Driven (5 page)

Sebastian complied. He latched on then yanked the panel until the button flew off. Then he licked and bit her breast as he rooted around the edge of the lace cups, working her nipple free.

Wet heat surrounded the hardened tip as he drew on it with lazy pulls of his lips. His tongue flicked over the flushed peak, causing her toes to curl in the carpet. He devoured her with honest yearning so intense it stole her breath.

Lynn shrugged out of the blouse then reached behind her back. She unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. The hand she braced on his shoulder steadied her while she indulged his appetite, allowing him to feast on her breasts until she saw stars. Her thighs rubbed each other as she attempted to relieve some of the pressure building between her legs.

She needed more. Had to have him touching her.

A slick pop marked the exit of her nipple from his mouth when she retreated to the seat behind her. She propped her legs up, exposing herself completely to the young, virile man before her. Her heels sank into the cushion.

He didn’t need her to spell out her wishes. Goose bumps rose on her arms when he made a predatory lunge toward her. Agile, fit and determined, he stole her breath.

The span of his long fingers cupped her thighs as he pushed them higher and farther apart to make room for his broad shoulders. Without a moment’s hesitation, he buried his face in her soaked pussy.

“
Dio
, you’re so hot.
Molto dolce, bella.
” She didn’t speak Italian but she understood the language of his touch, the urgency in his tone as he mumbled against her swollen flesh. The vibration of his praise added to the ecstasy of his manipulation.

His tongue traced the rim of her opening as his lips sipped the dew from her labia, working steadily upward toward her clit. Her fingers clenched on his shoulders and back, urging him closer. Desperation drove her to rake her nails over him, forcing him to take more, but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, losing the hint of playfulness he’d had before.

A moan escaped her chest when his teeth skimmed her sensitive skin. He positioned one of her thighs on his shoulder as his hand journeyed inward toward her throbbing pussy.

“Yes! Sink your fingers in me. I want to be filled.” The stark honesty of her expressed desires startled her. Sex had never been this good—this raw or this powerful—for her. He allowed her to fulfill the sensual potential she’d given up on reaching.

The tip of one finger swirled through the juices streaming from her as he concentrated the flicks of his tongue on the area surrounding her clit. The indirect stimulation eased her into the full-on pressure of his lips.

Fireworks exploded in brilliant shades of red and gold behind her clamped eyelids. She forced herself to open them so she didn’t miss a moment of Sebastian’s expert seduction.

He worked his digit inside her by degrees until the knuckles of his other fingers settled into the valley of her ass. Pleasure tightened every muscle of her body, causing her to hug his embedded hand. The ripple of her channel around him elicited a moan from each of them.

Shocks of bliss fizzled up her spine as he moved within her. Each wiggle of his tongue on her clit pushed her higher. She couldn’t stand to toe the edge of orgasm much longer. The surfeit of rapture would drive her insane.

Lynn gripped his hair in her fist, aligning him with the one spot sure to set her off in seconds. “Make me come, Bastian. Now.”

He growled as he delved deeper, his finger rotating to press her G-spot against her pelvic bone. Then his lips surrounded her clit, his mouth doing something magical to her pussy. She fucked his face without restraint. He followed the arc of her hips with enthusiastic laps of his tongue.

The flex of her pussy around him forced more lubrication onto his hand. He groaned when it eased his way, allowing him to sink a little deeper. The echo of his praise for her uninhibited display shattered her. Spasm after spasm threatened to rip her apart.

When she thought the climax couldn’t get any stronger, he rubbed the rough patch inside her, renewing her orgasm. She screamed his name as he continued to eat her, wringing every last drop of passion from her.

He read the slowing of her contractions, bringing her down easy from dizzying heights. No man had ever been so in tune with her body. Boneless, she sagged in his supporting grasp, attempting to catch her breath.

“Gorgeous,” he whispered in between butterfly kisses on her thigh, mons and stomach.

She couldn’t summon the energy to move, though kneeling on the floor had to be uncomfortable for him. “Hold me?”

Lynn didn’t have to ask twice. Sebastian scooped her into his arms then twisted so he rolled onto the seat on his side. She curled into his chest, their legs scissored. The glimmer of her pleasure on his lips enticed her to lick it off. She sampled the arousal he’d inspired when she fused their mouths together. One part him, one part her—the recipe made for a scrumptious result.

Despite the hard-on branding her hip, he attempted gentleness. He caressed her jaw while he nibbled her lips. But sexual tension radiated from him. If she didn’t plan to restrain her desires, why should he have to?

Months of abstinence ensured her lust couldn’t be wiped away by the initial relief her monumental orgasm had provided. Not with the promise of more arcing between them.

“Do you have any condoms with you?” she whispered, nearly begging.

“There’s a whole box in my bag.”

“Get them.”

While he rummaged through the duffle on the floor beside his head with one hand, he asked, “What’s your favorite position,
tesoro
?”

“You ask a lot of questions.”

“Want me to find out some other way?” The fingers of his free hand splayed across the small of her back, his thumb tucked under her hipbone. “I could investigate.”

“I’m more interested in you. What do you like?”

“Anything. Everything. It depends on the moment, the woman and my mood. Right now, I’d love for you to ride me. I want to watch your tits bounce while you fuck me. The liberation shining in your eyes is addictive. Sexy.”

Lynn grabbed the condom he proffered. She moved to the edge of the seat so he could flip to his back. The foil wrapper tore easily when she held one corner between her teeth. Before covering his shaft, she bent to sample the pearly liquid beading in the slit on the head of his penis. She would have taken him in her mouth, savored his heat and musk, but Sebastian edged away.

