Sultry at 30 (Love Without Batteries)

by Cassandra Lawson

  “Would you like to come inside?” she asked, her sultry voice heating my blood and making me struggle to maintain my self-restraint. That was a new experience for me, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go with it, or gain control of the situation again.

  “I would like very much to go inside,” I told her.

  “For sex?” she added.

  I had trouble containing my laughter. Her question was further proof of how out of practice she was at this sort of thing. I wondered if Delaney had ever invited a man into her home this early in the dating process.

  “For whatever you want,” I replied.

  Her smile was pure seduction. “Something tells me you won’t let me have that much control over you.”

  I chuckled at her comment before giving in to the temptation to brush my thumb across her lower lip. “You really have no idea how much control you already have over me, do you?”

  Not giving her a chance to respond, I climbed out of the car and met her on the passenger’s side, leaning in to brush my lips against her cheek. Part of me wanted to ask her if she was sure, but I didn’t want her to start worrying about what could go wrong. Some people have rules about how many dates one should wait before having sex, but I’d always found that idea ridiculous. There was no magical number. I wasn’t completely convinced Delaney wouldn’t put a stop to things tonight. She was fidgeting nervously with her keys the entire way to the front door, and I was amazed she managed to get the key in the lock.

  Standing in her living room, I slipped my arms around her from behind and pulled her against my chest.

  “Would you like a drink?” she asked.

  “What I would like is that kiss goodnight we talked about,” I told her, turning her to face me. “After that, we can see where things go.”

  “Stop being so sweet,” she responded, giving my chest a firm smack.

  I looked down at her hand on my chest and frowned. “Did you just hit me for being too nice?”

  Delaney also looked at her hand on my chest, and the little vixen smiled at me. “Yes, I did. It’s just that I understand you’re trying not to pressure me, but I don’t want sweet and tender.”

  “What do you want?” I asked. My fingers tangled in the hair at the back of her head.

  “Dominant and passionate like the men in my books,” she replied without hesitation.

  “You want dominant?” I asked, tightening my hold on her hair.

  “Please,” Delaney moaned, her eyes drifting shut.

  My lips crashed down on hers as my free hand moved to her lower back. I held her in place for my kiss, savoring her mouth and the enticing little whimpers coming from the back of her throat.

  Delaney’s hands slid under my shirt, her nails raking against my skin as my tongue explored her sweet mouth. She tasted like tequila. I loved the way she gave herself over to me. When she sucked on my tongue, I groaned and my hand moved from her lower back to her ass, pulling her even closer to my throbbing dick. One of her legs lifted to wrap around my hip as she tried to get closer. That gave me the perfect opportunity to touch her more. Releasing her hair, I slid my hand under the edge of her dress and glided it up along her soft thigh, continuing to slide it higher when she made no move to stop me.

  When my hand reached Delaney’s bare hip, I broke our kiss. “Fuck me, Delaney. Have you been without panties all night?” I asked in a ragged voice.

  “I guess you’ll find out soon,” she teased as her fingers moved from under my shirt to grip my hair and try to pull my head back down to hers.

  “You are so damn hot,” I praised, brushing my lips against hers again, but not giving her the kiss she wanted. “Your mouth could become an addiction. I’m dying to find out if the rest of you tastes this good.”

  Delaney’s response was a throaty moan. “We need to go to my bedroom,” she said as I cupped her left breast.

  “I’m not sure I can make it that far without tasting you,” I argued. “Let me taste you, Delaney.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Delaney

  Sebastian was making it very hard to think. I wanted to move to my bedroom before things went any further, but how was I supposed to do that when he was asking to taste me? I’d written stories about women being stupid enough to forget protection, and I wasn’t going to risk being one of them, no matter how good Sebastian was.

  “There aren’t any condoms out here,” I argued. “They’re in my bedroom.” That purchase had seemed a little presumptuous, but I was glad I’d decided to pick them up after meeting Sebastian the day before.

