His hand comes up to caress my cheek, and I close my eyes to relish in the feeling of his touch. When I open my eyes, his face is so close my lips tingle to touch him.
“Tristan,” he says, his voice low and raspy.
“Yeah?”
“I know I said tonight would be strictly platonic; however, I would be lying if I said I didn’t want you. Right now. But I won’t manhandle you again like I did at Beck’s. If you want this too, I need you to make the first move. Not only that, I need you to be absolutely sure this is what you want. Because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to stop.” He pauses for a moment, letting me process what he said. “So, what’s it going to be?”
I stand there for a moment, contemplating if this is really what I want. As angry as I was at him after the scene at Beck’s, he really did me favor. He just sped up the inevitable. Not to mention, I haven’t been able to get how it felt to kiss him, having his body pressed against mine, out of my mind. Even if this goes nowhere, even if tonight is the only night we spend together and then he walks away, leaving me broken hearted again, I want this. I need this.
Bringing my hands up, I thread them through the short hair at the nape of his neck and pull him the rest of the way to me. Our lips crush together as our tongues dance a slow, tantalizing rhythm. His hands run down my back and across my ass to grab the hem of my dress, breaking the kiss to quickly pull it up over my head and toss it to the floor. His lips find mine again as he walks me backwards until the bed hits the back of my legs, and I instinctively sit. I slowly crawl backwards up the bed, watching him as he strips himself of his clothes.
The anticipation of what’s to come has my heart racing and center pulsating. He undoes his belt and slides his slacks and boxer briefs off, freeing his manhood. I watch him as he crawls up the bed towards me and lowers himself between my thighs.
Using his thumb, he teases the swollen bud through the thin fabric of my panties. I moan and swivel my hips, needing to feel more of that sensation. His hands slide up my legs to my hips, and grabbing the waistband of my panties, he slides them down my legs and tosses them to the floor. I gasp when he slides two fingers inside me, still teasing my clit with his thumb. Slowly he slides his fingers out and then back in while making slow circular motions over my clit. The thrusts from his hand come a little faster with every moan, and I can feel my orgasm starting to build.
I grip the sheets, my hips bucking with every tantalizing motion and soon I’m falling, my orgasm taking over my body. Sebastian shifts between my thighs, removing his fingers and his tongue replacing where they just were. I entwine my fingers in his hair, holding him in place as he drinks me in until my body stills.
I lie there, trying to catch my breath as his body hovers over mine as he reaches to grab a condom from the nightstand drawer. Reaching down between us, I wrap my hand around his cock, slowly pumping my hand up and down his length. I reach up with my other hand and snatch the condom from him.
“What are you doing?” he asks, curious.
Releasing his cock, I sit up and push him back so I can get up on my knees. “It’s your turn.” I tell him, pointing at the bed for him to lie down and he obliges.
I position myself between his legs and wrap my hand around his length again as I lower my head. I flick my tongue over the tip before sliding him into my mouth, smiling when he sucks in a breath. Since I met him, he’s been the one in control, catching me off guard but now, in this moment, it’s my turn. I slide my hand down his length, my mouth following as I roll and wiggle my tongue, taking him in as deep as I can before sliding him out of my mouth. I tease him with my tongue as I pump my hand up and down his length as his cock hardens even more.
“Tristan,” he growls. I take him into my mouth again and release it with a pop. When I look up, he’s holding the condom in my face. “Now.” His voice is deep, demanding.
Taking the package from him, ripping it open, I slide the rubber down his length. He moves to flip me on my back, but I wiggle my finger at him.
“Nope. You stay right where you are.”
I crawl up until I’m straddling his body and slowly lower myself down on him. I gasp as my pussy stretches to fit him. Placing my hands on his shoulders, his hands come down to my hips to steady me as I begin to ride him. Sebastian thrusts his hips up, as I lower myself down his length again, hitting that sweet spot and I feel my body building again. My need for release has me quickening the pace as the mix of our moans fill the room. He releases my hips from his grip and pulls me down against him, kissing me deeply. He wraps his arms around me, holding me in place as he takes control.
I’m on the verge of my own orgasm when I look down at Sebastian. His sexy brown eyes burn into mine as he comes. For a moment there’s a look on his face that I can’t explain other than pure euphoric bliss, and the thought that I did that has me coming undone as my orgasm sweeps through my body.
Once our bodies settle, I move to climb off Sebastian when he grabs my hips. “Not so fast.”
“What?” I ask, slightly annoyed all of a sudden.
“I just want to lie here with you a little longer. Stay with me tonight?”
“I uh, I can’t. I should go.” I wince as I ease myself off him and crawl off the bed to grab my clothes. I grab my dress from the floor, slipping it on before putting on my panties and shoes. Sebastian stands, pulling on his pants as I scramble to gather my things so I can get out of here.
“Stop,” he demands as I try to move around him.
“Please, just let me go,” I plead.
“No, not until you tell me what you’re running from.”
“What makes you think I’m running from anything?”
“Because we had a good night. Dinner was great, the sex fantastic. Then I asked you to stay with me and you’re heading for the hills.”
I take a step back. “This… All of this is just too much. Too…” Her voice trails off.
“Intimate?”
I roll my eyes. “I don’t have a problem with intimacy.”
“You sure about that?”
I narrow my eyes at him, channeling the guilt I’m feeling for moving on so quickly to anger. “Tonight was a mistake. Poor judgement on my part in the midst of a broken heart.”
As quickly as the words leave my mouth, I want to take them back as a look of sadness crosses his features. I do my best to stick to my guns though. I need out of this tiny room and away from him where I can think and process everything that has happened.
“I told you earlier to make your choice. Make sure this is what you really wanted, because I knew once I had you I wouldn’t be able to give you up.”
“You never really had me, Sebastian. Yes, I made a choice but now I realize, this was just a rebound fuck. Something to make me forget just for a little while. And now it’s over. So please, just let me go.”
I move to push past him and this time he doesn’t stop me. The hotel room door closes behind me, the sound reminding me of slamming shut a book you’ve just finished reading that didn’t end in a happily ever after. The thought makes my chest heave and tears start to well up in my eyes. I do my best to blink them away. Sprinting to the elevators, I hit the button, praying it hurries as I lean back against the wall. The evening replays in my mind. Dinner, the laughs and good conversation. Coming back here with him, the mind-blowing sex and him asking me to stay. Then me, running.