“Not this time. I won’t last.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrist then guided the condom closer. “Cover me.”

She did as he asked. The thin latex rolled over his cock with some effort. Her hands stroked his length, marveling at the solid mass of his erection. She could play with him all day. But when she caught sight of his agonized face, she realized how much she’d tortured him already.

The bunched muscles of his thigh flexed against the inside of hers when she swung her other leg over his waist. Tipping forward, she plastered them together, chest to chest and pelvis to pelvis. They both gasped at the full-body contact.

Sebastian’s arms came around her, his hands wandering to her ass. He grabbed the cheeks, his fingers sinking in as he spread them. She slid her hips forward then back, stroking his length with the wet lips of her pussy. The head of his erection nudged her clit when it jerked beneath her in time to his pounding heart.

She planted her hands on his chest as she humped him shamelessly, lowering her lips to his for a scorching kiss. On each pass, she increased the swing of her hips until the tip of his cock lodged inside the mouth of her pussy, on the cusp of entering.

The pressure had her sighing, anticipating the moment when his penetration would burn her as he stretched her wide.

“Take me inside you,” he growled.

They moved at the same time, she rocked her hips up and back while he thrust from below. The head of his cock parted her slick flesh, joining them for the first time. The universe seemed to stop as their eyes met and held.

Sebastian smiled. Then he wrapped his hands over her shoulders and tugged her toward him. Lynn moved in tandem, fitting them together, inch by inch. When he’d made it about halfway, she kissed the exposed sinew of his throat before lifting her torso upright. Her ass rested on her heels as her hands fell back, one on each of his tense thighs. She locked her elbows, using gravity to shove him into her the rest of the way.

When he packed her full, she paused, staring into the depths of his eyes, trying to catch her breath while bands of desire constricted her chest. Had anything ever felt this good?

“Gorgeous,
tesoro
.” His hands cupped her presented breasts, thrust forward by her position. “You fit me perfectly.”

His cock felt so hot inside her, setting off mini explosions in her abdomen. She bucked, trying to soothe the arousal but only amplified it instead. He impaled her, every nerve ending in her pussy aware of his presence. The contours formed by the ridge of the head and his veined shaft rippled over the spongy walls.

Every rock of her hips dragged her clit across the pad of muscle above his cock.

“That’s it. Fuck me.” He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers. “Ride me hard.”

He made it so easy to take what she wanted. Lynn found herself bobbing on him, pounding his length inside her as deep as he could reach. She leaned farther back until the head of his cock nudged her just right every time she forced it through the constricting rings of muscle at her entrance.

Close now, she fucked with less accuracy and more passion. Their bodies expanded and contracted to keep him lodged inside her. Every time the head of his cock locked with the mouth of her pussy, she moaned then relished the long glide of him coming home.

Each muscle in his body tensed, quivering. His sweat-slicked chest, his amazing abs, even the thighs she clenched in her death grip, gathered. Knowing she affected him—that she could stretch him on a rack of desire as inescapable as the one she found herself bound to—was more than she could bear.

The knot of her clit tapped him as she buried him deep then rocked in quick, shallow arcs.

“Lynn. Damn it.” Sebastian fought the pleasure she gave him, but when she added a circular grind of her hips to every stroke, he lost. “Going to come.”

His hard-on flared inside her as the first hints of her orgasm bubbled in the depths of her abdomen. Every ounce of pleasure she gifted him returned to her double. She reached behind her back to cup his tight sac, holding his balls in her palm.

He roared with satisfaction at the same time the base of his cock jerked against her fingertips. Imagining the rush of his cum filling the condom he wore—combined with the pressure on her clit and the equipment overflowing her pussy—triggered her orgasm.

Her pussy milked him with rhythmic pulses. The relief she experienced went deeper, felt more substantial, with him inside her. Joining her. The grunts he made and the flex of his cock extended her pleasure until she collapsed, limp, on his chest.

Even then, the occasional aftershock vibrated through them, making them both sigh and moan. Though she couldn’t imagine moving a muscle, Sebastian seemed rejuvenated. Unable to lie still, he petted her back, stroked her ass, kissed her cheek and played with her hair.

When his half-hard cock slipped from her, he shifted her to the side to take care of the condom. She didn’t realize what he intended until the blast of fresh air pebbled her nipples.

She laughed. “Did you throw that out the window?”

“What else was I supposed to do with it?” He shrugged then grinned. “Hope the people behind us were following at a safe distance.”

A cotton undershirt dangled from his fist when he knelt by her side once more. She blushed when he spread her legs to dry her before plucking her skirt off the running board.

“Now you’re turning shy on me?” He helped her dress before rummaging in his duffle for a change of clothes.

“It’s not every day I meet a young stud then assault him in a limousine.”

He had no answer for that. She supposed it might not be so far out of the realm of ordinary for him.

“I wish we had more time to lounge naked together. I would love to hold you. But that might be hard to explain if we were in an accident. My mother would not approve.” He winked, some of his earlier lighthearted nature emerging from the haze of sensuality that had obscured it.

Once their appearances had been returned to order, he rejoined her on the seat, snuggling close. Still, she found she couldn’t let that nagging thought go. She refused to smother her curiosity a moment longer.

“Have you ever done something like this before?”

“Like what?”

“Fooled around with someone you just met?”

“Yes.”

She nodded. “I figured.”

“But it was never like this, Lynn. Those times were about scratching an itch with girls who sought a notch on their bedpost—wanted to say they fucked Sebastian Fiori. Not me, my name.”

He couldn’t obscure the bitterness underlying his resignation.

“If it makes you feel better, you’re a no-name to me.” She smiled. “Or at least you were. I’ll never forget you now.”