  “Don’t worry. I’ve got one in my wallet,” he assured me, earning him a snort of disbelief.

  “I’d rather use one I can guarantee is in good repair,” I insisted. “I’m not looking to join the STD of the month club.”

  Sebastian chuckled. “I can’t fault you for being cautious. Why don’t you show me your bed so I can find out just how good the rest of you tastes?”

  Proving there really are miracles, my legs didn’t give out as we walked down the hall to my room. I experienced a momentary case of nerves when I walked into the room and my eyes landed on my bed. My anxiety faded when I looked at Sebastian. His lips curled into a slight smile before he moved in front of me. Cupping my cheek, he kissed me.

  My hands moved frantically, sliding under Sebastian’s shirt to glide along the hard planes of his torso. Sebastian’s hand cupped my ass as he lifted me off the ground. My legs immediately wrapped around his hips as he carried me to my bed. Breaking our kiss, he laid me on the bed and then slipped out of his leather jacket, which he tossed on my reading chair. Kicking out of my shoes, I moved back further on the bed and smiled at Sebastian.

  “Take that dress off,” he commanded, and a shudder of desire ran through my body. I had a choice, but I still loved the dominance in Sebastian’s voice.

  Getting to my knees, I slipped the dress over my head and tossed it on the floor at the foot of the bed. Sebastian’s eyes moved down my body, taking in my smooth black bra before moving down to the matching high-cut thong.

  His eyes met mine, and he shook his head. “How did I miss those straps earlier? More importantly, what am I going to do with you for teasing me?”

  “Teasing you?” I asked.

  He was directly in front of me now, hands at his sides as he looked down at me. “You let me believe you had no panties on.”

  “I never confirmed that,” I told him with an innocent smile.

  Sebastian shook his head and sat beside me on the bed. I turned toward him, ready to lean in to kiss him when he reached out quickly and pulled me across his lap. I let out a startled squeal of surprise which quickly turned to a moan when Sebastian began massaging my ass.

  “Beautiful,” he praised as he continued massaging.

  “Sebastian,” I breathed out as heat pooled between my legs.

  “Tell me if you want to stop,” he said in a hoarse voice.

  “Don’t stop,” I practically begged. This was even better than my fantasy. I was excited and a little embarrassed about being excited. It all mixed together, making my arousal nearly overwhelming.

  His hand stopped massaging, and he placed one hand on my lower back, holding me in place just before his other hand made contact with my ass. It made a sharp sound that caused me to let out a squeak and squirm on his lap.

  “Fuck me. That is hot,” he praised. It was impossible to miss Sebastian’s erection straining at the fabric of his jeans. His hand slid between my legs, stroking me through my panties. “I like it when you wiggle around and make that noise.”

  My only response was a needy whimper as his fingers slipped under the edge of my panties. I wiggled against his hand, loving the way his erection throbbed under me. One hand still remained on my lower back, holding me over his lap. When he removed his fingers, my whimper of protest changed to a squeal as his hand smacked down on my ass three more times.

  “Perfect,” he praised as he massaged my ass, spreading the
warm stinging sensation around.

  I was surprised to hear myself pleading, “More.”

  “Not this time,” he told me, as he lifted me off his lap and set me on my feet. “All that wiggling around you’re doing is driving me out of my mind.” I watched as Sebastian kicked off his shoes and stripped down to his boxer briefs. My tongue moved across my lower lip when I saw the bulge in the front. Wanda was right about how big Sebastian was.

  Fisting my hair at the back of my head, Sebastian claimed my lips again, his tongue swooping in to explore my mouth. I gripped his shoulders for support, afraid my legs would give out at any moment. When I was panting and my nails were digging into Sebastian’s shoulders, he finally broke the kiss. It was then I noticed my bra had been unfastened. Taking my hands off his shoulders, I removed my bra and tossed it toward my discarded dress. Sebastian tested the weight of my breasts in his hands before running his thumbs across my already hard nipples.

