the point of no return, Sebastian pulls out of me then carries me to the small table in the corner of the room.
“Lean over.” His command goes straight from my ears to my pussy, and I quiver in anticipation as I do exactly as he says.
With both hands planted firmly on the table’s surface, I brace myself for impact while Sebastian slips on a condom. Once his hands are free, he lifts my dress and tears off my panties in one move. Another spike of arousal shoots straight to my clit at his show of dominance.
He has me right where he wants me but only because I’m exactly where I want to be.
Sebastian gently caresses my ass cheeks for all of two seconds before lining up his thick cock at my opening and shoving into me, easily slipping through the hot slickness in one smooth motion. Even with the copious lube my body has produced for him, I still feel the burn as my channel stretches to accommodate his impressive girth.
“God, Sebastian!” I hold the far ends of the table and lock my elbows to keep myself in place. “You’re so thick.”
“And you’re so fucking tight.” He pulls fully out then pounds back into me, setting an aggressive pace that makes me even hotter.
I want to reach for my clit since it’s not getting any attention, but I don’t dare let go of the table. Fortunately, Sebastian is some kind of sexual mind reader so while he leaves one hand on my shoulder to hold me in the position he wants, his other hand slides around my waist and dips into my folds. Using two fingers, he teases my swollen nub while thrusting in and out of me.
The fear of getting caught in a stranger’s office with my ass in the air and Sebastian fucking me over the table causes me to respond to his stimulus even sooner than I did last time. I just can’t slow down with this man. My hips jolt in time with Sebastian’s as he raises one foot onto a chair and almost lifts me completely off the ground as his pace increases.
“Oh, god. That’s too much.” I rock my hips to take as much of his length as I can on each stroke while still riding his hand. “I’m gonna come.”
“That’s it, baby. I want you to let go.”
The first wave of my orgasm comes before he even says the words. But whether he wants me to or not, the momentum can’t be stopped. All I can do is hold tight and let the urgent sensations crash over me. I can’t speak or move or think. I just feel and gasp, trying to draw enough air into my lungs to stay conscious for the most intense sexual experience of my life.
I’m vaguely aware that Sebastian has locked his hips to my ass and is probably shooting his load into me, but I don’t care. This particular moment is about me. I know it, and he knows it. He wanted me to experience something I’ve never experienced before and… Damn.
This is definitely an experience of a lifetime.
After my breath slows down and my brain is working again, I sigh at the pressure of Sebastian’s chest hovering above my back. I’m not taking his full weight, but his skin is pressed to mine as if he’s spooning me from above. “That was…different.”
Sebastian laughs and presses a kiss to the side of my head. “Yeah, I’d have to agree.”
My stomach chooses that second to growl loudly, reminding me that I’m actually starving. “Do you think our food is ready?”
Sebastian lifts off me then pulls me into his arms. He kisses me softly then rests his forehead on mine. “Only one way to find out.”
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We finish dinner in record time. Partially because I’m still mortified that all the diners sitting near the back hallway looked right at us with knowing smiles when we walked back to our table. And partially because I really was starving and can’t pretend to be a polite flower when I’m hungry.
There’s also the question of what happens after dinner. Since we skipped ahead to sexy time for our appetizer, does that mean we won’t have any sexy time dessert? Sebastian was still half-hard when he tucked back into his pants in the office so I’m holding out hope for another round.
When we get into his waiting car, I slide across the leather seat and try to behave. I really do. But that need to feel him inside me is back with a vengeance, and I can’t ignore it any longer. As soon as the car is in motion, I slide closer to Sebastian and reach for his cock. I’m not disappointed when I find it rock-hard and pointing straight at me through his pants.
“Can I talk you into coming up for a while?” I whisper right before Sebastian wraps one hand around the back of my neck and pulls me in for a hard kiss.
“I’ll come anywhere you want for as long as you want.” He rocks his hips so his cock rubs across my cupped hand. I take the hint and grab him, creating a fabric sheath for him to thrust into while his tongue mimics the motion in my mouth.
“Even if I want you to come in my mouth, right now?” I ask against his lips.
Sebastian kisses me harder and presses his hand over mine so I’m holding him with a firm grip.
I’ll take that as a yes.
With one hand, I release the zipper on his pants and free his cramped dick. I only stroke him a few times before I feel a bead of moisture pooling at the tip. That’s my cue.
Without another word, I drop my head into his lap and take him into the back of my mouth, wishing we had a longer drive back to my place but knowing I won’t need it.