And his grip on my waist tightened.
“Not a sound, Dru. Yeah?”
I nodded, and that was when the world as I knew it ended.
He lifted me up by my waist and tossed me backward onto his bed, a casual, easy movement that sent me flying across the room to bounce once, and then he caught me in his arms on the second bounce and was all over me, skin pressed to skin, his mouth on my neck, lips kissing and sucking, teeth nipping, tongue licking. He moved his way down to my breasts, and he lapped at them, suckled my rigid, sensitive nipple into his mouth and sawed his teeth across it, eliciting a moan from me. I didn’t have time to even process how I’d gotten on the bed yet, and he was flicking my nipples and biting them just a little too hard, and then he was grazing his mouth down my belly, flicking his tongue into my belly button in a way that had me fighting the urge to squeal, and then he was off of me, off the bed. He wrapped his hands around my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the bed, shoved my legs open, and dove in.
“Jesus, Sebastian, slow down!” I gasped.
“No.” He growled the one-word answer.
“But I—oh fuck. Oh fuck. Ohhhhhh—ffffffuuuuuck!” A shock of utter bliss drew the word out of me, elongated each consonant, each vowel, each syllable, his mouth closing around my clit, tongue flicking madly, lips creating suction, and then he slid two fingers into my slit and I couldn’t help a gasp from leaving my lips as he scissored his fingers and then curled them inside me to find my G-spot as if he had some kind of radar or divining rod for finding that spot inside me.
Two licks, two fingers, and I was gone.
I spasmed off the bed, biting down on my lip to keep silent, and then he swirled his tongue around my clit and I lost it, bucked under him, coming within a record short amount of time.
“God, Dru, you come so easy,” Sebastian breathed, his voice buzzing against my slit. “Gimme another one. Let me feel this pussy squeeze me again.”
He added a third finger, and his mouth went back to my pussy and circled my clit, and I’d never in my life come more than once in a single session even on my own, much less before penetration had even occurred, yet there I was hovering on the edge of a second one already.
“Pinch your nipples. Make it hurt.”
I had to obey. I couldn’t explain it, the effect his commands had on me. I wasn’t a take-orders-easily girl, but something about the way Sebastian growled his orders hit some instinctual nerve inside me and had me obeying him automatically. Had me wanting—no, needing—to obey him.
I squeezed both nipples, rolled the erect buttons between fingers and thumbs until heat seared through me at the exquisite sensation.
“Harder,” he snarled. “I said make it hurt.”
So I pinched my nipples hard enough that a whimper left my lips, but the pain turned instantly into something else as his thick fingers worked in and out of me and his tongue and lips scoured my clit and labia.
And then I felt a sharp sting just outside my outer labia, in the crease where pussy met thigh, and my eyes flicked open to see Sebastian moving back to licking my clit. I leaned forward, pulled at the skin, and saw that he’d left a big, dark love bite there.
“You…gave me a…a hickey—” I demanded, between barely-suppressed gasps of pleasure, “on my pussy?”
He glanced up at me across my body, and his smile wasn’t sweet or kind or affectionate, but wild and fierce. He bent closer to my core, pulled my thigh aside and pressed his lips to the same spot on the opposite side, and I felt the nip of his teeth and the suction of his tongue and lips in a sharp sting, and then he pulled away, leaving another hickey.
“Mine.” His tone brooked no disagreement, and his hands on my body left no room for argument.
His? Fuck, there was no way I’d survive that.
But then thoughts were eradicated as he went back to driving my orgasm out of me.
Didn’t take him long.
I felt it boiling, and this time I didn’t need his command for my fingers to find my nipples and pinch them hard, and then heat and tension were blasting through me and washing over me, and I was seeing stars, darkness rippling across my vision as I arched up off the bed. His hands were under my ass, lifting me off the bed, holding me against his mouth as he licked and sucked me through the orgasm, and then set me down and his tongue kept going, wet and warm and insistent and hungry, sliding down my slit to lick at the seeping juices of my desire.
When he’d lapped me clean, he finally crawled up my body and onto the bed, hauled me to the pillows, once again manhandling me as if I weighed nothing, as if I was his to do with as he wished.
And I was, wasn’t I? I’d put myself in his hands, let him lock the door behind us, and now I was naked, flush with two intense orgasms, and not even remotely sated.