  I moaned, and my eyes drifted closed only to fly open when I felt Sebastian’s mouth fasten on one nipple. He suckled gently until I gripped his hair. When his teeth scraped against my nipple, I whimpered loudly. Sebastian repeated the sensual torment with my other nipple.

  When he finally released my nipple, he pushed my panties down and guided me to sit on the side of the bed. I expected him to guide me further back onto the bed. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of me and finished removing my panties before settling my legs over his shoulders.

  “I’ve been dying to taste your gorgeous pussy,” he rasped out as he leaned in to run his tongue along my opening. “Just lie back and let me pleasure you.”

  His voice vibrated against my core, and I moaned as I laid down, arching slightly to get closer to his mouth. Sebastian’s hands settled under my ass as he lifted me up toward his mouth. His tongue slowly coaxed out my response, teasing my clit until I was panting and begging for more. Only then did his mouth become more urgent as he circled my clit, occasionally sucking it in. I was aching for my release. I tried to move to increase the pressure on my clit, but I couldn’t with Sebastian holding my hips up off of the bed.

  “Please, Sebastian,” I panted out. “I can’t take any more.”

  He settled me back onto the bed and thrust two fingers into me. I immediately began to rock against his fingers, desperate for the friction. His tongue moved urgently against my clit as his fingers continued to thrust inside me. It wasn’t long until the near violent pulses of my orgasm clamped down on his fingers as I screamed his name. His strokes gentled as my spasms subsided.

  When I opened my eyes, I found him watching me with a dark primal need. “Condom,” was all he said.

  With a shaky finger, I pointed him to the drawer. After tossing the condom on the bed, he stripped off his boxer briefs.

  “Oh. My. God,” I breathed out when I saw the size of Sebastian’s dick. “That is bigger than I expected.”

  Sebastian let out a strained chuckle as he rolled the condom down his shaft—as far as it would go, anyway.

  I edged back onto the bed as Sebastian approached me. Crawling onto the bed, he moved between my legs and kissed me. My legs immediately wrapped around his hips, and he groaned as he tortured us both with another drugging kiss.

  I didn’t need any instruction. When he pulled back, I guided the head of his dick to my entrance, anxious to feel him inside me.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Sebastian

  As I began to push into Delaney’s body, a guttural sound came from the back of my throat. She was hot and incredibly tight. I’d be worried I was hurting her if it weren’t for the way her heels were digging into my ass as she tried to push me in further.

  “Easy,” I ground out. “You’re really tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You feel incredible,” she said on a moan, continuing to try her hardest to get me further within her.

  I finally gave up on being gentle. That clearly wasn’t what Delaney wanted. I thrust all the way into her body, and we both moaned loudly. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she began to wiggle under me. Delaney was definitely not a passive bed partner. She was wild and hotter than any woman I’d ever met. As I thrust into her body, she clawed at my shoulders, screamed, and met my thrusts.

  “Fuck me, Delaney,” I gritted out. “I’m too close.”

  “More,” she demanded, wiggling under me with complete abandon. “I’m so close.”

  Rolling my hips against hers, I found just the right spot to make her scream and tighten around me. I felt her body coiling tighter around my dick. When she finally came, her spasms were so intense they took me over the edge with her. It was no exaggeration to say I’d never come that hard.

  With great effort, I stood and disposed of the condom in the attached bathroom. When I returned to bed, Delaney rolled to her side. I laid beside her, facing her but saying nothing.

  It took us both some time to recover from our intense orgasms. For several minutes, we both remained on our sides, caressing each other. I was happy. Being with Delaney made me feel good, and I was glad we’d already reached this point. I would have waited, but I wasn’t about to complain about the accelerated time line.

  “Have you ever been married?” Delaney asked out of the blue.

  “No,” I replied as I rolled onto my back.

  “That’s all I get is a no to my question?” she demanded, rolling onto my chest.

  “It was a yes or no question,” I pointed out.

  “Most people would add details,” she said with a huff.

