Champagne and Bullets: Book 1 (Military Moguls) (5 page)

She choked as a thick digit penetrated her cunt and his thumb brushed her clit. His lips kissed and licked a path down her neck and she arched her back to give him more access, no longer able to fight the building explosion deep inside. If only one more time, she desperately needed to be with Seb again. To feel how alive she’d felt all those years ago when anything seemed possible.

“Oh God,” she whispered hoarsely, his magic fingers torturing her as his tongue played in the valley between her breasts before dipping under the bodice and licking an already hard nipple. “Seb, please.”

“I like it when you say please, Mandy.” His words rumbled against her skin, his breath tickling the wet flesh. At some point he’d let go of her wrists and her hands had snuck up around his neck to tangle in his silky blond hair. He must have noticed as he pulled away, his expression stamped with passion. “You know touching me without permission isn’t allowed. You know the rules.”

Want warred with logic.

If she had any self-respect at all she would straighten her clothes and march out of this room and away from Seb. But the fact was she’d been alone and empty too long.

Want won and logic fled.

She placed her hands on the vanity, her fingers gripping the edge as she fought the urge to explore his hard body. She remembered it well but yearned to reacquaint herself with it and see if he was as truly magnificent as her memories kept telling her. Surely no one could be that gorgeous.

“That’s better.” He smiled his approval and she felt the familiar warmth of pleasing him. “Place your hands behind you and leave them there. If you move them I won’t let you come.”

Knowing he would keep his word, she braced her hands behind her back, the marble vanity cold under her palms. His rough fingers found the hidden zipper on the side of her dress and pulled it down, the cool air hitting her overheated skin and the bodice falling away from her breasts.

“Offer them to me, Mandy.” His deep, commanding voice made her shiver even as his hard cock pressed against the heat of her pussy. She arched her back until her breasts sat up high.

“Please, Sir.” Her voice broke and she had to swallow hard to get the words out. He stood there motionless waiting for her to continue, his patience endless. “Please, Sir. Take me.”

He grinned his acceptance and a fresh rush of cream flooded her pussy. This was what she’d longed for all those nights alone. It was almost surreal that it was truly happening. Maybe she’d hit her head on the stairs to the beach and this was all a dream. Perhaps it would all go away when she awoke.

His hands cupped her breasts, the fingers pinching the tips until they were rock hard and aching. His tongue danced around the pink buds and arrows of pleasure shot straight to her pussy. He took one between his teeth and flicked his tongue at it, all the while teasing her clit until she was writhing on the counter.

When he finally lifted his head his brown eyes were almost black with passion. Pulling his fingers from her drenched pussy, he dragged her soaked panties down her legs. Tossing them aside, he opened his pants and pulled the zipper down before reaching into his back pocket for his wallet. He fished out a condom and placed the square on the vanity along with the billfold.

Her gaze zeroed in on the large bulge behind the black cotton, her mind already imagining his cock stretching her long-unused muscles to fit his impressive size. For a moment she was uncertain, but then she remembered how tenderly he’d taken her virginity not long after she’d turned eighteen. Seb would never hurt her, not in a million years. She’d seen abusers up close and he wasn’t one. Period.

He rubbed his hand over the fabric before pulling it away and down. His cock sprang free, the mushroom head already flushed a reddish-purple.

She ran her tongue over her suddenly dry lips and rested her head back on the mirror. “Fuck me, Sir.”

He ran a finger around her swollen clit and she moaned at the ricochet of pleasure that ran through her. He chuckled as he observed her reaction and picked up the condom packet. He ripped at the package with his teeth and then expertly rolled it on, the latex snapping into place. Lifting her legs, he placed her feet on the counter and pressed his cock to her entrance.

His lips played with hers as he pushed inexorably farther into her pussy, taking her very breath away. She had to gasp for air as he buried himself to the hilt, sparks and fireworks already sending her close to release. Her fingers were tangled together behind her back, gripping so tight she was sure they were white from the pressure.

Everything had changed. She’d walked into this party one way, but she would walk out something – someone – different. There was no turning back.

‡

I
t felt like
coming home.

Being balls deep in Amanda was sublime. He’d thought he hadn’t forgotten the exquisite feeling of her hot, wet cunt gripping him but he had. Somehow his memories had dimmed over the years but they were brought back into sharp relief as he fought for control. He couldn’t embarrass himself, not with her. He wasn’t the callow youth he had once been but he sure as hell felt like it at the moment.

He hadn’t been sure what she would do when he’d commanded her to put her hands behind her back and offer herself to him. He’d braced himself for rejection but instead had been the recipient of her sweet surrender. She enjoyed the feeling of being helpless, under his control. It was then and only then she felt as if she could relax and let go.

Pulling back, he thrust in again and then again, the pressure in his lower back building each time. They rocked together, his cock rubbing her clit with each stroke. She bucked underneath him as she neared her climax, her quickening breaths becoming more frantic. Her teeth sunk deep into her lush lower lip and she groaned as he slid over a particularly sensitive spot deep inside.

“Please, Sir. Please may I come?”

