Page 91 of In the Net
His intentions radiate from him. From the hungry look in his eyes, from the way his nostrils flare, from the way a thrum of desire seems to vibrate from his body.
The same desire gallops through me, too, warming my blood and notching the muscles tight low in my core and high on my legs.
But at the same time, a feeling of challenge and defiance stabs at me.
I find myself chafing at Sebastian’s presumptuousness, even as it turns me on. After not even addressing what happened between us in his room, he feels like he can set the pace and initiate it again at the drop of a hat? And then what? We’ll just not mention it until the next time he’s in the mood?
But at the same time, I feel a strong, magnetic tug toward him, like there’s a string from his mouth to mine, pulling me.
“And how do you know that?” I ask, tilting my chin, the question clearly a combative jab at him.
Behind his glasses, a cocky gleam glosses over his eyes. “Because you’re about to kiss me.”
It’s like that thread connecting our mouths yanks, because my lips are suddenly all over his.
Even though Sebastian has been proven right, I don’t melt into the kiss. I don’t surrender to him. No, I control the tempo, snagging his lip between my teeth, kissing him hard and rough, drawing groans of surprise and delight from him.
I snake my hands underneath the hem of his shirt, feeling the hard, sharp ridges of his abs. Tendrils of electricity zap from where my hands brush against him and twist through my body, making the muscles in my loins clench with a sweet ache.
Sebastian unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall down his arms to the floor. My hands run all over him, feeling the dense cord of muscle around his back, the hard planes of his chest, curling around the boulder-like slabs of his shoulders.
“You’ve been dreaming about doing this again, haven’t you?” he teases, that familiar, cocky lilt of his turning me on far too much. At the same time, it makes me want to keep playing our familiar game of back-and-forth.
“Nu-uh,” I protest, though the denial coming out of my throat as a breathy moan gives me away.
He huffs, like he can see right through me. His right hand rakes down my leg, sneaking up under my skirt. I gasp, and arousal blasts through my core when his fingers press against my panties. Even over my leggings and underwear, he can feel how soaked I am. His chest vibrates with a pleased sound.
“One thing I love about this sweet cunt of yours,” he rasps into my ear, “is that it shows me when you’re a liar.”
His grin is a smug slash across his sharp-featured face. Suddenly, the desire rises within me to turn the tables, to be the one in control, to make him feel like he’s at my mercy.
Something softens in Sebastian’s cocky expression, like he notices the hardening of my own. Wordlessly, I sink to my knees.I feel his muscles stiffen as I unbutton, unzip, and then tug his pants down the columns of his legs.
The stark outline of his cock behind his tight boxer-briefs is swelling and growing by the second. I slowly drag my tongue around my lips, wetting them, and I know Sebastian’s eyes are latched onto the sight.
I sink my fingertips under the waistband of his boxers. The warm, humid feeling of his skin feels so nice against my fingers that are still chilly from the walk home.
I tease him, running my fingers across the waistband, only pulling it down a few centimeters, knowing my touch so close to his throbbing length is driving him wild.
“Shit, Harper,” he groans, throwing his head back. “I’m dying here.”
“If I recall,” I sing coyly, “we’re supposed toaskfor what we want.”
The call-back to how he played my body like an instrument in his room has heat and wetness gathering between my thighs while I’m on my knees. Looking up, I see the sharp protrusion of his Adam’s apple bob with a thick swallow at the same memory.
His muscles dance and coil as I pull his underwear down his hips. When his cock is finally free, springing up and bobbing in the air, his body shudders with relief.
But I don’t want him to have any relief for long.
Dropping his underwear and letting him step out of them, I curl my fingers around the hot, hard bar of his manhood. It’s a light, tentative grip, calculated to tease rather than satisfy him.
His balls are tight, veins bulging up his length, the head of his dick pink and swollen, the tip already glistening.
I run my hand all the way to the base, then back up, loving the heft and solidness in my hand. My walls of my entrance clench, remembering how this beautiful, thick, long member felt pushing inside me, filling me utterly. A wave of anticipatorypleasure rolls through me. The shudder makes my hold on Sebastian tighter, just as I’m getting to the edge where his crown swells toward the tip. His ab muscles ripple in response.
“Please, baby, suck my cock and put me out of my misery,” Sebastian says, his voice pure surrender.
I don’t know what turns me on more, him begging, or him calling mebaby.