  “Did you want to talk about other women I’ve been involved with while we’re like this?” I asked. “I’d rather just focus on you.”

  “You make a good point,” Delaney purred as she sat up to straddle my hips. My dick took instant notice, appreciating the change of position. “This isn’t the time to talk about that. I’m not always good in social settings, in case you hadn’t picked up on that.”

  “You do just fine in social settings,” I murmured, “I like that you don’t act the way the world expects you to.”

  “How old are you?” she asked.

  “Twenty-two,” I replied.

  Her eyes widened with shock. “I’m robbing the cradle.”

  I laughed at her horrified expression. “You can’t be more than a few years older than me.”

  “I’m thirty,” she told me.

  “I thought you were younger,” I admitted.

  “How can you be two years younger than Luke if you graduated the same year?” she asked.

  “I graduated at sixteen,” I explained. “I already had all my undergrad courses in college at that point.”

  “That’s impressive,” she stated. “I still can’t believe I had sex with a guy who’s eight years younger than me.”

  “Does it really matter?” I asked. “I earned my master’s degree at twenty. I’m not your typical twenty-two-year-old.”

  She shook her head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m being ridiculous about this. Does this mean I can call you my boy toy?”

  “You can call me whatever you want,” I rasped out, already craving her body again. “I’ve got an idea.”

  “What’s that?” she asked with a seductive smile.

  “How about if you bend over the side of the bed so I can spank that gorgeous ass of yours a few more times before I fuck you?”

  “I like the sound of that,” she replied with a sultry drawl.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Delaney

  Waking up the morning after a night of fantastic sex was a new experience for me. I was sore, yet still horny. I was also a little embarrassed and not entirely certain how to act. This reaction seemed crazy considering I wrote about these types of scenarios on a regular basis. This wasn’t one of my stories, it was real life. Sebastian had wanted to shower with me, offering to do all sorts of wicked things to my body—an offer that made me wish I had a nice shower. After realizing I wasn’t lying about only one person being able to fit in
my shower, Sebastian had gone off to make breakfast while I showered.

  My mother would tell me Sebastian was going to leave now that he’d gotten what he wanted. She’d tell me good boys didn’t marry wanton women. I grinned as I stepped out of the shower. Sebastian wasn’t a good boy, and after my experience last night, I wasn’t sure a good boy was what I was looking for. I certainly enjoyed being a bad girl more than a good one.

  My bedroom was empty when I got out of the shower, so I quickly dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, leaving my hair wet and my feet bare. I heard Sebastian’s muffled voice coming from the front room. Opening the bedroom door, I stopped, not sure I should interrupt him while he was on a call.

  “I said I was sorry, Tori.” There was a pause. “Yeah, I know you were worried, and I’m a dick for worrying you. I’ll be there soon. Okay?”

  After a long pause, Sebastian spoke again, his voice sounding much more loving, so I had to assume Tori was no longer mad at him for worrying her. “I miss you, too, sweetheart.” He paused and chuckled at something Tori said. “When I get there, I promise to make it up to you. I love you.” There was another pause. “Bye, beautiful girl.”

  Heart pounding against my ribcage, I quietly closed the bedroom door and clicked the lock in place. I was the other woman. Sebastian was cheating on someone named Tori with me. What an asshole! While I wanted to tell the bastard off, I decided it would be better to just get him out of my house. Drama would only prolong the inevitable, and I knew from my marriage how deceitful cheaters could be. If I confronted him, he’d just try to convince me I was mistaken or give me some line about how he was trying to leave Tori. Maybe he’d tell me they were ending things any day to string me along. I didn’t want to hear the lies.

  There was a soft knock on my bedroom door shortly after I got back in there. “Delaney?”

  “Be out in a minute,” I told him.

  “I’ve gotta run, but I’d like to see you again later this week,” he began through the door. “My vacation is over, so I’ll be back at work tomorrow, but maybe we could meet for lunch, or I could pick you up for dinner after work one night.”