His sweet submissive had remembered the rules after all. His cock swelled even as her pussy tightened and he had to drag air into his starved lungs to be able to answer her plea.

“Yes, Mandy. Come for me now.”

The words sounded hoarse and tortured but she must have heard him anyway. She whispered his name as her climax took her to the top.

She had never looked more beautiful than at this moment. Her hair had fallen from its upsweep and now was in disarray around her shoulders, the pins scattered on the marble. Her skin had taken on a rosy, flushed tone and her breasts jiggled with each stroke as she braced herself on the vanity.

He thrust one last time and finally gave in to the relentless pressure, his orgasm roaring through his balls and out his cock. Hot seed filled the condom as his dick jerked and pulsed his completion. So fucking good. If he were honest, it had never been this good with anyone else. Only Mandy.

When it was over, he rested his forehead on hers letting their breathing return to normal. Fear begin to build in his gut at what she would do now. Would she embrace the new beginning he wanted so badly, or would she gather her scattered clothing and run away from the emotion simmering between them? He could only hope for the former and deal with the latter if that was what she chose.

Her small hand pressed on the middle of his damp chest and he reluctantly pulled away. She winced as he withdrew and he wondered how long it had been for her. Had she slept with many men since her divorce? She’d been incredibly tight, but then she had been years ago as well.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head and pushed her hair away from her face, shiny from sweat. “I’m fine. I need my panties, please.”

Her voice was soft and low, her eyes on the marble floor. He retrieved her undies and gave them to her before turning to handle the condom. They straightened their wrinkled clothing in silence, the tension once again an impenetrable wall between them. He thought he’d destroyed it but in mere moments she’d built up a fortress stronger than ever.

She tried unsuccessfully to straighten her hair and eventually gave up, letting it hang in loose waves around her shoulders. Her lips were swollen, her face glowed, and her eyes had a sated quality that together all screamed of a woman who had been satisfied well. Darby or any of the party-goers downstairs would take one look at her and know exactly what she’d been doing.

“Let me drive you home,” he offered, wanting to save her from that fate. If he’d been thinking straight this wouldn’t have happened. Now that it had he couldn’t regret it, but that didn’t mean he’d lost all sensitivity for her feelings.

Amanda pressed both hands to her face and for a moment he thought she was crying. He reached out to comfort her but she looked up and shook off his hand, her expression angry. “Don’t. Just don’t. It’s bad enough what happened here, but don’t make it worse. How could we? What was I thinking?”

“We weren’t thinking, we were
feeling
.”

“You don’t know anything about how I feel.” She swiped at her hair and tucked her purse under her arm.

“Then tell me,” he offered. “Tell me everything and let me try to make up for what I did.”

“Everything is not about you.” Her voice had risen in the small space. “I’m not here to make you feel better about yourself. Now get out of my way.”

He had no choice this time but to step aside, not wanting to upset her further. As she passed him, he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder but she didn’t look up and meet his gaze.

“Please let me drive you home. You’re upset. You can slip out the back door and I’ll meet you in the driveway.”

“I’m going to find Darby and then I’m going home. Not with you. Leave me alone, Seb. There’s nothing here for you.”

After what had happened between them he didn’t believe her, but she obviously needed some space to process everything. He opened the door and she brushed past him and out into the hall. Following her at a discreet distance, he was surprised to see Darby climbing the stairs to intercept her.

The man took one look at Amanda and one look at Seb who wasn’t far behind. Clearly Darby knew what had been going on and he didn’t look very fucking happy about it. His arm went around Amanda’s shoulders and he led her down the stairs but not before throwing a warning look over his shoulder at Seb.

Warn away, buddy
. No one would keep him away from Amanda now that he knew she still had feelings for him. He would do anything to win her love, and the battle began right here, right now.

*

Amanda stayed silent
as Darby drove her home. He had, of course, figured out what had happened between her and Seb upstairs at the party. It was only then that she had realized why Seb had wanted to drive her home – “hot, kinky sex” had been emblazoned across her forehead in big neon colored letters. She’d kept her head down until they were out of the house but she was sure she’d received some strange looks on the way.

“I don’t want you to see Sebastian again,” Darby said abruptly, breaking the silence.

Appalled at the way he was speaking to her, she twisted in the seat so her back was to the door. “I don’t think I appreciate your tone. I’m a grown woman and I make my own decisions.”

After her fiasco of a marriage to Emmett, no one was going to run her life ever again. Not even Sebastian Gibbs. If he thought he could swoop in and start bossing her around, he had another think coming. And Darby? Since when did he bark out orders?

“You can’t think clearly when it comes to that man. I thought you two would dance and that would be it but things have taken a turn. You obviously need someone to talk some sense into you. I remember how things were when he left. I didn’t think you were ever going to recover.”

“But I did.”

Amanda didn’t feel the need to justify her actions to Darby or anyone else. She was past that point in her life.

“Yes, finally.” The car swept into her driveway, the headlights illuminating the manicured lawn of her Mediterranean style home in a quiet suburb north of Clearwater. Darby put the car in park and killed the engine. “You fucked him tonight, didn’t you?”